::::::Date - 12th October :::::
Dear Diary,
The early hours of this morning did not go the exact way I envisaged it. My intention was to get to the hospital and see how my husband was doing and look at him in the face to ask myself why on earth he didn't die in the accident. But, that didn't happen. After the call, I picked one or two things and I raced to the hospital. The road to the hospital was not easy to get as it was just one of the local hospitals around that could handle emergency cases. The distance to the hospital took about 30 minutes drive away from the town we live. I passed through hell before locating the hospital as different people gave me different directions to the same hospital. "If you reach that junction, turn go your left, then turn go your right, go front small, then turn to your right... " So goes the direction an old man gave me. Although, I know my husband does not in any way merit all my efforts on him, but still, a Yoruba adage has it that "when we quarrel with each other, not to the point of death". At the end of it all, I located the hospital. THE YOUNG SHALL GROW CLINIC. That was the name boldly written on a small signpost at the entrance. I greeted the receptionist, and as I was about to ask her if any accident victim was rushed here, she yelled at me. "Madam. Abeg, make una go sit down. Doctor never ready to attend to una." The young lady said with a strong Igbo accent. I was stunned. I moved back a little to sit where others were anxiously waiting for the doctor. After some minutes, I could not bear it anymore. "I can't keep sitting here when I'm not even sure this is the hospital my husband was rushed to." I told myself. As I got up to approach the young lady again, a man dressed like the doctor came out from a room close to the reception. "Excuse me sir." I said with all manner of politeness. He granted me audience, and I was brief enough to explain my mission. "Oh! They have been transferred." The doctor said as he went to the receptionist, leaving me where I stood. "Sir, to where?" I asked, as I ran after him. He gave me the name and location of the hospital where the victims in the accident with serious injuries were transferred to. My search for the new hospital was not a tedious one at all. The hospital was located in the heart of the town, and their receptionist was very friendly and accommodating. No sooner had I got there that I was shown the way to the doctor's office. "Are you Mrs. Collins?" The doctor asked, after offering me a seat. I nodded to confirm my identity. "Madam, your husband was seriously injured in the accident." The doctor started. It was at that very point that I knew I can't not even withstand being a widow at a very young age. "When he was brought here, we observed that aside the physical injuries, he also sustained some internal injuries in his head." The doctor declared again. My heart was racing away from my chest at that point, and I could feel it beat thrice normal. Some minutes ago, I wished my husband was dead in the accident, and as I sat before the doctor who had all the details to his condition, I knew what I wished was not the exact thing I wanted. Maybe not anymore. "The injury affected some parts of his brain, and I'm afraid he might suffer Amnesia." The doctor dropped the bombshell. "Amnesia?" I asked myself. I've heard alot about Amnesia, that has to do with someone forgetting things he knew or experienced before. Sometimes, it could be partial, while it could be absolute in most cases. I gathered that information from a friend doctor some couple of months ago. As the doctor dropped the bombshell, a lot of thoughts and questions crossed my mind all at once. "Does that mean my husband will not be able to remember anything again?" I asked myself as tears found their path on my cheeks.
© 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
Hmmmmmm..... I'm sure you didn't see that coming. Well, for those who had wanted to know Jude's fate in the accident, I'm sure you have your answers now. He didn't die. But, he has sustained a brain injury, and now, he can not remember things again. What happens when your debtor forgets he/she is owing you? The answer is deep, and the story is just starting. So, you don't to miss the next episode.
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