Episode 3
Jailed at 39๐ข
Once the kids were out of the sitting room, I retired to my room and waited anxiously for the poison to manifest.
I got that substance from a chemistry lab when I had gone to visit my sister who was a technician in Uyo.
I had followed her to her lab one morning when I overheard her explaining to some students the implications of that yellow powder
“This powder is not an ordinary powder oo, it is very toxic, some people use it as poison…”.
At the mention of poison, my heart hardened. I remembered someone needed to suffer for making me pass through hell.
So, while my sister was outside, gisting with her, colleagues, I quickly stole some of the stuff and had been keeping it safe for a day like this.
After about an hour, I heard a sharp scream from upstairs and ran out to the sitting room immediately. Ruth, too ran out from the kitchen.
We listened to confirm it. It repeated again, it was actually coming from Dami’s room as expected.
We ran all the way up to check it out. The sight that greeted us after we flung the door open was heart rendering.
The three children were lying in different positions on the room, vomiting blood. Dami was busy running from one child to the other, crying and screaming. She looked so confused.
“Let’s rush them to the hospital”. I suggested, knowing fully well it won’t help.
I picked one kid while they both picked the other two and we ran downstairs.
“Sampson, come and start this car, Mustapha!, open the gate!”. I was shouting as we were already putting the kids in the car.
Once they had been admitted into the emergency ward, Dami sent Ruth and the driver home to get her phone. She needed to put a call through to her husband.
While we waited for them to arrive, the doctor called Dami into his office.
I think he told her about the poison because when she came out she was asking me, what she could had possibly done to anyone that warrant poisoning her children.
“You never can tell, dear… but nothing will happen to the kids”. I had consoled.
Ruth and the driver arrived some times later and while Dami was on the other side, crying over the phone with her husband, the doctor came out and announced the most painful of the news.
They were all dead.
“We tried our best”. He lamented.
Dami fainted.
The phone in her hand fell at my feet and I could hear Greg’s voice over the other end.
“No!, oh God, nooooo!’. He was wailing.
That voice alone made me angry but the knowledge that he is in so much pains made me feel fulfilled.
To me, he deserved all the pains and even more. I picked up the phone and turned off the mobile data.
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Story by โ Joy Ifunanya
