As I stared at my salary, I could not believe my eyes. When I did the interview, I was asked how much I would like as my monthly salary & I had said, 100, 000 Naira. The place where I worked b4, I was being paid d sum of 70, 000 Naira but here I was staring at d whooping sum of 150, 000 Naira. I closed my eyes & opened it again but d figures hadn’t flown away. I closed my eyes and thanked God. I saw Prisca smiling down at me. I jumped on her & hugged her so tight & I guess she felt uncomfortable.
“Thank u darling, God has been using u to make my life a blessing”, I said truthfully. “I am sure I would not be anywhere if not for God, u & ur family”
“Oh, come on now, firstly, I did not do anything, at least, I am sure u would have done d same for me. Secondly, stop referring to my parents as my family now they are ur family members too so they are our family, ok?
“Yeah, Yeah, I have heard u…” I stopped when I heard a car horn.
“That’s dad” she said & we both made our way outside to open d gate for him. He drove in & we happily hugged him like little infant children & collected his suit case. Even though he was d owner of his company, he always kept late at work saying that ‘if u want something done properly u must monitor it urself
Dad tuned on the TV to listen to the news, we headed to our room. We had just taken a few steps when I heard a name & I froze. I turned around like a robot & what I saw on d screen was more than I could fathom. I stared at my father’s picture being labeled as a murderer. They displayed him on TV without even a singlet. All he wore was a torn trouser as his face looked beaten & battered, I expected myself to feel sorry for him or even feel sad or even angry at him but I did not feel anything. I just stared at d TV at first in shock seeing him there & then; I did not feel anything again.
I wanted to hate him the more but I couldn’t, I wanted to pity his condition because he is my father but I just could not. I finally felt Prisca’s hand on my back as a sign of comfort but all I could do was stare blankly at d TV. Mr & Mrs Jegas was busy expressing his views about d matter & none of them noticed that they had anyone in the house who knew d murderer much less his daughter.
Mum turned & seeing our expression was striken. I immediately turned & headed towards the room but I was too late, dad had already turned in my direction “Belina”, his bass voice rang out in the house & I turned. He looked from me to the tv & b4 I knew what was happening, they were all by my side consoling me like I needed consolation. I laughed slightly & said,
“I am ok, I am just fine. I should be crying but I cant bring myself to doing that” I said with a smile & dad said something about it being bad to cry over someone who did no other thing but bring me pain & I smiled.
I thanked everyone & left to the safety of d room. As I laid on d bed,the reality of d news dawned on me as I imagined myself as a murderer’s daughter & my heart did a summersault. I pulled myself together & was determined to get over it the way I had gotten over every other challenge I had passed through in life, besides, I did not want to be a pain in d a-s in this peaceful family.
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A week passed and everything had been going on well. During the past week, I had seen almost everyone in the hospital & was surprised that they were all young people within d age of 35 & below.
Patients were coming for me on a daily basis & I particularly enjoyed my sessions with Deji. He hadn’t fully recovered his memory but be had remembered three names, though he did not know who those names belonged to, he mentioned the names & when I asked his parents, I found out that there were people in his life with such names.
His improvement was a great thing to me & I always looked forward to our sessions together because he is a very interesting person to have around.
I had just finished my session with Deji and was back to my office when my secretary called over the intercom. With my observation, I should be within the same age with Joke, my secretary and I took her as a friend.
“Miss Belina, there is someone here to see you but he won’t give his name”, she said
“Hmmm, is he with a gun?” I asked half jokingly and half serious. Her voice held a smile when she said,
“God forbid bad thing”
“Alright, once you are sure there is no cause for alarm, send him in”, I said and hung up. Few seconds later, I heard a knock and I said a low but firm, “come in”, the door opened and for one second I thought I would be seeing the guy from last week but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I sprang up from my seat,
“What are you doing here Kelvin?
To be continued