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TheBlessedMAN:
Well, the reason for the delayment(error) of this update was because death struck in my family again. He took away a precious Jewel from us. A vibrant young man who had laboured all his life to achieve his dreams, but unfortunately, just 3weeks remaining for him to get his Call-to-bar summon, death took him away. He was a former president of Ifelaw @IFE University.

He's suppose to clock 30 on the 19th of this month and to get his Call-to-bar on the 21st of this month also when he would be finally be able to wear the wig and gown he'd laboured so hard for but all death could do was to snatch him from us at such a prime time. 8 good years of studying Law just vanished into thin air. Tears*.


He left behind, A father and two Mothers and we his siblings.

Well, R.I.P my brother, Quadri Oladimeji Olaniran. Darous will forever miss you.

And to you death, well continue o...be killing good people and be avoiding the bad ones, maybe you are scared of them ni o, ah no know...anyway don't worry, I promise you one day, nemesis will catch up with you. And Karma,(a b!tch) like you will join him in rendering you powerless. St*pid fool!

Below is a picture of him.

Chai so sorry about the loss.may God give u n the family the Grace to bear.Amen

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Chai so sorry about the loss.may God give u n the family the Grace to bear.Amen

thanks 4 d care bae. My family and I say a very big thank u. Thanx

Elviswifey1:
Chai so sorry about the loss.may God give u n the family the Grace to bear.Amen

Sorry 4 d loss, may God's protection be on u and ur family. No more untimely death in Jesus name.

If this was to be a nollywood movie, which ACTORS do you guys think could bring this characters to life? Starting from protagonist...

Dedicated to Clarabarbie. Hbd to u dear. Age with grace.


132. COUNTLESS.


The moment I was staring at the ugly scene before me in an unbelievable manner was surely one of the moments when not even the best dictionary in the world nor Professor can provide you with the right words to describe what you are feeling, seeing and thinking. Those kind of moments often makes the best dictionary look less important. They render the wisest professor dull; they render the strongest of men weak.

The sight of my wife's unconscious body lying on the floor(still claded in her wedding gown) and the blood covered body of my sleeping child was too enormous for me to bear. A deep sense of despair overwhelmed me and I began to cry out in agonizing pain.

"My life is ruined. Ah! Its over! All hope is lost!" Such are the words I keep repeating to myself as I crawled to the sofa-bed, where my child's blood covered body was lying. I examined him with trembling hands and tearful eyes as I checked for his pulse; and thankfully, he is still breathing although he appeared to be losing strenght with each painful breath he took in. I placed my left palm on the wide cut below his ribcage where the blood was oozing from in an attempt to stop the bleeding. My own stupìd idea of First Aid. Ofcos there wouldn't have been any need for first aid atall if I hadn't allow my strong infatuation of the opposite sex lead me to my present state.

I held his little hand in mine and began to pray fervently to one supreme being that-according to Joke- says exists beyond the clouds, with the vague hope that his answering machine should be faster and more efficient than that of the gawd of thunder.

"Daa...aady...." The little agonizing voice of my child came out and I was shocked to the bone marrow hearing him call me Daddy. Something I'd never hear him say to me.

"Chris...its okay..." I sobbed out with shaking voice. "Please forgive daddy...please...oh my Gawd! What have I done!! What have I done!!!"

I continue to cry out resonantly and it was the effect of my noise that awoken Nike, who was all the while, still basking in the euphoria of all the comfort, sleeping in a sofa could provide.

"whats that noise?" I hear Nike say before she rose up and began to walk towards where I was wailing uncontrollably on the floor.

"oh my GAWD!" She cried out after she saw the unconscious body of her sister lying on the floor and the blood covered body of Chris. "Darous! What happened!?" She snarled at me and seized me by the collar of my suit. She began to shake me vigorously for answers as I remained limp on the floor.

"did you just kill my sister and brother? Darous!! What happened to them? Why!!"

"call ambu...lance...am..bu..lance...Nike!..." I managed to voice out. I remove my phone from my brest pocket and stretch it towards her with trembling hands. "Nike, please, call ambulance or Lewis...call someone now...please..they are..still..breathing!"

Hearing that, she let go of me and snatch my phone from my hand. I'd already unlock the phone and after some hasty tappings on the phone's screen, I listen as she began to talk to someone whom I presume to be Lewis.

