A little bit over 110km/h wasn’t a normal speed on a single lane road at an odd hour of the day but that wasn’t the problem, the tension in the vehicle was. It was high, skyrocketing, I must say. I could remember the feeling I had, a bizarre; it was that of a vehicle drifting too fast into a sharp bend and I heard the tyres voice out in a screech as they struggled to remain on the asphalt and for a split second they went mute and all I heard was a violent roar of the engine and I felt a new sensation like we were airborne, a loud thud followed. I could feel my internal organs shake like a vibration was sent through every cell in my body and I went blank.
I heard voices difficult for me to
articulate any when I regained consciousness. All my body was numb, I
couldn’t feel myself but I knew I was in motion. I was moving fast with a
lot of people around saying all sort of things and by their tone, I
could tell that all wasn’t right plus I was the topic of the
deliberations, the whole scenario must have overwhelmed me like a dark
cloud, making me drift back into darkness once more.
“Can you hear me? Hello Sir, if you can please move a finger on your left hand”
The sweet feminine voice said as I gradually regain consciousness. My
eyes were heavy but I needed to know what was going on. With a sense of
Delirium, looking Confused, I stared at the unfamiliar faces. The
environment was a familiar sight and I could instantly recognise what it
was. It was an emergency ward of a hospital. I had been in a similar
facility before; that was when Nancy, My Ex girlfriend in the
university, had a complication after an unauthorized abortion but that
isn’t a gist for today. I could hear sounds like beeps from the
equipments in the ward and of course the doctor who was asking me a
question. I could feel my body now so I acknowledged her question by
moving my index finger twice. Then I a split second it dawned on me that
I was with my wife a while ago, something happened and I am here now,
Oh My God, where is she. Just before the doctor could say anything else,
I voiced out a sentence with all the strength I had despite how bad my
chest was aching,
“Where is my wife?”
The doctor’s reaction
wasn’t clear, maybe that didn’t expect me to speak or maybe it was
something else, I couldn’t phantom and that made me very nervous.
(48 hours prior)
It was the 3rd of March, a day to our second wedding anniversary, and I
had just arrived from work. Feeling exhausted, I knocked at that door
of the flat we lived in and I didn’t get any response so I knocked
again; over and over again. ‘At least, she must have heard when I drove
in’ I thought, what’s wrong? I asked myself. Moments later, I heard
footsteps and twist in the lock, as the door swung open behind it was my
Sandra; my wife. She was in tears, looking dejected and frustrated. I
had seen that look before so I didn’t bother asking what happened.
Sobbing intensely she said as she threw herself into my embrace was;
“I shouldn’t have picked her calls Tope, I swear I shouldn’t have”
“I understand, Mama can be a pain in the ass a times, maybe most of the time. I am sorry” I responded.
We had only being married for two and yet my mum was pestering her for a
child, obviously not because she didn’t feel she could have children
but because she was trying to get back at me for marrying someone from
the East; an Igbo girl, against her wish. I on the other felt I was
being punished by God for my past prior the time I met Sandra but Sandra
always ruled out my theory hoping things would change soon but that
very day my mum crossed the line. She told Sandra over the phone that
she was bringing a new wife for me and she will have to live with the
reality of being a first wife in the house. The incident got Sandra
really upset but it was my choice to accept mum’s proposition which was
definitely off the table. So I comforted her and promised to take her
out on a date the following day to make up for that episode she had with
my mum and to celebrate our wedding anniversary, that night, things
didn’t go as planned.
I arrived early at about 6pm to pick her
up for our special date and at around 7pm we were both dressed and
ready to go. I had made a reservation in a wonderful resort at the edge
of the city and since it was Friday we decided that we would be spending
the night and hoping to make a baby in one of their exquisite suites.
So we drove out on a 40mile journey. 10 minutes into the trip, I noticed
Sandra wasn’t laughing at my jokes anymore, she became quiet and
lukewarm at first and suddenly, she asked me with a soft tone; so you
have started chatting with the new bride huh? I was confused at first
and then I remembered that Mum had shared my contact on WhatsApp with
the lady she wanted me to marry as a second wife and I was trying to be
polite so I responded to her messages but I was going to tell Sandra but
not that night, it was supposed to be about us, just the two of us.
With a rather harsh tone she asked again “ Tope, didn’t you hear me?
What is this date about if you already have plans for a replace me?”
I didn’t want to make any wrong statement that could ruin the whole
night so I kept quiet trying to pick the right words to respond because I
knew how Sandra becomes when she is vexed; more reason why I have never
pictured cheating on her besides the fact that I love her more than
life itself. Just before I could respond, she made a terrible statement;
“Hope you have told your Mum that I am not the problem, she should be considering checking her son too”
I knew she didn’t mean it but my Ego got in the way of my reasoning so I
flared up like a volcano. Not quite long, we started exchanging words,
saying a whole lot of things we didn’t mean. I never knew I was going
too fast, I didn’t see that bend; I drifted too fast, and before I could
maintain control of the four runner jeep, it was off the road. We took a
dive for valley down the slope of the main road.
“Where is my wife? Where is Sandra I asked again?”
“Please sir, calm down, your wife is alive, we manage to safe the three
of you but we are hoping for the best concerning you wife, please you
need to rest” the doctor responded.
I had a fracture on my left
femur and I took a hit to the head, the doctors said I was lucky, the
airbag helped. But Sandra didn’t have her seat belt on so she sustained a
head injury and she was in a coma. Once I got better the doctors
allowed me to see her, I would seat beside her bed in her ward everyday
praying and hoping she open those pretty eyes once again. The doctors
said they save three people and that was because Sandra was pregnant and
she didn’t even know it. I wept and prayed and hoped. In that period,
my mum discovered that what we had for each other was more that her
prejudice and bias, she had to pray with me and a lot of friends and
family also joined the train.
Two weeks after the incident, Sandra
regained consciousness, I felt like I got a second chance with her and
this time I was willing to stay and fight for and with her no matter
what. I was happy to have my wife back and not only that, my child was
also on the way. Oh the table turned; a tragedy became a testimony.
Doris, My Daughter, is 3years old today and we are expecting her
younger sibling. Looking at my beautiful daughter and very pregnant but
extremely pretty wife, I can’t but reflex on all I could have lost, and
all that I have gained, that wrong turn on that road that night could
have been my last, I had the opportunity to make the right turn even
after I made the wrong turn.
Thursday, 12 April 2018