Все главы Travails of Oluwole: Глава 11 - Глава 20

“I don’t know Madam”, the nurse replied.“What do you mean by you don’t know? Didn’t you hear what he just said?!”, replied Felicia agitated.“It’s possible he might be suffering from acute memory loss due to the head injury he sustained”. Felicia was gum smacked.“Give me a minute Madam. Let me hook up one of our doctors via Skype.”, the nurse said and exited the ward. She returned few minutes back with a laptop in her hands and a live video call session was on-going.Dr. Oghenero was on the other end of the call. He was filling in for Dr. Samuel as his assistant during his one-month leave. Before now, whilst she was away from the ward, Felicia had brief Dr. Oghenero on Wole’s medical history.“How do you feel boy?”“Who are you? Who are you two? I don’t know any of you!”“Calm down, my name is Dr. Oghenero, but you can c

Ben drove them back to the warehouse.  On the way, they had change of vehicle for about seven times. When they got to the warehouse which was now Woles new or rather Samuels present home, Felicia placed a call to Charles. He informed him that they were back from the hospital. Charles gave her the instruction that henceforth, Wole should be addressed as his son and by the name of Samuel. He also told her to make sure that all the other staffs that worked in the warehouse got the message.  Hand the phone over to him I want to speak to him, said Charles. Your father wishes to speak to you, he knows that you are sick so dont worry he would soon be back home, said Felicia to the hearing of Charles. She wanted to make sure that Charles would think that she is actually going with the he is my son nonsense. Deep down she had pity for Sam. She knew that Charles would change him from the innocent boy that he recruited a week ago

She was 20 by age. She was just a simple girl going about everyday on the streets in search of a job as a maid. She had gone to schools, hospitals and basically anywhere that required the maintenance services of a maid. She wanted to get herself the job even though it seemed menial just so she could settle her fees at the university. That was the point when Ben came into her life, the instrument that the devil had used to destroy her future. She had introduced to Ben by a friend of hers. Immediately she was told of the huge sum of money that was involved in the job, she applied for it. She didnt even put into consideration of how a job as a maid could fetch out such a salary.  The desperation to settle up pending school bills and return as a big girl flooded her thoughts and made her rush into it without having a rethink. Back then she was so filled with joy when she had received the news that she had gotten the job

 As he watched the cartoon series, Sam could feel something in his heart. There was a feeling that was pointing out to him that all was not right. He was greatly disturbed by it. It was almost as if someone was trying to talk to him in his heart.  He could hear a voice speak but could not understand what it was saying. He was ignorant of what it was pinned on. Yet he was pinned on ignoring it. He was really into the cartoon channel, enjoying every scene and every show. Before all this, Kate never allowed him to watch any cartoons when his dad wasnt around and that was basically a lot of times. When he was not at school or doing his homework, she made him do house chores over and over again to her satisfaction. So it was normal for him to have a certain craving for cartoons at his age even though he didnt know it.  He got so caught up in the show that he ended up flushing both the feeling that was o

He woke up the following morning with a nagging headache. He was surprised to see that the T.V was still on and that he had slept off while watching cartoons. He thought of starting the day with some few episodes but the rash headache seemed to disagree with him and denied him the opportunity. He forced himself to get out of bed in order search and to get a remedy. With his head dizzy, he attempted to look at the wall clock behind his bed.  From the quick glance he was able to capture, it read 7:01pm. He got out of his room in a bid to go downstairs.  Carefully, he made his way down the stairs. Looking through the demarcating centralized space of the living room and the kitchen, he could get a very good view of all the various angles of the warehouse. From the view, he could see the house to be more of a hotel than a warehouse. He was not aware that the place he was living in was a warehouse for hard-drugs. He was just in the belie

Switching to his right, Sam noticed another room door at the extreme end of the corridor.  He wiped his eyes with the aid of his hand thinking that he was now delusional. With the directions given to him by a maid, he was sure that his dads room was the last place that he had not checked on in the house.  Sam was curious as to know what was behind it. He was so bent on finding out what was inside. He walked up to the door and with his palm barely on the door knob shouted his name. She had been watching him for a while now following him from behind since the moment he entered that floor. He stood at the opposite side of the corridor.  He turned and looked towards her direction.  He could see her lips move and hear her call for him. He so badly wanted to ignore her voice so he could open the door and head into the room. When his ears told him that she mentioned the presence of his f

Everyday, precisely in the early hours Ben would go to a certain place where he would come back with some boxes filled with Charles drugs. It was his responsibility to drop off the proceeds of the other state branches into Charles top class warehouse(where Sam was is currently living in).  That perculiar morning when Ben called Felicia, he informed her that Charles manufacturing houses in Abia state and the one sited in Port Harcourt were in flames.  The regular movement in which all the 6 supervisors would meet at a certain bar and make the exchange. Ben would give the receipt of collection to all the supervisors and in return receive their drug proceeds of the previous day loaded into his truck. This was the continual operation that had been in effect ever since Ben joined the business. Ben was the middle man between the manufacturers and the stockers. Although, he had been seen by the police at several instances, he was able to

 Felicia dropped off Sam's previous night wear at the laundry room and went back to Sam's room to prepare the connection for the video chat. She was able to get the TV online so as to get the video chat spring up at a much wider scale.  Charles called her right on schedule, 8am sharp. by that time Sam was just getting out from the bathing room. He had a towel hugged and tied around his small waist and his previous underwear folded neatly on his left hand. "Daddy!!!", he exclaimed when he saw a man looking like Charles on his TV screen.  The underwear that he had been holding on to fell to ground. Sam was able to quickly recognize the man on his TV screen to have the same facial image and likeness with the man in the photographs that he received from Felicia In reference to his father. The man he had waited so anxiously to meet. Although it was not the physical appearance he was expecting and hoping

To the best of Sams knowledge, at the warehouse everyone acted like they feared his father and they all did everything to make him happy and comfortable. Even if they had not mentioned it to him, the expression they bore while serving him was enough to see fear and loyalty all mixed up in their eyes but they would all stow it away with a smile.  At his tender age he was gifted with the ability to see deep into peoples heart and see them for who they really were and not what they say or what they seemed to be. With this gift of his, he was positive that the two men beside him were not sent by his father and that there was a high possibility that their intentions were not in his best interest.  The fear of not being able to do anything made him silent and hope that he was wrong. Hey you, wake up. The plane has landed, its time we get down, said the rather muscular fellow with a deep voice. &n

 Le PV22 a parfaitement fonctionné sur lui. Il a été absent pendant si longtemps qu'il était inutile d'essayer de le faire revenir à la réalité. Ouais patron, il n'y a pas d'autres effets secondaires. Je suis certain que tondre à droite tout ce qu'il voit devant ces yeux est pire que la vision d'une mouche Tout ce qu'il peut voir, c'est des tons noirs et blancs flous.(The PV22 worked out perfectly on him. He was out for so long that it was pointless trying to make him come back to reality.. Yeah boss, there are no other side effects from it. I am certain that right mow all he sees before those eyes are worse than the vision of a fly All he can see is blurry Black and white tones..)  The figure carried the phone call out of the room where Sam was held captive. Sam heard the entire call but could not make out on a word they were saying. It was from what he heard someone say that he was not b