I didn’t believe that my mum still wouldn’t believe me. I was young then, but now I’m all grown, well, they said I’ve lost my mind. She chuckled when she remembered her mother’s suggestion of going to the church for laying of hands. They are foolish people being deceived by silly monkeys who want to enrich their own pockets. Those ministers would feel something when my parents die, it’d been their money and support all along. They’ve been spending the devil’s money and they never deemed it fit to bring him to his senses? Didn’t they know everything? Well, they were just in a business and they must make profits, to me the man they claimed sent them didn’t exist. That was her last thought, a speedy tomatoes loaded vehicle hit her as she got to the T-Junction where she ought to have turned left and headed home. She never got home. Pedestrians and hawkers around shouted and acted the depth of their feelings by placing their hands on their heads. “Yeepa!” One man shouted, “Ikunle abiyamo,” another woman exclaimed. Some street boys went after the big vehicle on bikes while others tried getting Sola out of her car, it took them longer than normal as the door was locked from inside, they had to use axes and cutlass in separating that part of the vehicle from the others. “Ah! O ti ku o,” (She’s dead) the man who felt her neck for pulse announced. A young onlooker matched in just three long strides to where her still body was layed, he got down on his knees and tried mustering pressure on her chest, he also did the oral respiration in trying to revive her. As he was doing all that, he was muttering words of prayers and his lips quivered as though he had cold. He continued for more than ten minutes, other onlookers took him for a jobless medical school aspirant and rather tried calling anyone from her phone but the phone was locked and there seemed to be no number registered to her emergency line. The young man was still administering pressure on her chest when her chest voluntarily went up in a hard breath and was released shortly afterwards. The young man solicited for the help of others as Sola was rushed to the nearest hospital in her near unconscious state.

She gained her full consciousness after two days of injection of water drips and blood. She woke up to the face of the young doctor who reCaged 3scued her. “Where am I? What am I doing here?,” she weakly demanded. “Thank God you are back to life, you are a miracle,” she looked startled as she realised she was in a hospital with her head bandaged. “What happened?” “You had an accident, the drunk driver with a faulty vehicle that hit you are in the police station as we speak.” “Accident?” She asked in disbelief. “Surely God is great, he must love you so much…you were dead but he brought you back to life,” she stared at the pleasant Doctor with mixed feelings. “I don’t believe in God,” the Doctor hid his shock by smiling at her. “I understand you, maybe you’ll share the story with me someday, we all have reasons not to have that belief but there comes a time that we have to reckon with the fact that God exists and make every other doubt go away…I have to leave you to rest now, I’ll come back and share some things with you, meanwhile, nurses assigned to you shall be coming to check on you from time to time.” He smiled, ‘that smile of an angel, did I just say that? Angel?” So, she drifted off.

Sola did not understand while she did not smile back at the caring Nurses, Nurse Adesunloye was even an exceptional Nurse, Sola was unable to find any fault in her. She brought her food never one minute late, she ran errands and never wore a frown. Sola thought the hospital was not in Nigeria, one, the Nurses were too young and two, their attitude towards her was out of this world. She concluded at the place being a private hospital. Nevertheless, they did not interest her as much as that young Doctor, she had been looking forward to seeing him again since the last time. She felt she was being punished by him not coming around. She had scolded herself to let it be and forget about the Doctor who was young enough to be her younger brother, “wait, am I thinking of dating him? Sola you must be mad.”

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