A Man’s Destiny Season 1 Episode 12


Jay clapped his hands together after receiving a call from the Secretary of the office and sat down beside Uche. “This one na die.” He clapped again.
“What did she say? At least we got the Boss informed about our absence today, hope we are not in trouble?”
“None. She told me the Director asked her to draft Richard’s sack letter this afternoon, isn’t that bad?” He hissed.
“Sack letter again? In this problem! Though, to be realistic, hs deserves it, but Director should have at least pitied him.”
“He has done his worst, my prayer is just that his sister doesn’t die, the guy might die too. But, today na Friday night na, we no go go club tonight?”
“I’m not in the mood, I don’t feel like.” Uche laid on the sofa.
Jay took a deep breath.
“When the frustration one is passing through is too much, the person might say bad things to God.” Pemisire said as she dropped the bread In her hands.
Helen cleared her throat. “What on earth are you trying to drive at again? I hope it isn’t that you want to cry again?
Pemisire had started crying within a twinkle of an eye. “The last time I ate bread, it was with Pemisayo. She was discussing about death that day we were eating. She told me one isn’t ready for death until it comes, she never knew her own days were numbered already.”
“Just take it easy! If I knew you’d do this, do you think I’ll allow us take bread tonight? Stop it!” She cautioned.
Pemisire sniffled. “Alright.” She wiped her tears and dropped the bread. “I have never seen a guy weep like the one I met today, I never knew many people love their siblings too.”
“I hope you won’t tell me you aren’t eating this bread again.”
“I lost.. I lost the appetite.” Pemisire replied as she stood up.
“I miss her, I miss Dad, I miss my acoustic guitar and… Helen!” She exclaimed.
“What?” Helen raised her head quickly.
“My diary! It is still in that house!” She shouted.
“What do you mean? Did you write anything implicating in there?” Helen asked.
“I wrote the secret about the attaché case, I left it on my bed. They must have read it!” She shouted.
“Take it easy girl. They might know you have the attaché case but how are they going to get you? You better let go of these scary thoughts.”
“No, I repeat, no! Something tells me I might be caught, Helen, do you think this place is really safe?” She asked.
Helen laughed. “You this girl, even if they get hold of your diary, how will they know you are here? It is not possible! You have no mobile phone that can be used to track you down, and many things like that.” She smiled.
“I pray so.” She sat again, battling with her thoughts.
Pemisire got to the front of Hexagon Club and Bar and met Richard out there, crying already. It looked really strange. It was early in the morning, why would he come and sit at the front of a Bar and start crying? He also cried the night before, wasn’t it getting too much.
What could be making him weep? Or has his sister died? She felt she was getting to close to him, as a stranger but his tears had always made her affable. She felt for him as she saw him. She had felt something even much more than that and knew how it’d be to loose such a treasured person.
She stood awhile from him watching him as he cried there. She couldn’t force back her tears too as she swallowed hard and started crying too. Seeing him made her remember her twin sister and father again. She also remembered her mother who had died of cancer.
As his last hope, if his sister should die, he might not forgive her again. When his sister was still alive and he turned himself to a useless person through drinking, what if everything should end?
She swallowed again as she wiped her tears. Though, she didn’t know him, though they just met but it seemed Richard was real. It must be her gregarious character that brought him back to her again, if the transplant is protracted, she might really die.
If a pea falls out of the pod, leaving the other pea, it would be so sad and lonely of the pea still enclosed in the pod. She had stood there for five minutes already, crying and wiping her tears, wondering if she could help him out.
If she had someone to help her, her family might still be alive. “I’ll help him!” She said and looked determined as she approached him.
“Hey.” She waved at him.
Richard sprung to his feet on seeing her. “Unknown, please help me.”
So, he hasn’t forgotten this my name… She thought as she smiled faintly. “Where are you here as early as this?” She asked him.
“Because I really need you to help me. A week is running out and the kidney transplant hasn’t been done on her, please!” He begged her, crying.
Pemisire looked at him with leery eyes and shook her head. ‘He looks real!’ She affirmed deep in her. “Even if I die all in the name of helping him, I have a reward from God.”
“Em… What’s your name?” She asked.
“I’m Richard. I’m really serious, I’m real.” He repeated.
“I think I’m going to give up on working here becaus of you, I don’t think kidney transplant is an easy thing. I.. I believe all will be well. Can you take me to that sister of yours and let the preparations start.”
“What? You are really..” Richard jumped happily, that was what she also wanted, joy, happiness, being ecstatic, being enthusiastic. “Are we good to.. good to go?” He stammered.
God please help me, please assist me. I’m just acting by your words which is to assist anyone in problem. I still have many battles I have to fight, please strengthen me and don’t let this guy turn out to be a hired killer.


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