Ronke made it through the flight of stairs that
was threatening to be her undoing. The elevator in
this damned hotel decided to fail the very day she
had a reason. She cursed the stupid intuition that
had made her put on this 6 inches high-heeled
shoes. The long weavon she had on her head
caressed her back as she ascended the stairs. She
had on a tube gown which naturally should be a
top. The wine coloured tube gown started just from
the top of her breast to a few inches away from
her bums. She had drawn lots of stares as she
entered the hotel and she hadn’t paid them any
heed, except of course, those who seemed to have
their pockets full.
She reached Room 207 and opened without
“Hello sexy” Chief Rammon breathed, taking in
every line in her body. Ronke did not give any
response; instead, she sat forcefully on the bed,
pulling out the shoes before they did any real
“Chief, I have told you times without number that
I don’t like meeting you in a hotel. Don’t you like
my house?” she spread her arms, disgusted,
adjusting her hair and massaging her feet. She had
to endure pigs like the pot-bellied fat ugly fool
standing in front of her salivating just because she
wanted to keep her finances in the balance. She
had become a sex addict and now, it has become
her business but she would rather restrict it to
young men of her age but finding loaded young men
these days seem to be a tedious task. Old men
however were all over the place, looking for people
to spend their money on only for a couple of
“I am sorry my goddess. Let’s leave that for now,
yeah?” he said rubbing Ronke’s laps. Ronke felt the
urge to throw up as she stared at the despicable
man. She considered standing up and just walking
away but she re-evaluated the money she would be
receiving: two hundred thousand Naira. She nodded
internally. She couldn’t just throw away such
amount of money. It would fill a space, help her
fill up her sitting room bar and also get some of
the tempting clothes she had seen two days ago.
She promised herself that this would be the last
time she does this. The five million naira on the
way should be able to help her set up a
supermarket and live a perfect life.
Kelvin opened his eyes weakly. All the images before
him danced gaily as he struggled to keep his eyes
open. The first thing that finally came into full
view was the sparkling white wall overhead. His
throat felt thick, like he hadn’t used it for days
and he felt boneless and weak. He painfully turned
his stiff neck and what he saw made him know
that he was actually in a hospital. What the hell
was he doing in a hospital? He lifted one of his
arms and saw the needle inserted which supplied
The door opened and a nurse entered. Immediately
she saw his movement, her strides quickened. “Oh…
you are awake, thank God” she sighed. “How are
you feeling sir?”
Kelvin stared at the face of the nurse, deciding
that she is too pretty to resign herself to cleaning
blood and inserting injections into various colour of
buttocks. Her light-complexioned skin glowed under
the white uniform gown she had on. The braid she
made was packed neatly behind, leaving her
stunning; more stunning that the regular mean-
looking witch nurses he was used to seeing. The
sigh of relief took his gaze to her lips and he
continued to stare at them, not really knowing
what to think.
“Sir” Nurse Catherine called, jacking him out of his
reverie. “I said; how are you feeling?”
He breathed, remembering that he was actually in a
hospital and that he had no idea how he landed
here. He closed his eyes painfully. For a sick man,
he should not be fantasizing about a nurse; he
cursed his stupidity. “I feel weak” he croaked out.
Is that my voice? He wondered. “How did I get
here?” he asked.
“You were hit by a car. Relax, let me get the
doctor” she said and was out of the room in a
flash. Kelvin found himself staring at her departing
figure, hoping that her back was as good as her
front. He cursed himself for the second time. He
could not remember anything about being hit by a
car or anything related to it. The only thing in his
brain was white room, electronic gadgets beeping
and a stunning nurse.
Kelvin mentally shook his head. His life is already
in ruins. He wanted to stand up and leave this bed
that made him feel like it was part of his body but
the drip in his hand would be interrupted; he
didn’t even think that he would be able to stand
A doctor and the pretty nurse came into the room
and the doctor towered over him with a faint
smile. “I am happy you have finally come around
sir” he said immediately, checking his hand, eyes
and the drip. He said a few things to the nurse
who jotted down, displaying her slim fingers.
‘Get a hold of yourself idiot’ Kelvin rebuked
himself, taking his eyes away from the nurse. The
first thing that his eyes saw was the tag on the
doctor’s white suit. ‘Doctor Felix’. That must be
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the name of the doctor, he thought. For some
strange reason, he continued to stare at the tag,
thinking he had seen it somewhere. Just then, his
eyes caught the inscription on the tag beneath the
name – ‘BRH’. Best Results… “What” he yelled,
causing the doctor and the nurse jump, frightened.
