A MAN’S DESTINY EPISODE 1.. ~ Zeniths Blog

*CHRISTIANA*
I’m spooked and afraid of this trial.
It has
gotten to this stage that I have to
be prayerful
and watchful. The end is near and
might come
in anytime. This is such an
imperilling
situation that makes me sad, even
annoyed at
times. Should I say my parents
were benighted
or what? This is hilarious! They
were still
unrepentant after Richie spoke with
them, they
weren’t impelled. It seems they
did it on
purpose.
I’m nowfamiliar with Doctor Esther
and
Doctor Kate, they are my best
friends after
Stephanie. They’ve always told me
to relax, all
would be fine, they’ve been
marvelous and
interesting to be with. But, would
all really be
well?
I can’t give any guy my heart
because I might
die, and wouldn’t want to cause
him a broken
or shattered heart. I hate seeing
Stephanie up
and doing just to keep me lively, I
hate seeing
tears in Richard’s eyes, I hate it
when there’s
no peace of mind just because of
me, I also
wish to be free like everyone! I
wish to be free!
I wish to be able to last for six
months or
beyond without being rushed to
the hospital,
I… I also.. want.. j… joy!
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“There’s no God!” Richard clouted
the dressing
mirror before him and kept his fist
still on the
shattered mirror that was left
behind.
He went down on his kneels and
tears ran
down his cheeks. Uche and Jay
rushed into
the room and met him on the
floor. His left
hand had started bleeding as he
wept bitterly
on his kneels. “This is too much for
me to
bear! It is!” He made a vehement
outcry and
laid on the floor.
Uche and Jay stood close to each
other and
some steps away from Richard. The
two gazed
at each other continuously. They
were
becoming tired of Richard’s
rambunctiousness,
it seemed his emotion had taken
over him
finally. “I don’t like this, Richard. I
don’t!”
Uche scowled.
Richard raised his head slowly and
fixed his
eyes on Uche, just like a collector
fixes his
insect with formalin. “I don’t like it
likewise, I
don’t want this to happen too. The
more I
remember God, I get mad!” He
snorted.
“What on earth makes you run mad
whenever
you remember God? Do you know
you’re
making me annoyed and even
pissed off?” Jay
spoke slowly.
“Did I even mention God? Is there
God at all?
There’s definitely no God! None!”
He tried to
push himself up but his left hand
couldn’t
help. He fell back on the floor and
swallowed.
“God is wicked, that is if his
existence is real.”
“Just because of this trial?” Uche
smiled
faintly and took few steps to him
up. He
helped him up while Jay was fixed
on the
same spot and watched them.
“You are wrong, Uche.” He said and
struggled
to gain a stand. He looked into his
eyes for
seconds and looked at his blood-
stained hand
then continued. “God is just
partial.” He said
softly and closed his eyes as tears
fell.
“Richard, watch your mouth!” Jay
rebuffed.
Richard looked at Jay with a
grimace and
went on his kneels again. “This is so
unbearable, it is so sad. I wonder
how she’s
been managing, I fear death! She
might die!”
He burst into tears again.
Jay then walked to Richard and
ruffled his
hair. “Stop this man, we have to
get this
wound treated now.” He told him.
Richard gave a soft chuckle and
looked at his
hand. “Why should it be protected?
Let me
die!” He shrieked.
Uche sniggered. “Is this how you
wish to die?
You couldn’t visit the kitchen to
use a knife on
yourself or even drink Dettol
antiseptic, you
should have perfected those ones
before
screaming.”
Richard was breathing heavily. He
stood up
and bit his lower lip. “It’s time to
ramble.” He
said as he made the move to walk
out.
Uche drew him back and looked
into his eyes.
“Let’s get this laceration dressed
and we then
go to the club.”
“Club? Bar section? You know I
don’t follow
you guys, you should know I hate
drinking.”
He scoffed.
“Just to drink away your sorrows, if
you don’t
wish to drink, you should remain in
the house.
Don’t make an aimless ramble on a
winding
course!”
“In this house, I might do what you
suggested
earlier on. I think you guys can go,
lock me up
in the house.” He smiled for some
seconds
and continued. “Don’t worry, I
won’t die
anyhow, I mean I won’t die in a
rough way.
You will meet a neat and well
dressed corpse
in the living room.”
Jay laughed. “This guy still dey
craze! E be
like say you don dey drink the drink
wey you
talk say you no want?”
Uche faced Jay. “Should we not
go?”
“Why won’t we go? I’ve been
sleepless
throughout the week because I’ve
not been
able to set my eyes on the
beautiful lady for
seven days now.”
Richard hissed and walked into the
bathroom
to clean his hand and take a cold
shower.
Uche stood by the door, he wished
he could
monitor him more than that. He
knew it had
been tough on Richard, he had
always felt for
his sister who could die anytime.
He took a deep breath and sat on
Richard’s
bed when he discovered that he
had just
entered into the bathroom to bath,
not to
follow his deadly suggestions. If he
were in his
shoes, he might have done what he
suggested
so as to terminate his life soon.
Really, of
what importance is life when it
cannot be lived
gleefully? Richard had mostly been
boisterous,
was he really to be blamed?
His enthusiasm had gone down the
drain. He
hardly smiled. A month wouldn’t
end without
rushing Christiana to the hospital.
It was
irksome! It was very revolting!
Richard had a
strong aversion for it. He did
mostly stare at
his sister in the hospital bed and
both would
be weeping. It was such a
jeopardizing
situation.
“Guys, go and get ready. I think I
should
follow you today.” Richard said as
he stepped
out of the bathroom in towel.
“You want to follow us?” Uche’s
eyes widened.
“Yes, go and get dressed.” He
stared at him.
Uche and Jay smiled. It was
incredulous,
wasn’t it? They never knew Richie
would
concur. It was at least better for
him that way,
rather than meandering. The two
dashed out
of the room, it seemed the friday
would be
great.
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to be continued…