First off I want to thank every one for their constructive criticism, suggestions and encouragements. I can only get better from your words and I appreciate.
To all who have followed this story from the beginning I just want to say a big thank you. For those who have not, here is part 1 (http://wp.me/p4j2l8-g) and part 2 (http://wp.me/p4j2l8-1s) for you to catch up.
Here is the last part of this story. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
“Get on the floor now” shouted the tall masked man. Tunde stood confused. This could not be happening, not today thought Tunde. From one bad news to another. What did he do to deserve this? Why God? He had so many questions.
“Guy you think say we dey play abi?” The masked man said again. He used the butt of the local shotgun he was holding and hit Bolaji who was closest to him on the head. Bolaji yelled out in pain.
“BOLAJI!!!” shouted Amaka. But the second masked man had a pistol pointed at her and her second son so she dare not move. Tunde came to. Quickly he laid down.
“Please don’t hurt anyone, please. There is absolutely no need to be violent.” he pleaded. Bolaji was moaning, he was bleeding from his forehead. “Bola are you okay?” He asked.
“Shut up. WE ask the questions. If you want any of your family members to stay alive you will do as we say” said the tall masked man. Tunde nodded.
“Good. Now where is the money?” he asked. Tunde was shocked. The first thing that came to his mind was to ask ‘which money’. How could someone have know? He had only made the withdrawal today, it didn’t make any sense, why today? But there was no point denying it. It would just cause more trouble and danger for his family. The least he could do was try and protect them from more harm since it was obvious God had abandoned them.
The shorter masked man was fidgeting with something but Tunde could not see since he was face down.
“Guy get a grip” scolded the taller one, then to Tunde he said “I hope you don’t need motivation to show me where the money is?”
“No please, please don’t hurt us, please” Amaka cried out. “Baby please just do as he says. The boys, think of the boys please”
“Mr. Banwo I think you should listen to your wife” said the tall masked man. “She has a valid point”.
“Fine, okay” Tunde said “it is in the briefcase. The case was lying beside him. “Just take the case and please don’t hurt anyone. Please, I promise not to do anything stupid”.
“Who said anything about doing anything stupid?” Said the tall masked man. He became very cautious as he looked at the briefcase.
“Guy the money dey. Let’s take it and go” the shorter masked man spoke for the first time. He sounded nervous.
“Shut up and calm down” the leader said “Open it let me be sure” he spoke to Tunde.
Tunde got on his knees, opened the briefcase and showed him the money inside. Amaka who had been on her knees all this while gasped. Giving Tunde that ‘where in God’s name did you get this from?’ look.
“Good, good, very good” said the tall masked man laughing. “Close it and toss it towards me. I really don’t trust your promise of not doing anything stupid.
Tunde closed the briefcase and pushed it towards the masked man. He was kept on praying in his mind for them to just talk the money and go. The case stopped close to Bolaji hitting the man’s left foot.
He smiled. Tunde could see the smile through the mask. As the tall masked man bent to pick the brief case the shot-gun slipped in his hands. To keep it steady he tightened his grip forgetting his fingers were on the trigger. His fingers responded to his reflexes and tightened on the trigger as well . . .
“BOOM!!!” The gun fired.
All Tunde could hear was a loud scream from his wife Amaka “NOOOOOOOO BOLAJI!!!!!”
Mrs. Banwo was restless. She hated the fact that she was all alone. She hated being alone. Her husband had always been with her and when he was on one of his business trips her baby Seun came home to stay. To keep herself busy she had cooked rice, made a fresh pot of stew, made vegetable soup (her husband’s favourite), and was debating whether to pound yam or not.
She heard a knock on the main door. Before she could leave the kitchen to go open it she heard her son’s voice.
“My one and only mummy” Seun shouted.
Mrs. Banwo opened the door and hugged her son. “It is night you this boy. Why are you shouting? Don’t disturb the neighbours now”
“Let them park well oh” Seun replied returning the hug. The raising his voice a little louder he added “if they have any problem they should go and look for their own mother”.
His mother hit his arm playfully and they both laughed.
“Ah ahh, mummy this house is smelling take-away” Seun said. What’s cooking?” Mrs. Banwo sat on her three sitter and started crying.
“Mummy now” Seun went to her side to comfort her. “What is this now? Why are you crying?”
“It is because I was trying not to think of your dad. So I was cooking. I don’t even know who will eat all the food” said Mrs. Banwo.
“Mummy your last born is here for what then?” Seun said jokingly “part of me coming here is to chop your food now. See my neck faa”.
“Seun where does your money go to” Mrs. Banwo enjoyed teasing her son about his slim stature. “I think we will reduce your pocket money since it is obviously not making any difference”.
“Mummy stop that rough play oh” laughed Seun and for once that evening his mum smiled.
“A smile” Seun exclaimed. “Now since you have cooked for daddy, we will carry the food to him at the hospital till he wakes up from hunger. What do you think?”
