Saturday, 19 April 2014

ECHOES - Part 6 (Final Episode)


Emeka's journey back home has a dazzling convoy of flashy cars to its credit and to the young man who has missed home for more than three years following a mortal combat with death; a journey of about two hours seems to be taking a lifetime. Thoughts about his mother's total blackout on him throughout his stay in hospital  continues to build up mountains of fear in him  and his persistent dispelling of those  avalanche of fears advances with the journey.

Now, live in his mother's compound, the impatient Chukwuemeka would not wait for the car to roll to a final stop at the parking lot. He storms out. Mrs Fred-Donalds follows him immediately. Everything in him has braced up for all possibilities now.  A split-second scan of the compound convinces him that prolonged neglect has stripped the premises of huge chunk of beauty. But that is of no priority to him right now. He storms into the sitting room, the whole building loud with silence.  He bursts out from the door leading to the living room, eyes darting on all corners,   straight, he heads to his mother's bedroom. Then, behold the shock!

News of her only child’s involvement in a terrorist attack on a church had struck Emeka's Mum like bomb that fateful Sunday morning. She stormed out of the house on receiving the news, overpowering attempts by the news bearer to hold her down. Trotting along the busy road to no particular destination, she was heard screaming in sheer anguish.

It was in the process that she slumped and plunged into what a revered medical Doctor described as a strange form of Coma which starves the brain of adequate blood and oxygen which could leave the patient unresponsive to stimuli for years without degenerating to a vegetative state.

To all appearances, Emeka's mother could be judged dead. The only thing that has kept her on the surface of the earth is the guilt of burying someone who has not pronounced medically dead and that slim expression of hope from the Doctor.

Chief Fred-Donalds got wind of the health condition of Emeka's Mum upon accepting Agbomma's unswerving request to shoulder Emeka’s medical bills and well-being three years ago. Quickly he employed the expertise of Doctor Ken. While taking care of the son in hospital, the Fred-Donalds were also taking extensive care of the ailing Mum back home.

Doctor Ken had issued stern instructions to the young nurse employed to be taking care of Emeka's Mum, to be very watchful for what he described as Cerebral Neurozogic Showdown, in which a patient could suddenly show signs of forceful comeback from Coma and the sequence of medical intervention within the period of Showdown was well noted.

There in the room, surrounded by a few visitors who could stand the heart-stopping scene at the Moment, the very sorrowful Chukwuemeka continues pouring his mind at his mother's feet and sultry streams of tears paid visit on the faces of all present.

The sudden emergence of Ken the Doctor in that room was most timely. Right in his presence, the long awaited Cerebral Neurozogic Showdown kicked off. Emeka's Mum could be seen stretching out the hands that have laid unresponsive  to stimuli for years towards Emeka in a manner that appeared she was  all out to console a son baked by sorrow.

Emeka quickly latched himself on those hands and instantly Doctor Ken's expertise took charge. Sequence of meticulous medical intervention overruled all emotions. In less than an hour, the great woman of valour was beginning to show steady signs of life once again. Everyone was trapped in amazement.  Ken's dedication to ensuring full recovery was superb and in about three hours, mother and son were united once again after epic comeback against all odds. The joy of the very ecstatic Chukwuemeka knew no bounds. There, he had made solemn promise his Mum and the Fred-Donalds family, to spend the rest of his life making them proud and in three years’ time, Emeka's Mum, in the company of the Fred-Donalds family, Cajethan and Peter, will be storming Europe for the remarkable graduation of a young African with such a wonderful result unprecedented since the university inception.  Two years  after that, the world would be witnessing the conjugal vows of world-renowned personalities,  Destiny Chukwuemeka Echezona and Clarion Agbomma Fred-Donalds who would devote their lifetime to  providing help to the afflicted, the forgotten and the downtrodden all over the world.

 

The end.

 
©Ray Eke

 
 
Disclaimer: All characters and terms appearing in this work are fictitious . Any resemblance to real persons or situations, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  

Sunday, 16 March 2014

ECHOES – Part 5

It is widely believed that anything that has beginning must have ending. On this day, Emeka’s case bears eloquent testimony to this wide belief. After three years, two months and 5 day’s sojourn in hospital wards, the much awaited day has finally arrived - the day of discharge from hospital.

The early morning sun stood right above SureHealth hospital, gracefully spreading it’s warmth in benevolent rays and one could easily watch the sunrise on Emeka’s face. Radiant all over, the triumphant Chukwuemeka had arranged his luggage in readiness for Chief and Mrs. Fred-Donalds to conclude discharge modalities with the hospital staff. Agbomma was unavoidably absent. Academic necessities forced her back to campus three months ago. Her return to school, through absolute help of Providence, brought into Emeka’s life, another reason to be grateful.

A survivor of two major attacks, one at school and the second in church, little Cajethan swore never to step close to neither school nor church for any reason whatsoever. The only thing that appealed to him was staying close to Chukwuemeka whom he had met some days to his discharge from SureHealth sometime last year. Since then, little Cajethan became a regular visitor to Emeka in SureHealth. Upon learning Mma was to return to school, he insisted to take over from where Mma stopped and his kind gestures have left pleasant impression in the minds of the Fred-Donalds.

Having cleared all hospital bills, set to go home was a group of five- Chief and Mrs. Fred-Donalds, Peter the driver, Little Caje and the triumphant Chukwuemeka. All doors closed, the Ford Explorer zoomed off and Emeka was heading home for the first time in three years and two months.

The journey back home was a smooth one though with unusual silence, unbecoming of a family deemed jubilant for the home-coming of a son pulled from the jaws of death. Two hours and fifteen minutes after takeoff from SureHealth, the car pulled to a stop in Chief Fred-Donalds’ compound. Everyone alighted. To Chukwuemeka, reason for diverting him to the house of Fred-Donalds instead of his mother’s house was still unfathomable.


