A DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS

Loud wails filled the whole ward. The wailings and lamentations shook
the vast premises of Saint Vinci hospital. For the first time in his
over twenty five years career, Doctor Ajulo was visibly shaken. He had
tried in vain to salvage the situation. He threw all his long years of
medical expertise into the case but it all proved abortive.
Mr. Kokosari gnashed his teeth and shook his head muttering
incomprehensible words to no one in particular. His wife was held down
by a combined team of sympathizers and nurses as she wailed and
threatened to jump from the third floor of the hospital building where
the ward was located. On this 26Th day of December, it was bedlam
within the premises of Saint Vinci hospital.
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Ladi was in high spirits as he shared banters with his friends on
Christmas day. They were about half a dozen on the round table at the
Rose Relaxation Spot [RRS] tucked somewhere within the deep recesses
of town.
Indeed Ladi had every cause to be excited; This was the first
Christmas he was celebrating as an employed person. He had just landed
his dream job as a system engineer with a multinational company after
about three years of search. He had called out his friends for a
celebration. They were all in high spirits as they wined, dined and
danced to the music coming out from the disc jockey’s juke box.
Close to their table was another group of four young males. They were
also seated on a round table wining and dining. Suddenly Ladi got up
from his table. Either out of excitement or as result of the number
ofdrinks he had taken. He sauntered in an uncoordinated manner to the
gents only to spill the bottle of drink on the table of four close to
his. One of the group of four who was also presumably drunk got up and
asked Ladi to take things easy.
“Paaa!” The sound resonated loudly as Ladi slapped him hard on the
face. And just as it started a fight ensued between the duo.
“You bastard!” Ladi cursed after they were separated.
The other boy was bleeding and badly beaten, but curiously did not
utter a word. He signaled to his friends on the table and they filed
out of the arena without saying anything to anyone. Ladi continued to
curse as he was being pacified by his friends.
“Stupid son of a bastard!”
“I Oladipupo Kokosari I will show you the stuff I am made off!” he
continued to rant as his friends tried to pacify him.
*
*                                            *
Ladi woke up with a slight headache at about 10am. He had drank
heavily the night before at the RRS. He also remembered the fight he
had last night, and he smiled with satisfaction. As he remembered how
he dealt with his traducer.
“I am a true son of my father” he muttered to himself.
He got up from the bed, brushed his teeth and put on his trousers as
he made to go and purchase the days daily from the vendor across the
road.
“Yes that is him coming out” one of the boys in the parked, black jeep
car muttered out
“Are you sure?” asked the boy at the steering wheel
“That’s him” said the heavily bandaged boy seating close to the one at
the steering wheel
“I can’t miss him in a crowd… so get set”
They started the ignition to the car, and just as Ladi made to cross
the road the jeep moved with a blinding speed and hit him. He fell
down wriggling and gasping. The car reversed and ran over him again as
it sped away dangerously in a flash of light. Blood splattered
everywhere and broken limbs dangled precariously. As the few people on
the street where so shocked and frightened to comprehend what was
happening talk more of apprehending the assailants.
THE END
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