“What is wrong sir?” the doctor was checking
kelvin’s temperature, trying to fathom the reason
for the exclamation.
“What am I doing here” he yelled, a bit lower than
before. He did not have as much strength as he had
The nurse stared at Kelvin, thinking that something
was definitely wrong with him because he had
asked that question before and she had answered.
‘You were involved in an-” the doctor was saying.
“No. I mean, what am I doing in Best Results
Hospital?” he started at the gown of the nurse. If
he hadn’t been too preoccupied with nonsense, he
would have noticed the tag on the top of her
breast. ‘Nurse Catherine’. Perfect name, he
The doctor looked at him, not really knowing how
to answer. “You were rushed here” he finally said.
Kelvin hoped it was not totally bad, so he decided
to ask the determinant question. “Does Richard
know that I am here?” It is possible he does not,
the hospital is very big, he thought.
“You mean Mr. Branson” he asked smiling softly.
“Of course he knows. He was the one that treated
you, in fact, he is…”
Kelvin blanched. “He what?” he yelled.
I felt nervous. Very nervous. I stood in front of
the mirror adjusting every adjustable. It had been
wonderful ever since I found out I was pregnant. I
spent each passing day happy, knowing that a life
is growing in me. Richard made my days fun and
exciting with his numerous pampering. After I had
sent that message over a week ago, he had replied
albeit an hour later, explaining how he had been
thinking the same thing. He said he might have
forgotten to wash some parts of my body and that
he was on his way. He came almost immediately he
sent it and the rest is history. I leave you to your
Everyday had been spent at home – something that
became increasingly frustrating but the joy of
being an expectant mother held me back. I spent
everyday day-dreaming about the child I would have
in less than nine months; watching movies and
sleeping. I did not do much of sleeping though.
Richard’s plan to stay at home with me for as long
as I was ill was thwarted when the hospital
received emergency patients. An entire family had
been involved in an accident and had been rushed to
the hospital. Richard had had to spend days in the
hospital, personally monitoring the patients, even
though it was not his job to heal; God does the
healing. Knowing this, it is permanently a custom
in BRH to have a general prayer of staff members,
7 am every morning. They pray for all the patients
in the hospital and also those that might be
brought in. Richard had spent more than a week,
ensuring that the patients are stable and recovering
and now wants to make up for his absence.
I was standing in front of the mirror in a chiffon
purple mini dress, a silver shoe and purse. I looked
exceedingly dashing but I was still looking for
question marks. I was as nervous as a teenager
going to her first date. I heard him drive in and
my heart skipped. Am I the only married woman
who still feels very nervous when expecting her
husband after close to three years of marriage?
I stepped out of the room and stood a few steps
from the door. He opened and entered. Even after
working for hours, he still looked gorgeous. I let
out a slow breath as he turned. He froze
immediately he saw me. My heart was racing.
“Welcome” I managed to whisper.
“Urh… ehm…” he stuttered, slowly tracing every
bit of me with his eyes. I became more nervous
and started playing with my fingers. *coughs*
“You look… erm… you look ravishing” he finally
breathed. He looked at me again. “That is an
understatement” he muttered under his breath.
Seeing his speechless state, I finally summoned
courage. I walked gingerly towards him and his
arms circled my waist, unconsciously. I placed a
kiss on his cheeks.
“Do we still have our date?” I whispered into his
ear, making him more nervous with my closeness.
“You bet we do” he responded. He stepped back.
“Shall we?” he asked, bowing slightly and
presenting his arm like a knight in shinning
I placed my arm against in his elbow. “Definitely”
Oyinade moved from one end of the sitting room to
the other, deep in thought. It is just two days to
the deadline she was given by Ronke and she hadn’t
even come up with two million naira, not to
mention Five. She had slept with highly influential
people but they hadn’t been able to give her much.
She resented Belina for being a stumbling block but
she would deal with her later; she needed to solve
a problem. She had thought Ronke was bluffing
until she sent her some proof which could
definitely incriminate her. The pressure was making
her go lean. She sat down with a thud, finally
accepting to do the only thing that came to her
mind as the solution to this crisis.
She picked her phone and dialed a number. It was
answered after the second ring.
“Hello Tikes… it is Oyin… you don’t know Oyin
again?… Ok, there is something I need you to do