A MAN’S DESTINY.. EPISODE 11.. ~ Zeniths Blog

Pemisire walked into the Manager’s
office and
bowed as she saw the woman in
her early
fifties that was on seat. She was
seated on a
burgundy leather desk chair that
reclines to an
almost obscene angle. There was a
deep blue
curtain and a cherry wood desk
with a long
brass-pull cord, a large office with a
nice
scent. “Good day ma.” She
greeted.
“Yes… Destiny, how are you?” She
asked her
as she dropped her ball pen.
“I’m good ma.” She bowed again
and smiled.
“Welcome to Hexagon Club and
Bar, this is the
citadel of enjoyment.” She smiled.
“Yes ma, I came as scheduled.” She
said.
The Manager swiveled her chair
and smiled.
“Now, no time for laziness. I see
that you’re a
responsible lady, for you to have
come here as
early as possible. Now, Destiny,
here you have
to be totally truthful. I hate people
who lie, i
have a strong aversion for it. The
schedule
will be released soon but today,
you are on
morning duty which will end by
7pm.” She
explained.
“Thank you ma.” She bowed again.
“So, the work starts now.” She
stood up and
led the way.
*******
RICHARD got conscious after an
hour of
unconsciousness on the hospital
bed. His
eyes darted around the ward and
rose up
instantly, “where are they?” He
asked himself
and exhaled deeply.
He rushed outside and met them
seated in the
waiting room. “Guys!” He called
them as he
approached them.
“How far?” Uche rose to his feet
instantly.
“How’s she?” He quickly asked.
“Still the same, what Stephanie
called you for
was to tell you about her parents.
According
to the Doctor, she’s been driven
away by her
parents because they don’t want
her to be the
donor.”
Richard opened his mouth in
surprise. “Did
she tell them?” He asked.
“Who knows? Doctor Kate said she
will do
everything within her reach to get
a donor
soon.”
“I can donate for God’s sake!” He
shouted.
“Yes you can, but it’s dangerous to
you guys’
healths.” Jay said.
Richard sighed. “What do we do? I
want to
see her.” He said.
“Let’s go to her ward.” Uche said
and walked
on.
——–
For everything have a season, and a
time for
every matter under heaven: a time
to be born,
and a time die; a time to plant, a
time to
harvest; a time to kill and a time to
heal; a
time to break down and a time to
heal up; a
time to laugh and a time to cry, a
time to
mourn and a time to dance
“Bestie, how are you?” Richard
bustled in.
Christiana turned her head toward
him and
wiped the tears in her eyes.
“Better.” She told
him.
“Better? You can’t be better and
keep on
crying, tell me what has gone
wrong.” He sat
beside her and wiped her tears as
he started
his.
“Just wondering, thinking, brewing
and
cogitating about the life after
death.”
Richard shook his head.
“Impossible! You
won’t die now, this is just a trial.”
He told her.
Christiana smiled faintly. “Where is
the donor?
When did you start drinking?” She
asked.
“Em… Bestie, don’t let’s talk about
that now,
the solution is what we should be
after, for
now.”
“Alright, how have you been?” She
asked him.
“I should be asking you, how is the
pain? Has
it reduced?” He asked.
“Bro, just keep… keep praying for
me.” She
started breathing heavily.
“Praying to who? Is there anyone
to call on?
See dear, don’t be deceived, that
man called
God doesn’t exist.”
“Bro, he does.” She tried to
convince him.
“Spare me! He doesn’t! He
doesn’t! If he does,
you won’t down in pains, you won’t
be in a
terrible condition, those people
called parents
won’t be there enjoying, turning
their backs at
us, he doesn’t”
__________________________
“He does!” Pemisire smiled as
served a bottle
of wine to Richard.
“What?” Richard asked her, raising
his head.
“Nothing, just soliloquizing.” She
continued
smiling.
Richard had left the hospital after
he had
cried his eyes out to drink again, it
would
wash his worries down, as usual.
“You are new
here, how did you know my usual?”
He asked
her.
“I only felt you’d like this, how are
you?” She
asked smiling.
Richard smiled faintly. “What is this
greeting
of yours about?” He asked.
“I’m new here and like making
friends with
customers.” She smiled.
Richard hissed. “Will you please
leave me
alone?”
to be continued..