Chief Fred-Donalds and wife had made adequate preparation for a brief party before taking off to SureHealth to bring Emeka home. To receive Emeka back home were some friends, family and well-wishers of the Fred-Donalds who had gathered, jubilant with thanksgiving to God for the life of Chukwuemeka.

True to Dr. Ken’s promise a year ago, Emeka stands firm on his two feet and was moving freely “without the help of clutches or humans”, and from the depths of his mind, Emeka remained grateful to God and the Fred-Donalds. Then, something continues to pierce his mind. His eyes dart from one corner of the compound to the other; one other prominent personality was visibly absent- his mother.

In the midst of eating, drinking and presentation of gifts by the visitors, the disturbance in Emeka’s heart was becoming evident on his face. Chief Fred-Donalds noticed and in a few moments, he emerged from the room to address Emeka. The visitors gave him rapt attention. In his hands were a car key and an envelope. His welcome-home speech to Emeka and gratitude to God was straight-to-the-point. In the end, a car key was handed to Emeka and documents for his University admission to study in one of the prestigious Universities in Europe. Emeka was immensely thankful but was unshaken in his demands that the favours can only be accepted if and only if he is told the whereabouts of his mother.

Efforts to divert his attention failed. Left without option in the presence of puzzled friends and family, Chief Fred-Donalds beckoned to his family to hop in to the car with Emeka. In a convoy of family and friends, the journey to Emeka’s mother’s house commenced.


©Ray Eke
…..to be continued….



Thursday, 6 February 2014

A WORLD ON THE EDGE

A weary world battles with age
In haste goes its page
On delicate cliff hangs its ledge
Scathed, it survived to fledge

Morality lost a gauge
To oblivion goes the pledge
For lust for rights, shame picks up rage
A drifting world sure needs a wedge

The Populace needs a wage
Indifference hangs life on the edge
Hurry now!!! Roars the sledge
A busy world is trapped in the hedge

To gulp, gapes the cage
On exile, assault places the sage
Out of fear, courage drowns in a dredge
Naked, a broken world dances on stage




©Ray Eke

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

ECHOES - Part 4

The deadlock in the evening’s conversation made the night one of the longest in living memory for both Emeka and Agbomma. Depressed beyond words in his hospital bed, an army of resentment, suppression and grief  sent sleep on exile and flooded Emeka with a stream of thoughts all night.
Most incomprehensible to him was the ominous, palpable silence the world has kept to his harmless request about his Mom’s whereabouts at the darkest moment of his life.

At the other end of the room, Emeka’s persistent sniffing left Agbomma, a head buried in soiled pillows and a  heart thoroughly distressed. Plagued by the thought of a possible repeat of the distressing events of the night in the future , Mma resolved it was unavoidably, time to stem the tide once and for all.

As soon as dawn announced its arrival, she dashed out of the room and in a matter of minutes, her message was relayed to her mother. She was quite optimistic that noon will never beat her Mum in punctuality to SureHealth.

The distress message of a strong-willed daughter caught Mrs. Fred-Donalds off-guard.  Bereft of new tricks to punctuate Emeka’s raging but genuine inquisitions, she came up with a plan to blend ferocity with bloated claims in a letter and parcel it down to SureHealth Hospital.

Agbomma’s optimism had an hour setback. At exactly 1:00 pm, a black Range Rover SUV pulled in the premises of SureHealth. Mrs. Fred-Donalds' driver came all alone and to Agbomma that could translate to botched effort, considering the issue at stake.

A bag load of items was handed to Mma and a brown envelop to Emeka who had refused to take neither food nor medication all day. Filled with anxiety, he ripped the envelope open and the letter read:

Chukwuemeka,

               Our attention has been drawn to your sudden change of attitude towards your medication, wellbeing and everyone around you.
It has also got to our notice, your sudden conversion of your stay in SureHealth to a disturbing question and answer series.
               My husband--your Daddy-- and I deliberated on this sudden change and I must sincerely tell you it did not go down well with us. We would like to believe  you need no reminder about the dare implications of this line you are towing at this age and time.  This message was intended to be delivered to you directly in person if not for some unavoidable family engagements and it is strongly recommend you take the content very seriously, in your interest.
               Our primary concern is, and has always been to ensure your speedy recovery and we expect you to follow suit.
               By this letter, you have been fully and finally reminded to desist from all forms of behavior capable of derailing your steadily improving health. Save your questions for the day you will be discharged from the hospital.
               Feel free to let us know if you have any material or medical needs.
Wishing you speedy recovery,  Chukwuemeka.

Yours,
Chief Mrs. Ojiugo Fred-Donalds. 


The tone of the letter spread a renewed cloud of confusion around Emeka. Staring at void with gaping mouth, his mind continued playing back a couple of issues that have got him stuck in shock---the hostile tone of the letter, his mother’s last speech to him when she dropped him off  to church that fateful Sunday, Mma’s escalation of a little misunderstanding between them and the use of “your Daddy” in the letter in reference to Chief Fred-Donalds.

Slowly the letter slipped off his hands and Mma grabbed it immediately.
Though disturbed by the tone of the letter, Mma was a bit relieved that the burden of finding tactical maneuvers to some of  Emeka’s spontaneous questions has been taken off her.

Next in her agenda was to tow the very depressed Emeka out of his present mood and in a matter of hours, their cordiality took a full swing once more.

Emeka had vowed in his mind never to allow a repeat of last night's incident, no matter how hopeless.

…to be continued…..

 
©Ray Eke