7th of December 2021 started like every other day.
Woke up by 2am.
Cleared my notifications.
Made my post for the day.
Prepared and left for work.
If I knew how the day would end, I would have remained in bed all day. I don't know about you, but whenever something bad is about to happen, somehow your instincts try to warn you.
At work, everything went as usual, except a little extra work because we were trying to meet up with the Xmas demands. My workplace had the junior staff section downstairs and senior staff section upstairs which is where i worked. After work, I decided to remain in my office for a while discussing with two of my colleagues. We never knew that there was fire on the mountain downstairs.
Normally, 20 minutes to the closing hour, a loud siren would go off. This is to remind all workers to start logging off and get ready for shut down.
Time Check 4pm I didn't realize that the siren didn't go off, Until Victoria my colleague asked.
"No alarm today?"
"Perhaps We Would Be Working Extra Hours Today."
I replied
"Or maybe the timekeeper slept off."
We were still laughing at this when a junior staff rushed into the office and screamed.
"Kash you are here and your son is about die."
I jerked off my chair and ran down the flight of stairs with maximum speed, with my colleagues right behind me. Elvis wasn't really my son, but in the office he was called my son because we played together a lot.
The sight of The 12year old boy lying lifelessly in the hands of his mother brought Tears running down my cheeks without my permission. I ran closer to him and noticed him fidgeting and struggling to catch his breath. Only the white part of his eyes was visible. I felt a cold chill run through my body.
I WAS SHOCKED. BUT AT THE SAME TIME HOW THINGS PLAYED OUT FROM HERE GOT ME REALLY ANGRY
"Why hasn't he been taken to the hospital?"
I asked surprised.
"No. Don't take him to the hospital."
"He is having convulsion, if he is given injection, he would die."
"Let's take him to my pastor, he is very powerful."
People were bringing different suggestions, which to me were useless. I kept screaming that he should be taken to the hospital.
Meanwhile his father was beating him so hard in different parts of his body, screaming his name loud. At the same time, Using A spoon to force his mouth open.
"Stop that sir! You will only injure him."
I said trying to restrain his father.
"Is he your son? Don't tell me what to do. You don't know what it means to father A son."
I felt bad, but my feelings didn't matter at the moment, I was bent on saving the poor child.
"Bring gbogborishe and rub it in his anus."
"Bring Aboniki balm rub all over his body."
"Bring onions and put in his eyes."
People were still bringing their weird, native suggestions. And time was ticking away. I couldn't take it anymore, I brought my car and with the help of my colleague, we jacked him into the car. Only his parents were allowed into the car. We left for a private hospital.
At the entrance of the hospital, the mother of the boy came down from the car and knelt in the middle of the road crying with both hands lifted.
"God! The first child died, I kept calm. If I lose this one, it means you are wicked."
Bystanders had to intervene and drag her out of the road.
We rushed him to the emergency unit and he was quickly admitted.
Time Check 5pm.
We waited at the reception for the doctors response. The parents lamented their story of how they lost their son earlier This year and how death has been hovering around their family.
Around 11pm he was referred to a Federal hospital. We rushed him to the Federal hospital which is where he is at the time of writing this.
Time check 3pm, 8th December 2021. Poor Elvis still lies unconscious in the hospital bed.
If you see this Pause and say a brief prayer for Elvis because he is still on the BRINK OF DEATH
