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Burning Coles (Part 24)

‘Give me your hands.’ Bayo stretched his hands out.

Bimbo’s little fingers fitted perfectly into the center of her brother’s palms.

‘Dear Lord, thank You for Your daughter, Abimbola Cole. We ask today, that you deliver her from the torment of fear. From today, she will no longer be afraid or have bad dreams in Jesus name.

‘Amen.’ Bimbo said and quickly added, ‘Jesus, please forgive Uncle Gboyega for what he did to us. Deliver him too in Jesus name.’

‘Amen.’ Bayo said.

A smile appeared on her face. ‘Thank you.’

Bayo smiled. ‘You are welcome. Do you have homework?’

‘Yes.’ Bimbo stood up from the bed.

‘Now will be the best time to do it, don’t you think?’

‘Sure.’ Bimbo walked towards the door and waved at Bayo just before she left.

Bayo smiled and waved back. He finished tiding his room, then did his assignments. After he was done, he went to the sitting room to watch TV. He heard a knock on the door.

‘Who is it?’ It was most likely his father because he had the key to the gate but he had to be sure before opening the door.

‘It’s me.’ Bayo guessed right. His father was back. Today was one of the few days Mr Cole came back early.

‘Welcome sir,’ Bayo greeted him and collected his laptop bag.

‘How are you?’ He sounded tired.

‘Fine sir.’

‘What of your mother?’ He walked inside.

‘She is in the room.’ Bayo locked the door and followed his dad behind.

Mr Cole sat down in the sitting room and took off his shoe. ‘What did you have for lunch?’

‘Rice.’ Bayo placed the laptop bag on the floor beside his father’s feet.

‘Does it remain?’ Mr Cole not only did not go to the bar, he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. That was unlike him.

‘Errr, let me check sir.’ Bayo rushed to the kitchen and was back in no time. ‘There is little rice in the pot sir.’

‘Okay please serve me. I just need to take something so I can take my drugs.’ He told Bayo.

‘Alright sir.’ Bayo went to the kitchen and dished the remaining rice into a plate, served stew on it and a piece of meat. He placed it in the microwave for 2 minutes and then served it with a glass of water.

‘Thank you.’ Mr Cole collected the tray containing the plate of food and glass of water from Bayo.

‘Daddy, are you okay?’ Bayo sat on the couch next to his father’s

‘Malaria. I’ll be fine.’ He struggled with the food because his appetite was gone.

Bayo could not remember the last time he sat down with his father. He usually would have left the sitting room after he gave him his food but somehow, he felt bold to stay back. Deep down he wished he had a closer relationship with his father where they could talk about anything and everything but most importantly, he wished his father was a believer of Jesus the way he was. He prayed a short prayer in his heart for him. ‘Dear Lord, please visit my dad and change him in Jesus name, Amen.

‘Sorry sir.’ Do you need anything else?

‘No, I’m okay. I’ll just go in and rest once I’m done.’

‘Okay sir.’

He ate his food half way and took his drug then went in, to sleep. Every other person retired for the night after a light dinner of indomie and boiled egg.

The next morning, as they were about stepping out of the house, Seyi reminded her mum about the spare key.

‘Oh thank you, I almost forgot.’ She went back into the room. Mr Cole was having his bath. She opened the door of the bathroom.

‘Who is it?’ He asked, behind the shower curtain.

‘It’s me. I’ll drop a copy of the key to the house for you on the dressing table.’ She said and closed the door.

‘Okay, thank you.’

She did and left.

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Mrs Dedeke was dressed in her nursing uniform. She worked as a public health nurse at PEPFAR (President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief), an initiative established to address the burden of HIV/AIDS in Africa. In the branch she worked in, HIV positive patients came regularly for their doctor’s appointment and to collect their antiretroviral drugs.

She was seated at the vitals stand, where patients had their blood pressure and temperature checked before they went in to see a doctor.

There were lots of patients both young and old seated, waiting for their turn. She had a pile of case notes on her desk. She and her colleague who sat beside her called out the names of the patients one after the other as they take turns to have their vital signs checked. A chair for the patient was to her left and another one was by her colleague’s right.

‘Mr Francis Abayomi’ was the next name she called.

The elderly man stood up and approached.

‘Are you Mr Francis Abayomi?’ She asked politely.

‘That’s me.’ He smiled.

‘Please have your seat.’ She pointed at the chair and unwrapped the blood pressure cuff. ‘How are you today sir?’ she asked him with a smile.

‘I’m fine thank you.’ He placed his hand on the table and his blood pressure measurement was taken. An automated Thermometer was used to measure his temperature. After which Mrs Dedeke wrote down the values in his case note. ‘You’ll soon be called in to see a doctor. You can sit there sir.’ She pointed at a set of empty chairs.

‘The elderly man stood up and went in the direction she pointed.

She picked the next case note and called out the name, ‘Emeka Nwafor’

Emeka stood up. He was on the phone. ‘Hello Funke, please let me call you back.’ He ended the call and walked towards the vitals stand.

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To be continued…  Next Week Sunday! Please drop a comment on your thoughts on this so far.

What things have you learnt, and what do you think happens next?

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Emmanuela Evbuoma

I am passionate about extending the love of God to the world through writing

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6 thoughts on “Burning Coles (Part 24)”

  1. Oh my! What on earth does Emeka have up his sleeves as regards Mrs Cole?
    I’ll keep my fingers crossed till next week.
    Well done, Emma.

  2. Oh!… what a fit Mrs Cole would have when she finds out!…I feel like automatically the feelings for bro Emeka would vanish..

  3. Hmmmmmm…..vanishing feelings could be useful if she finds out early enough before falling into the ditch…

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