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A Death and Two Choices
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    It was pouring heavily, and it didn’t
    look like it was going to stop anytime
    soon. The security guard held the door
    open for him, as he walked onto the
    downpour. No vehicle in sight. A few
    minutes a blue Camry appears out the
    corner, opposite the hospital. The
    driver honks twice, as the doctor walks
    towards the cab. The driver unlocks
    the door as he slides into the backseat
    placing his briefcase gently beside him.
    “Oga Good evening” the driver greets
    with a hint of Yoruba accent. “Where
    to?”. “Sheraton” he replies with his
    gaze still fixed on the window, as the
    car drives off. Through the rear mirror
    the driver looks at his latest passenger,
    and not for the first time today or
    even this week, he formulates a scam
    to fit his backseat victim.
    The doctors gaze has now shifted to his
    hands, still trembling, like the cloudy
    skies outside. His mind runs through
    all the possible scenarios, trying to
    figure out other ways he could have
    avoided her death. In his Fourteen
    years of medical practice, he had
    never lost a life let alone take one, and
    that’s saying a lot giving the fact that
    he served in the Biafran Army during
    the war. He’d saved lives that were
    already lost, held limbs together with
    nothing but bandages, alcohol and
    hope. But today, not even with the
    hospital equipment and staff valued at
    billions of naira at his disposal, he
    could not save the girl. She was only
    Three years old. There was no choice.
    A shimmer of tears, barely visible roll
    down his cheek bones onto his full
    white beards.
    The cabs rolls onto a steady halt
    opposite the entrance of the
    hotel.”Your fare is twenty thousand
    naira Oga ” he says with a crooked
    smile spread across his dark face.
    The doctors’ expression quickly, shifts
    from hidden grief to visible anger. His
    mind flashes to the moment she was
    brought in, how could so much blood
    be in such a tiny person he thought to
    himself as he examined her. The nurse
    said that the victim was on her way
    back from school when she was
    snatched by some unsuspecting
    persons. Fortunately, someone found
    her but it was too late. Her clothes
    were torn as she floated in a pool of
    her own blood, barely breathing,
    hanging on by a thread.
    His eyes were red with rage as he
    looked at the driver through the rear
    mirror. He glances at his briefcase,
    picks it up, places it on his laps and
    flips the latch in one swift move.
    “Its men like you that are the problem
    with this country. We the hardworking
    citizens work tirelessly day and night,
    toil sometimes selflessly, only for
    scumbags like you to come and snatch
    it away. You give excuses, by saying
    life dealt you a shitty hand or you just
    blame it on your corrupt leaders. And
    then you when you’re caught and it’s
    your turn to face the music you all sing
    the same tune, I had no choice… Well
    not today, for today you have an
    option.” He had barely finished his
    sentence as he drove his scalpel into
    the lower rib cage of the driver as a
    cry resembling that of an injured dog
    escaped from his lips. With his hand
    still firmly on the handle, he leaned
    closer and put his lips closer to his ear.
    ” I have just inserted my scalpel into
    your lower ribcage, and if not treated
    quickly your lungs will soon be filled
    with blood and you will be dead in a
    matter of minutes. There is a hospital
    just 10mins away, you may decide to
    go there so that you may receive
    treatment or you can call out to the
    police officer and her team who are
    stationed just outside this vehicle. The
    choice is yours.” And with that, he
    removed the scalpel from victims side,
    the quick release of the blade, caused
    the blood to fall in rapid drips like the
    rain pour outside. The doctor then
    stepped out into the rain as the water
    rinsed the scalpel of any trace of
    blood. He slammed the door as he
    walked steadily towards the entrance
    of the hotel lobby. “Good evening
    doctor,” greeted sergeant Aliyah her
    words covered with the blanket of the
    northern accent.” And how was work
    today”? His soft brown eyes met hers
    and then he smiled and said:
    “fulfilling”. The sound of a Camry
    engine sped off into the rainy night
    with only lighting to illuminate the
    dark city.*

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    ha no body tell em… hahaha agberos

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    You wanted to collect your money back in hundred folds

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    Oh my the Doctor is horrible

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    Like I don’t understand this at all

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    I no understand why did the Doctor take this particular action

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    Hmm so this Doctor no even pay the Driver im money

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    Why would this Doctor transfer the aggression of what happened at his work place to the driver’s body or was it because of the amount of money the Driver charged him?

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