***

1hr, 20mins later.

Inside the waiting hall of the big and popular Easy Heart Hospital, was Nike, Lewis and I, as we impatiently wait for the re-emergence of Dr Sulaiman Omolola, or any of her nurses to come out and give us the update on the condition of my wife and son; as we haven't hear anything from neither the Doctor nor his nurses since over an hour ago.

Our curiousity was starting to drive us crazy.

Nike, still claded in her wedding outfit, had asked me of what really happened.

I was about to explain the whole situation to her when I started having second thoughts.

How do I tell someone thats just starting to like me again that her sister tumble down the stairs as a result of my inability to tell her the truth?.

How do I tell her that her sister was already packing out of my house after spending just two hours of our wedding night together?

How do I tell her it was the luggage she had in her hand while falling that nearly ripped open the intestines of my child- who also happens to be her own brother?

She will definitely hate me forever, hence, ensuring my existence was mirred in sorrow for the rest of my life.

There's no way am telling her the truth. Instead, I'll just tell her another lie, atleast to cool her down a bit before things gets back to normal.

Normal? Wait, did I just say normal? Lols. Its funny, how I still think things can still get back to Normal when nothing has ever been normal in my life before.

Apart from the disruption caused by Chioma, a normal wedding is suppose to end in honeymoon, but since mine wasn't anywhere near normal, it has ended in hospital-moon. Irony of my life.

Me and happiness have finally become distant colleagues. For sure, I'd do anything to be happy again. But there's no way to do that without first passing through the street of sorrow, route of loneliness and the dreadful estate of despair.

And the thought of passing through all that scared the hell outta me. For sure, its a risk worth taking, but the fact that its even a risk in the first place makes it less and less intimidating for me. Hence the reason why I keep on replacing the spare tire of lie with another spare tire of lie, when I should have gone for a brand new one and who knows, maybe the car of my life wouldn't have gone through all this troubles. Even the word 'trouble' now feels like an understatement when trying to describe everything have been through in my life.

So, I elusively told Nike that her sister was on her way downstairs to tell her(Nike) to go and sleep inside the room prepared for her when she accidentally fell down from the stairs and the glass of water she was still drinking had rolled off her grips and had punctured the stomach of Chris, who was sleeping very close to the base of the stairs.

Poor Nike, on hearing that, began to cry painfully and at the same time blaming herself for what happened to her sister and brother. If she hadn't been so consumed with grief and pain, she would have figured the loophole in my lie, since there was no broken glass on the floor that can corroborate my explanation atall.

Obviously, another spare tire of lie, when I should have taken the risk of getting a new one.

Lewis, although tired, began to console the wailing little sister. Telling her not to be too hard on herself.

Almost 3hours had passed before the young Doctor Lara and her surbordinates finally emerge from the long lobby that linked to the wards.

She was still dressed in her white lab coat, while the big lenses on her face and the stethoscope across her neck made her overall appearance more appealing. She stood a woman of unrivalled grace and beauty.

Instantly on spotting her, we all rose up fast and approach her as she was giving a female nurse a pink polythene nylon.
She saw us coming and hurriedly gave the nurse a final talk and discharge her the other way.

"Doctor, how's my sister and brother?..." Nike countered with worried and depressed tone.

The doctor was still trying to say something before I quickly added,
"doctor please tell us they are fine..please...."

"calm down please, we are doing our bests..." She blabbed out.

"thats the same thing they said to me hours to my mother's death...how can I be hearing this again... God please, save them for me...." Nike wailed out. Lewis again, was already pacifying her.

Doctor Lara, behind her lenses took a pitiful look at the poor girl. She shook her head and glance at our respective eager faces before she spoke.

"Mr Darous, I need to see you in my office right away..."

"has something happened?" I queried with anxiousness.

"no...not yet rather. Which is why I need to see you..."

"only him? No...no...you must see us together Doctor..." Nike protested.

"okay...but only the two of you..." She said and began to walk away.

I quickly told Lewis to wait for us inside the now-getting deserted hall before I hurriedly joined Nike and the Doctor.

***

"have your seats please..." Doctor Lara told us as soon as we enterred her fully equipped office.

"am not sitting down until you tell me whats going on..." I declared. She casted me a raised eyebrow and sat herself down on the opposite chair.

