Ibrahim's pov.
"Your card sir?". I hand my atm to the pharmacist who went on with carrying on the transaction for the wheelchair. " Pin". I quickly watched the screen of the machine show approved, indicating my transaction was successful. " Thank you". I was about walking away when I remembered. " When can I get the wheelchair?".
" It will be delivered to your room sir". I nob my head in approval before walking away. On getting close to Ejiro's room, I couldn't help but ponder. What if I walked in and hear them pop the big news. I will have to forever live my life with the guilty it's because of me a child was murdered, that too; by my suppose lover.
I felt the need to protect Ejiro. She deserves justice. Fatima on the other hand is guilty but walking freely, probably Basking at Ejiro pains. Why was life so unfair?. We were taught to never question Allah in his doings but sometimes it feels like Allah needed to answer to us. A lot of questions I needed answers to but got nothing. Alot of prayers which answers are yet to be fulfilled. Sometimes it feels impossible to please Allah. The number of time I prayed and dedicated my life to him, is more than enough for me to live a promising life on earth. No. But fucking no?. It's always one challenge to another.
Alot of children born are suffering for crimes they know not of. Some rubbed the right to life. If such Fate should befall Ejiro. How was I to look that woman on her face ever again?. All that is left in my heart whenever I remember Fatima was nothing but pain or maybe hate. How could she condemned Ejiro to such Fate. Hurting an unborn child because of Greed.
All my life I had struggle to be where I am today and the name I have today but then, I keep facing injustice of being addressed as a bastard because of crimes I knew nothing of. Why was life so unfair to good people?. I can not justify Ejiro's intentions, if the child was really mine or not. But one thing I'm sure of is, Ejiro wanted an identity for that child. What did I give her in return?. Why do I fucking feel is all my fault?. Why?.
I felt like banging my head on the wall like a fool. I don't even stand a chance in politics anymore. By now; all christians most be going on about how bad Muslims were and how they tried killing their sister. Hhaaaaaa Ibrahim. " Excuse!!". I didn't even realize I bumped into something or rather someone.
" Ibrahim!!". A familiar voice I recognized to be Jackson. " Guy where u dey since ( guy where have u been)".
I sighed. Although I appreciate him trying to be a supportive brother but now is not the right time. The guy has bad mouth.
" Omor!. I appreciate you but before you go on about how i failed to manage my women Jackson. I'm not in the right state of mind". What the Media most be saying is killing me already. He chuckled lightly.
" Henry explained" . He pets my shoulder lightly. "I'm going to get food for everybody. You should go in. She needs you". The sound of that made my heart sank. Without wasting time he zoomed off. I didn't even realize I was now in front of Ejiro's room.
I was about walking in when my phone rang. The call ID was the last person I wanted to hear from. Why was Fatima's Dad calling me. Contemplating on what to do and what not too do, I finally picked on the second ring. "Assalamualaikum sir".
" What is this I see and hear all over the internet?"..
" By that you mean?".
" Don't play me boy". His end remained quite so did I till he finally spoke up. " I and my family gave you and your family the biggest support ever. What did you do in return?".
" Sir this situation is behond me".
" I DON'T NOT CARE. Your actions has caused a threat to my and my families reputation and I do not need this as I'm aspirating for a much more better political post". His voice was always so deep and intimidating. It was'nt my fault!!. Probably if he had trained that Fool of a daughter well we would never have reached here. " But we are only here because of your daughters cruelty and inhumanity". This man needs to be told the gospel truth. Blaming others on your inability is another sin to Allah, accepting your mistakes and aturn for repentance is divine. Although I kept calm while speaking I was very much boiling in range.
" I'm giving you three days to set everything right or else-".
" Else what?. The public will say and do whatever they want too. Allah as well as democracy permits them freedom of speech. Who then I'm I?".
" Then give the public a much more better topic to feed on".
"How?". Curious by what he meant. I'm ready to do anything to let the storm blow past us.
" You're dumb as your father". Was that a statement or compliment?. He chuckles lightly in a deep husky tone. " A sudden suicide following the loss of a child". Was this man for real?. He wants me to stain my hands to save a face. He fell into series of laughter thinking he had made a vital point I was buying. " You sure do have a strong gene Mr Erona. I I'm in no doubt that Fatima is your daughter". My tone was no longer calm but showed disgust and anger. He wants me to repay Ejiro with cruelty after she went behond her comfort zone to help me.
" What you're asking of me is a Great sin in the eyes of Allah!!. How can you be so heartless?. How can you forsake the teachings of the prophets and-..".
" Save your lectures for another day Ibrahim". He cuts me with irritation in his voice. " This is politics. It's either you play wise or remain a fool at one spot. Nothing comes for free. Let me remind you that this game is all about winning. You do not gain success for free. Where there is success, there is sacrifice and effort to be made. In politics you put your heart in the back sit and think with your head. I do not need to remind you what happened 3 years ago" he paused before continuing. "I don't not want to drag your family to the mud. 3 days Ibrahim. 3 days else I take laws to my hands and you would not like the outcome. That slut Ejiro doesn't need to be in the picture". Without waiting for my reply he ended the call.
The only thing left on my mind was Ejiro's safety. Mr Erona was not one to threaten, when he meant business he meant business. She needed to be discharged fast and now. I know how cruel and blood tasty this men named politicians are, not even my father was exempted. My dad use to say. " To be worshipped like a loin you most be one ".
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RomanceA Nigerian themed story❤️. He's Muslim. She is a Christian. He's well educated. She is a secondary school drop out. He's a aspiring Governor and is a up coming politician. She's a high graded runz girl. .... Ibrahim Ovie a elected flag bearer of PD...
