TORN ....2

Wummmm….I ran as fast as my legs could carry me…for a while,I wondered why I dint represent nigeria at the Olympics. I kept running…I still cannot remember how I made it to the ground floor without the elevator. I know I am strong…but never realized the twenty-sixth floor was not so far from the ground. Ooh… I stopped for a while to see if wale was running after me…maybe trying to say he is sorry. Disappointed, I turned back and continued… I couldn’t really explain why…but I just kept running. Hot tears rushed down my checks…how can wale sleep with his cousin? Why dint he chase me? Where did our love affair go wrong? I kept crying…yelling at the top of my voice as I ran like a mad woman.

 Oyingbo oyingbo…oyingbo…it was the voice of a bus conductor…I rushed in with immediate effect…I had to leave…to get home and continue crying… NO WONDER HE DINT INTRODUCE ME TO HIS FAMILY MEMBERS…HE WAS PLAYING ME…WHY DINT I NOTICE? I AM SUCH A FOOL…It took me about 10minutes to realized that my house was in park view estate, ikoyi … I mean, why did I board oyingbo bus from obalande…why did I even board a bus in the first place…after all, I had a car. Owa ooo…I screamed at the conductor. “owa kee…aunty you want make lastma catch me? Abeg abeg,no put san-san for my garri ooo… I no want fashola trouble”…he said. “whats my business…just let me out”…

  

“can you hear me?”…the very smooth and gentle voice asked. I opened my eyes and I noticed I was in a small room…the room was painted in white. I also noticed that the man with the gentle voice wore a white garment. Instantly I screamed, “am I in heaven?”… “haaaaaaaaaah… the man laughed…. “heaven?... why would you think you are in heaven? “haaaaaaah>>>he laughed again… “am sorry to disappoint you but you are in Merryfad hospital…your card here says you fell from a moving bus into a deep gutter  and hit your head. Can you feel any pain around your neck?”… ooooh, it clicked…I must have forced my way out of the moving bus… my god, what was I thinking…what was I even doing in the bus?… the gentle man looked at me and said “I am the doctor incharge of this ward…so you can say I am your doctor…you can call me dewale…doctor wale”. Wale wale wale…that name rang a bell…before I knew it, I had pounced on him like an angry eagle that had to avenge her dead eaglet…I was literarily going to kill him…but the sharp pain I felt on my right knee stopped me. Ok ok, make I no lie…his muscular, big and firm hands held me back.

I wasn’t sure why I attacked him…but I knew the name wale influenced the anger…why was I angry?.. who is wale? I thought about it for a while until the doctor…who dint sound so gentle anymore…called the nurses… and before I knew it…I had dosed off. Doctor dewale helped me in so many ways…he helped me through my recovery stage. Dewale and I became very close friends…he told me how he lost his wife to breast cancer…how helping helpless people like me was the only way he could get over their 6months old marriage. Wale had a lot to say about himself…but I dint. I couldn’t remember anything…just that his name brought me a lot of pain. Soon… I developed feelings for him… I mean…why wouldn’t  i? when he was tall, dark and very handsome… are doctors really allowed to look dis good? wale was just so kind to me…soooo caring…he even offered to give me a room in his house since I had no where to go…I gladly accepted.

Its all coming back to me… you are him…I mean…his twin…
TO BE CONTINUED...NEXTWEEK TUESDAY...