"please Doctor, tell us whatever it is, atleast no bad news can be more shocking than hearing that your mother has died during delievery and only one of the twins had survived." Nike stole a quick look at me as she said that and focus back on the Doctor's expressionless face.

"ok, I'll be as blunt as you want. But Mr Darous, please have your seat." I obliged and she continued. "Your wife is out of life danger, and we are already working on your child. But first I must reconfirm your story. You said your wife fell from the stairs right?" She asked me.

"yes..." I answered.

"ok. And it was the glass cup of water in her hand that dropped on your sleeping child, hence creating a deep cut below his ribcage?"

"yes Doc...whats your point.?" I queried curiously.

"calm down sir. Am just trying to correlate your story with our efforts so far."

"okay...go on..."

"your stair case, is it spiral or a straight one?" She asked again.

"erm...spiral..."

"and does it have a soft floor or maybe something like rug on it?"

"yes, a wool rug is on it. I bought it last year myself..." I claimed.

"oh...now I understand." She sighed out and straightened her neck.

"doctor, what is it? Tell us..." Nike stated impatiently.

"calm down..." Doctor Lara said to her before facing me. " The rug on your stair have solved the mysery behind why there was no bruise whatsoever on your wife. Although we can't determine as of now whether there are internal bruises. I must tell you, that can be very fatal. But we will do our best.

Secondly, Mr Darous, due to the impact of the fall, your wife has suffered multiple fractures in her joint regions, and also a broken wrist on her left hand."

Gawd! Why this?

TBC

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Thank God they didn't die. So relieved

133. COUNTLESS.


Following the awful revalations the Doctor just said of my wife's condition, Nike dropped her head on the table before us and began to sniff hard. The situation of her sister was hitting her too hard.

The doctor after casting her a pitied look for some moments, decided to ignore her, then focused on my anxious face and continued.

"the most fatal part, and the reason why she lost consciousness was because she has also suffered a fractured skull in her head. I must tell you,
suffering head injuries from falling down the stairs can have catastrophic, even tragic consequences. Since her skull already bears the brunt from the impact of the fall, then a concussion is likely to be the least of your worries Mr Darous. But you need not worry...your wife is in best hands. We will give her all the best physiotherapy and everything required of her to get back to her feet as quick as possible." She ended just as the nurse she had discharged earlier walked in and handed her a file.

She began to examine it as I took the time to take a strained stroll down the path of thoughts. The thoughts of all the pain my wife is presently undergoing began to flood into my mind. Imagining what she's feeling made me to hate myself. The fact that whats happening to her at that moment was a striking contrast to the promise I made solemnly to myself two months ago. The promise of making her happiness a top priority. Its a pity that I've been doing a very poor job at keep that promise.

I've been nothing but a pain in her life. Every horrible thing I've done in the past are now taking out their toll on the love of my life. She's the victim of my past. My waywardness and philandering have brought her both physical and emotional pain.
I've been a total waste to myself and the people around. Even people who care about me.

As if sending her father to prison isn't enough, I've also forked her sister, not to mention that I'm also the bastarrd she has been looking for. I mean the idiot who impregnated her mother and ran away. Poor Doris had paid the greatest wage for her desire to mother a male child.

I just can't imagine how my mother will take the news of Joke being in the hospital on the night of her wedding day. The news would break her and it will hunt her soul for life. My mum doesn't have a strong suit for taking things like this easy.

There's no way Joke will let this go. She will definitely continue her mission to leave me. Then, whats the essence of my whole existence when Joke will not be part of it?

Why don't I just end it all? Kill myself and atleast have the peace I never had in life in the grave. I don't see Joke loving me again after this.

There's no way, she will ever trust me again after this. Even if she did, I'll still keep on lying to her, in an attempt to bury the mistakes of my past.

Although, I myself, knows that am a renowned liar. Surely there are still enough lies in my head that can last me more than ten life times. Even if I at one point, was unable to conjure up a lie to bail myself out of a situation, I always have the devil at hand to get me another lie from his play store.

And the more I lie, the more Joke will love me less.

So killing myself now is the only way out. If I die now, Joke will- understandably be sad for some days or months at most, but atleast I'd be saving her and a whole lot of other people from the burden of my fizzer existence.

