REBORN - 4

With the new motorcycle, I passed across traffic police waving at them. No one dared to stop me. The motorcycle appearance answered all their questions. I reached my destination three minutes before the planned time. It was cool being early for a wise man once said, the early the better.  I managed to have a good view of the hotel, in fact, It wasn’t such a big hotel though it was a place any man could wish to be.

I started enjoying the view more than concentrating on my watch for at least the view paused some rough moments and thoughts inside me. It was the speedy motorcycle heading towards me that brought back my thoughts. I immediately glanced at my watch, and it was time I received the package.

By the time I realized that the speedy motorcycle parked besides me and a heavy black safari bag was handed to me with an escort of three words.

         “Drive, drive, drive”

I had questions, but the man had already gone. I was alone, alone with a heavy package I didn’t know what it contained. My mind was confused with the speedy motorcyclists. How comes he looked just like I did! I mean he had the same height and cloth as I did, the motorcycle he drove was also similar to mine, even the plate number resembled.

     “Something isn’t right here, why would he dress just like me!”

How stupid I was to stand there and ask myself these important questions because after a minute I started hearing sounds of police sirens approaching. With all that had happened, the only thing in my mind was the words “Drive, drive, drive”

At first, I wasn’t sure that it was me that was being chased, but after a few minutes, I came to realize that three police cars were behind me, and they were all fast and furious. This had turned serious because now I had two lives to save, Abby’s and mine. I had surely seen an AK before but never seen one pointed at me.    

I don’t know why the man chose me for the mission, but if there was a thing I was sure of, is that I was a pretty good motorcyclists, especially with a right motorcycle, and in that moment the motorcycle seemed more than fine. I drove, drove, and drove until I kept hearing the sirens from afar.

I arrived at the orphanage much earlier than the police, finding a man standing at the gate. He signed me to stop, and when I did, he handed me over another safari bag though much lighter than the one I had. I opened the bag and saw some cash. I had no time to count but they seemed pretty much enough for Abby’s therapy. I smiled with my helmet on and handed him the heavy safari bag I had. The only reply I got was “drive”.

I had to do so, for the sirens sounded much closer now. I started the chase race. I didn’t care about anything. I only imagined handing over the cash to the Abby’s doctor and enter Abby’s ward with a smile of a responsible and loving father.

I arrived at the hospital, parked near the entrance and rushed inside.

     “ Suleiman…..” The gorgeous nurse at the reception called me while standing up as soon as I entered the hospital in a rush.

       “I’ll be back honey,” I replied while running towards Abby’s ward.

They say that life is like a flower, it can make you water it day and night and when it starts nourishing a heavy rain comes and washes it away.

I had only a few steps ahead of Abby’s ward when the door opened and I saw a nurse coming out of Abby’s ward with a wheal bed with a little body covered up a white bed sheet. Immediately my legs lost its stamina and I couldn’t run nor walk anymore. The smile I had also vanished. I had this confused and disbelief look. What more proof did I need? I knew my baby girl’s height, and the way they covered her body reminded me of the day my late wife passed away.

No part of my body had the courage to move, not even my eyes, they were wide open in disbelief. My hands had no more energy to hold the black safari bag. It fell down.

While still staring at Abby’s body being rolled away, her doctor came out of the room too. Our eyes met, and I still remember the look on his face when mummed the words, “I am sorry Suleiman”

With such a confirmation, my body couldn’t take it anymore. I knelt down with tears rolling out of my eyes just to hear the words, “Hands up……put your hands on the back of your neck.”

I knew it was the police and they were talking to me, but how could I? The only thing that kept me going, had gone away.

What followed next is hard to explain, all I know is everything turned dark and I was down lying on the hospital floor with my breath heavy as a dying bull.   


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