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He looked at the oxygen line that was docked into Chikere’s nose, connecting him to a gas tank. Chikere was completely wired, breathing through a pipe. He lay numb on the bed. With the exception of the gadgets connected to him, there was little to indicate that he was still alive. He looked at him, and began to disconnect the plaster that held the oxygen line to his nostrils. His hands shook as he worked. He paused briefly to peer through the window. There was no one in sight. At the foot of the stairs, Chinagorom was clutching a plate of rice and stew. She had refused to eat at the canteen. She wanted to get back to Chikere as fast as she could. On the opposite end of the building, Chikere’s parents and siblings were climbing up the building towards his room.

He tore off the plaster, placed a plug on the end of the oxygen line to keep oxygen from flowing through. Working quickly, he placed the line back in Chikere’s nostrils and taped it back into position. He backed away from him, taking one last look to make sure that he had left everything as he had met them. Then he pushed the door open and walked out as briskly as he could.

“Izunna, you are here,” Chinagorom said on seeing Izunna who was seated in the lobby outside Chikere’s room. “Yes, I peeped through the window and there was no one with Chikere, so I opted to hang around and wait for you ladies.” ‘Let’s head inside.” He joined the girls inside. Shortly afterwards, Chikere’s family arrived. They chatted in low sullen tones, as they prayed and hoped for his quick recovery. Chikere’s mother, Urioma sat beside him and felt him. “Why is his body very cold? I don’t think this is normal. Chinagorom, did you notice that Chikere is very cold?” She asked.

“I just returned from lunch. Let me see,” replied Chinagorom. She felt Chikere’s body. “This is not normal. He is far too cold. Nurse!” Chinagorom shouted. “You should have been keeping an eye on him. Are you even taking care of him when we are not here or are you just gallivanting about with your friends?” The angry Urioma asked. “What do you mean? I have been taking care of him. Where have you been all the while I have been taking care of him here?” Chinagorom shot back at her darting out of the room to find a nurse. She returned a moment later with a nurse. “My God, is he even alive? This is not good. Doctor!” The nurse shouted running out of the room. Moment later, a female and a male doctor dashed into the room with several more nurses. They ordered everyone out of the room and worked extremely hard in an attempt to save Chikere’s life.

“I can’t believe this. We leave for a short while and you abandon my son, yet you claim you love him very much,” Urioma continued to have a go at Chinagorom. “Don’t answer her,” Joy urged Chinagorom, who was fuming. “That is enough, Urioma,” said Ikemba, Chikere’s father. “What is enough? Our son may be dead and you are telling me that it is enough!” “It is not her fault, Urioma, please leave her alone. She has been here every day. Have you?” “Please ask her,” Njideka cut in. “So you are now taking her side? Where was she when Chikere was lying cold there?” “And where were you?” Chinagorom asked, crying.

“I have been here every single day and you have the temerity to tell me that I don’t take care of him? What about you? You are the mother. Are you always here? As much as I am?” “It is all your fault. I hope he does not die. If he had not been at your university to see you, we’d not be here today.” “You are terrible! You truly are terrible. Shut your mouth, madam,” Izunna joined in the argument. “Leave the poor girl alone. She had nothing to do with this. Why would you say it is her fault?”

“Excuse me!” Said one of the doctors. He was a stout man with a bald head. “Who was in the room last before you observed that Mr. Chikere’s body was awfully cold?” he asked. “It must be her, why?” Urioma answered sarcastically. “We were there with her before we went for lunch. What is the problem, doctor?” Joy asked. “I am afraid we have called the police. None of you can leave until you have been questioned by the police. Someone clearly blocked Mr. Chikere’s oxygen line, cutting oxygen supply to his brain. We think it was deliberate, so we have to get to the root of this matter.” “Is he alright? Is he going to be alright?” Chinagorom asked. “We don’t know yet. We are doing all we can, but there are no guarantees.” Chinagorom began to cry again.

“Stop shedding crocodile tears!!! What have you done to my son? You were the last person there before this happened. You sent some of your cultist boyfriends to shoot my son and as if that was not enough for you, you decided to finish him off by plugging his air line? God will punish you,” Urioma yelled animatedly at Chinagorom. “I have told you to stop it, Urioma. Let the police and the doctors do their job,” Ikemba cautioned her. “Until my son is dead?” “I did nothing to him. I love him!!! I have hardly slept a wink since he was shot. I have been with him from Nsukka to Enugu, alone at night. If I had any intentions to hurt him, why didn’t I do it then? This is preposterous!” “Don’t even answer, her Chiichii. She is a witch!” Izunna said angrily. “Your mother is a witch!” Urioma shouted at him.

“Enough!!!” Ikemba shouted, dragging Urioma away from the lobby. “I am sorry sir, you can’t leave this area. Not before you have been questioned by the police,” a hospital staff informed Ikemba. “I am going nowhere. I just want to calm the situation. It is my son we are talking about for God’s sake. What makes you think my wife or I would want to harm our first son?” We have seen worse, sir. I am just doing my job.” “I can’t believe this. Who could have done this? Why? From one problem to another,” Chinagorom lamented.

“Sir, two million naira is a lot of money. Are you sure you want to withdraw all that money?” The bank clerk asked Irunna. “Yes, I have police security,” Irunna answered, pointing at Arinze and his men. “I see,” said the clerk. She and her colleagues loaded the money in bags for Irunna. Sergeant Arinze and his men carted the money into their vehicles. They walked outside and ordered Irunna, Diogu and Martin back in the vehicles. Once on board, they handcuffed them again. They drove out of town, heading towards Benue State again. “You promised to spare out lives if we gave you all the money. Where are you taking us to?” Irunna asked.

“You should have thought carefully before killing all those people. You have millions in your bank account for shooting and killing people. You are a menace to society. We need to take you off the street,” Arinze answered. “Then charge me to court. That is the right thing to do. You don’t take all the money from us and then begin to drive us to a remote location, obviously to kill us. If you truly are just, then you should charge us to court.” “That is my decision young man. You keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you with a bullet!!!” Zungu shouted at him. “Please don’t kill us. I have a little more money in my bank account in Enugu. I will give it to you. Please don’t kill us,” Martin pleaded. His voice was riddled with fear and anxiety.

They stopped at another remote location, a good distance from the highway. They dragged Irunna, Diogu and Martin out of the car, un-cuffed them and then tied their hands and legs with ropes. They tethered each of them to a tree. Cold bloodedly, they shot them and left them for dead. “Let’s get out of here!” Arinze ordered his men. They sped back to Nsukka, having split the money midway through the journey. Sergeant Arinze got the lion’s share as the mastermind of the plant.

A hunter had been hiding in the bush. He saw the police shoot Irunna and his men. As soon as they left, he ran towards the bloodied bodies and untied them. He placed Irunna on his bike and sped towards the village. He cycled as fast as he could. He reached the small hospital and dumped Irunna there. “I have two more in the bush,” he announced. Two other men followed him on bicycles. Soon, they were back in town with Diogu and Martin. Martin and Diogu died about an hour later. Irunna hung to life by a thread’s breadth.



Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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