TWISTED PATH (Episode 3)
By Oluwafunminiyi Komolafe
Fatima was thrown into uttermost confusion as she watched her victim convulsing. She knew he was going to die if she didn’t do something urgently. She took a deep breath to clear her mind before gently massaging his swollen head. Fatima hoped the massage would stop the convulsion and by miracle it did. Even though he was stable, Fatima understood that the man needed a proper medical care but she couldn’t risk taking him to any hospital.
An idea popped up in her mind, her friend Biola owned a veterinary clinic in town, she would have all the equipment needed to treat him and she could also count on Biola to keep her mouth shut. Biola was about closing up for the day when she saw her friend’s car parked in from of her shop. Fatima hurriedly came down from the car and approached her friend. After exchanging pleasantries, Biola was about to open up her pouch of gossip but the expression on her friend’s face told her she wouldn’t be interested.
“I am in dire need of your help.” Fatima said almost in tears. When Biola asked what she wanted, Fatima dragged her to the car and showed her the man. She explained everything to her but left the part of the suicide vest out.
“Why can’t you just take him to a hospital?” Biola questioned.
“Because I don’t want anyone to know I hit him. My life would be completely over, I might even end up in jail.” Fatima explained.
After listening to her friend’s narration, Biola felt compassionate and agreed to take the man in. They both retrieved him from the car and dragged him into the shop.
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Abeeb together with his team arrived at the duplex they believed belong to Dr Ismail and met the gate open. The blood stain appearing on the gate assured them that they hadn’t gone to a wrong house. He positioned some of his men outside and took the rest into the house. They had guessed that the terrorist were using the house as a lair so extreme caution was taken and the team were ready for action at the slightest provocation. Once inside, another blood stain was discovered on the wall.
Abeeb ordered his men to spread out and search every room. Few minutes later, one of the guys found something. Inside Fatima’s bedroom, they saw a blood soaked cotton wool, a blood stained shirt and an opened first aid kit.
“This is definitely their safe house, they must have left in a hurry.” Farouq said.
“Make sure this blood sample gets to the lab, I want to know whose blood it is and search every one inch of this house. We need to find out whoever that has been staying here for the past six months.” He ordered before getting out of the house.
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The dark kettle on stove simmered, telling everyone that the water inside it was about reaching the boiling point but no one seemed to be listening. Sheikh Dangoro, a man in his late sixties with thick white beared stood before his men.
“Fellow comrades, yesterday our jihad suffered a blow. We lost a fearless and gallant solder all because of some infidels. Holy soldiers, a traitor has penetrated into our midst.” The about fifty crowd murmured.
“Fear not, for Allah in his infinite wisdom has unveiled the traitor.” He made a signal and a guy was bundled out of the crowd to Sheikh’s presence.
“This traitor for a few pieces of gold sold our messenger out and condemned himself to burn fiercely in the pot of hell.” The moment he took the kettle from fire, the traitor’s mouth was forced open and Sheikh poured the extremely hot water down the man’s throat. The traitor writhe in pain before giving up the ghost.
Sheikh dispersed his army after the demonstration and the traitor’s body was dragged away.
“Jamal, I need you to send men into the city. I want Mohammed’s corpse to be recovered at all cost. He didn’t deserve to be buried like an infidel.” He commanded.
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It’s been over three hours since Fatima brought her victim to the veterinary shop. They had given him all the treatment they could offer. His dislocated leg had been set in place and his wounded arm had been well bandaged. His swollen head was x-rayed and it was discovered that he had a minor concotion. They did all they could for him and the swollen reduced hours later.
Fatima sat beside her friend, imagining what her life would have been if she had concentrated on the road and avoided the accident.
“What are you going to do now?” Biola questioned.
“I just don’t know, am so confused right now.” She burst into tears.
Biola pulled her friend closer offering her shoulder to lean on.
“It will all be alright.” She said.
They suddenly heard the man coughed severally before he opened his eyes and saw them.