Because I don't know if I can ever stop repeating the same mistakes in my past. Its in my genes. Its my own talent. And it has already ruined my life.

The funniest things about my mistakes is that, they are all avoidable.
Lets look at it this way, assuming I'd not decided to pursue Chioma after seeing her in Adedoyin's car after the hotel incident with Beatrice, she wouldn't have had the chance to sugarcoat me into meeting with Adedoyin.

Remember I was at the A.T.M point at Funaab, withdrawing the money Adedoyin sent to me when those robbers spotted me. It was their invasion at our house that led me to one trouble or the other before I finally ended in the intimidating hands of Doris.

Everything that has happened since then had been the result of my determination to get back at Chioma. What a costly mistake that later turned out to be; seeing as Chioma was now the one that successfully get back at me. Everything started with her intervention and everything is about to end again, because of her intervention. Chioma, I admit, you've won.

Since, I've known her, Joke has always detest a liar. "No matter what the situation might be, Darous, don't ever lie to me." Thats her usual quote whenever she sensed that am hiding something from her.

Hence, why she couldn't bear another second with me on the night of our wedding and had resorted to packing out.

While the Doctor was busy jotting something down after her last statement, Nike had stopped crying and all she was left doing was staring blankly at the ceiling. Obviously, she's lost in thought.

As the other two occupants of the office appeared to be busy, I saw a glittering opportunity to walk out silently and carry out the suicide mission in my head.

A life with money, wealth and fame is no longer worth living without Adejoke in it.
There's no way our life can ever return to its former splendour.

She's the reason why my renowned 8 inches dicck haven't tasted the succulent pink entrance of a pusea for more than eight months and somehow, I wasn't bothered by that atall. If I have to die, there's no better and more considerate way to die than die as a seven months old virgin. Who knows, maybe that can even be enough to get me into heaven.

My love for my one-day-old-wife has been the only thing stronger than my unending cravings for sex. So tell me, in actual psychological understandable phenomenom, how do you expect me to live without my special kryptonite?

I rose up gently and managed to disengage myself from the small gap between the chair I was sitting on and the table without raising any suspicion from the doctor nor Nike.

I then began to approach the door slowly but was caught offguard by the doctor's voice as I was about getting my hand on the knob.

"Mr Darous, the results of the boy's blood test just came in and...."

I turned around swiftly on hearing that and faced her squarely from the spot. "what do you mean by blood test? Thought you said he's doing fine?"

"I only said that to calm you down...."

"calm us down? Is something wrong with my brother too?" Nike snapped it up and the doctor started shaking her head. "what are you hiding from us?"

My parental instincts kicked in and I decided to abandon my suicide mission for now. I approach my earlier seat and quickly sat down.

"the two of you should please calm down and let me talk..."

"calm down? Does the situation seems like giving us any chance to do so?" Nike siezed her up again.

The doctor let her rant out her frustration without stopping her. I myself was full of apprehension but I manage to keep my vocal cords in check.

"are you ready to listen now?" Doctor Larah said as soon as Nike stopped talking. The latter only hissed and the former continued. "Good. Here in this hospital, we always do our best to make sure we lessen the pressure on our patients. Having said that, Mr Darous, that little boy has lost a lot of blood. The glass cup have cut deep into his spleen and hence the need for a blood test so we can be able to determine which blood to give him...."

"and so?" I voiced out my curiousity.

She released a disappointed sigh and continued. "unfortunately, his blood group doesn't correlate with any of the ones we have in our blood vault. To be specific, his blood group is 'O'- which is a very, I repeat a very rare type of blood group that can only be found in about one percent of a thousand people. Ofcouse, unless its being donated by a direct father or mother who share the same blood bracket, I repeat, its extremely hard to come by an outside donor who shares similar blood type." She ended with an exasperated sigh.

"so are you saying my brother will die?" Nike who has been apprehensively quiet all the while spoke out.

"yes, but its avoidable, if his parent can donate the blood asap..." The doctor replied with a subtle message underneath her voice. She must be wondering who the real parents of Chris are.

"Jesus!" Nike lamented. "My own blood is A, same as my sister..."

"what of you Mr Darous.?" Doctor Larah cuts in. "whats your blood group?"

The question caught me offguard. I was totally dumbstruck as I begin to swallow lump and lumps of saliva.