His mum smiled some more “I think that’s a great idea”. If her sons could be positive, she will make every effort to be positive too. She went to the kitchen and packed some rice, she also packed stew and a little vegetable. Her husband liked to eat his rice sometimes with vegetable. Seun was waiting outside.
“Mummy won’t it make sense if I drive. That way if daddy is still down, I’ll shout it out just for him to wake up and scold me” Seun joked.
“No way. I don’t want to be in the middle of two of una love-hate relationship” his mother laughed. “Sit in the passenger sit and hold the cooler”.
They drove to the hospital and arrived in 15minutes. Mrs. Banwo went to the nurses’ station and asked for the doctor. Luckily he was free and she was told she could go see him. She asked a nurse to directed Seun to his dad’s room while she went to see the doctor.
When Seun reached his dad’s room he thanked the nurse and she went away. He quietly opened the door. It was a typical hospital ward just a bit more fancy being a private hospital. The only thing that wasn’t typical or normal about the room was his dad lying on the hospital bed unconscious. Seun could not remember ever seeing his dad this way in his life. Yes he had fallen ill before, some had affected him to the point of bed rest at home but even then he was reading a book or watching TV or something as he rested. Never unconscious nor in the hospital.
He dropped the cooler on the side-table and pulled a chair and sat beside his dad. For some reason unknown to him he had an urge to speak;
“Daddy its Seun, your last son. Wait of course you know that, its stress not amnesia you have. I can be stupid sometimes, like when the car incident happened. And before you say anything, not like you can . . . yet; I am sorry about that but it wasn’t my fault honestly. I do listen to you dad, sometimes extremely well and am sad when you think I don’t” he put his head in his hands and continued. “This is totally unfair. You lying down here unconscious. It is so not you. You have always been our pillar. Our father in all sense of the word. But you brought us up well because Bro. Tunde and I are holding the fort. At least till you are back on your feet to take over. Mummy needs you daddy and somehow I believe you can hear me so come back to us. We love you”.
“I love you all too but if my nose is working well I smell vegetable soup so please can I have some?” His father said, his eyes slowly opening and a smile on his face.
Seun jumped up and hugged his father. Then quickly pulled away “wait how long have you being awake?”
“Some where around you being sorry about the car” said his dad “and you should be because I was planning on taking it from your pocket money this month”
“Haba daddy I will need that money for finals week faa. Boys have plans” Seun pleaded.
“So? How else do I teach you a lesson?” His dad said. Just as Seun was about to reply he realised he and his dad were about to start arguing again. He smiled and kept quiet, now was not the time. Just then his mum came in and she ran to her husband.
“Oko mi (my husband), olowo ori mi (the owner of my head) you are awake” Mrs. Banwo said as she hugged him. Her husband just smiled.
“We thank God. I am so sorry, about everything” she said. “I did not mean to bring it up and did not mean to hurt you or put you in this state. Please forgive me”.
Engr. Banwo called Seun to help him sit up then he said “God knows all, sees all and is in control of all. Let’s not be sad but be thankful”.
Tunde was hurting, he was angry he couldn’t even look. From his wife’s scream he knew and in his mind he shouted;
“JESUS, can You even see us?
I gave You all of me because I thought You could protect us, Lead us and direct us.
But you can’t even keep us safe from violence and diseases, I’m really wanting to believe in You,
But I need a reason to trust You after this one…
That same moment, that split second in which he cried out, it seemed as if time was paused and he could hear God speak to him clearly. And God said;
I am the Lord your God, There’s majesty and splendor round about Me.
It’s very sad, but true, that very often your faith fails you and you doubt Me.
But I’m so sovereign and above, I give you power to believe you’re all in control,
But I’m SUPER!
And I’m set to show Myself so strong in a realm of the living that leaves the whole world In a stupor.
By the way I caused the bullet shot to ricochet right back into the shooter!
It was like he had just come out of a time capsule. He quickly raised his head, the second masked man was running, heading towards the main door. It was obvious now why he was nervous all along. He turned and looked to see his son lying on the floor but so was the tall masked man. The difference was that he unlike Bolaji had his shirt soaked with blood all over and it was flowing onto the tiles. He had taken the bullets to the chest.
He rushed to his wife’s side. She was trembling. It was obvious she was confused too. Tolu was so quiet. He hugged them both.
“Tunde please check Bolaji. I can’t bring myself to go there” Amaka said.
“He is fine” Tunde said confidently in faith.
“Are you crazy can’t you see blood” Amaka retorted.
“He is fine dear. It is well” Tunde said.
Just as he spoke Bolaji gasped for air and tried to stand-up. Amaka screamed and rushed to him despite of the blood flow.
“Let’s leave this place. Go to the bed room” Tunde said “I’ll need to call the police. That is if one of the neighbours haven’t already done so after the gun shot”.
He lead his shaken but otherwise breathing family to the master bedroom. He came back to the parlour and as he picked up his phone to dial the police he went to the masked man. He wanted to see his face. Tunde bent over the dead man, hands shaking and removed the mask.
“O MY GOD”, he exclaimed. Looking up glassed eyed was the bank cashier of his branch.
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