By the time I left for School on Monday, my mum was able to sit up and she had started taking fluids. She was still weak but we all could see that she was getting better. I was so happy…I felt eternally indebted to Deola. Even my mum promised to come to our school once she got discharged from the hospital. I told her not to bother as we would come over to see her.
Deola was not around when I got to school. I checked our room and even our department, there was a lecture going on for her set but she wasn’t in the class (Deola was not hard to pick out among a crowd. She had a way of standing out). Her car was parked in front of our BQ but she was nowhere to be found. I tried calling her from a call center but she wasn’t picking up.
She showed up later in the day, I was sitting on the bed when she walked in. She said she had to go see her “uncle” before the hospital presented the cheque/check; to be sure that there would be no hitch. Then she told me to come meet “someone”…
“Who?” I asked, curiosity eating me up from within
“Just come with me” she replied as she pulled me up and dragged me out of the room.
There was a beautiful Mercedes car parked across the street where our BQ was and there was a police officer standing by the car…that was the direction Deola was dragging me. I started to slow down my pace but Deola urged me on. The tinted glass of the back window went down slowly as it “exposed” the occupant of the car…it was Deola’s “uncle”.
It was Chief Agbabiaka…a well-known, super-rich business man. I had seen his face on TV many times and in magazines that showed off rich people’s parties and homes.
“Oh my God!” I screamed while trying to cover my mouth with my right palm. I quickly went down on my knees to greet him
“Good evening sir” I said with a shaky voice…I was totally confounded.
“How are you my dear?” he said, with the deepest voice I had ever heard in my life, as he extended his hand for a handshake.
He asked how my mum was fairing and all that…he seemed to know a lot about me. Deola used that opportunity to inform me that he had picked up my mum’s bill. I almost cursed him while trying to pray for him to show my gratitude.He didn’t stay for long and as he was about to leave, he handed me some money. I knelt again to thank him and he said
“Your friend will be attending a party with me and some of my friends next weekend, if you don’t mind, you can come along”
“Ok sir” was all I could mumble as his car drove off…
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