"erm...what do you say? Doc?" I stuttered out trying so hard to avoid Nike's gaze.

"she asked you of your blood type!" Nike stated loudly.

"I...I... I don't know." I replied.

"what! How can you say you don't know?" Nike rasped out.

"I..I did it once and..and have forgotten what the results are..." I lied again.

"what do we do now?. Nike queried me with trembling voice as I was lost in deep thought.

"there's no cause for alarm, we can have it done here and get the results withing two hours. We can only hope you share more than just your striking resemblance with the boy."

"I think you said its a very slim chance for an outsider to share the same blood with him." Nike stated.

"wait, are you saying Mr Darous is not related to that boy?" The doctor queried suprisingly.

"not by blood, technically..." Nike replied and the doctor appeared shocked. "Chris is my mother's last born. She died giving birth to him." Nike explained furtherly.

"oh my! Poor child. What of his father?" Doctor Larah asked with a growing interest in the issue.

Nike siezed me up with another look before she replied the Doctor. "unfortunately, we don't know who the father is...up till now..."

"eeyah! Thats too bad...well thats in the past...lets deal with this present situation first."

"how do we deal with it?" I asked after working saliva back to my drying throat.



The doctor stood up and so did Nike.

"first we need to start looking for a blood donor that has the same 'O' negative. It might took sometime but with hope and God, everything is possible." She picked a pen and jot something down. She then handed the paper to Nike. "those are the drugs you need to get for your sister...." She took another paper and began to write on it. After some seconds, she was through and she gave me the paper. "take this to the receptionist, she will know how to guide you around the blood donor announcement."

I held the paper with watery palms and began to read its contents while Nike and the doctor stood and watch me.

As I was reading, a brilliant idea crept into my mind. There's no need to look for a donor. I had lie to them earlier when I said I'd forgotten my blood group. The truth is, I was afraid it will create room for suspicion if I tell them my blood group is 'O' minus. Nike might start putting two and two together, and knowing how smart and devious she is, she will definitely figure it out. And thats the last thing I want them to know. I'll rather carry that secret to the suicide grave than let them have the chance of cursing me after my death.

The idea is simple and straight forward. Since I share the same blood with Chris, what I'll just do is, go home, get an expert make-up artist to help me disguise myself like an old man or someone else, come back later to this hospital and tell them I want to donate blood.

Wow! Thats a brilliant idea. I chuckled happily as I stared blankly at the paper in my hand.

I was about putting the paper in my pocket when Nike said,

"Darous, why don't you have a blood test right now and who knows, you might be the perfect donor we are looking for?" She stated in a standard manner.

Even in my shockened state, I manage to release a little scoff. "what do you mean? You heard the doctor when she said...."

"the chances are slim...yeah..." The doctor cuts in. "yeah, I said it. But its worth giving a try...right?, except unless you're scared of needles...." She flashed me a simple smile and rested her palms on the table.

"yes, please..." Nike pleaded intimidatingly.

"hmmmm..." I sighed out as the awful reality of whats about to happen dawned on me.

This Nike of a thing eh? She has always been a pain in the arse for me. Can't she just let me do this one rightful thing by myself? Ah!

Finally, my life is about to end for real! There's no way she won't figure things out once the blood test is out.

Is this where my secret will rip open? Chai!

Is this how Joke and Nike will find out that Chris is my child? Is this how they will both know that am the basta.rd they have been looking for all this while? I can't imagine what Joke would do to me once she finds out that am the bastar.d that robbed her mother off her life.

I casted a confused look at Nike and she still bears this look of 'I dare you to say no' on her face.

Obviously, there's no way she will let me off this hook easily. I began to scramble my brain for another lie to bail me out of this but couldn't find anything.

How do I avoid this? My initial plan of disguising myself is about to get ruined.

The only option left is to run away and kill myself but then, I'd be condeming my child to death. The poor boy will die of blood shortage and that will surely provoke God to deal with me mercilessly.

By running away, I'd be literally killing my child. And there's no way God will not vex for me and tell his angels to make sure I rot in the most V.I.P section of hell.

"what do you say Darous?" Nike's voice reminded me that the devil is waiting for my decision.


TBC.

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Oh my, this last update got me crying. I can't help but pity Darous. This is too mach. Its saddening.

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