It looked as if there was light at the
tunnel because, my web design was gradually picking up even though the
money being offered was pretty low. But
I felt it was encouraging. I was becoming
popular with the work and small
organizations were still coming to me for
their website management. Few months later after I had finished my
first semester exams in my Final non
graduating (FNG) level, I travelled to
Lagos for a one week internship
program on Information technology.
Accommodation and logistics were taken care of by the organizers of the
program. Two days of the start of the
program, one of our house keepers
called to tell me that my mom was in the
hospital. “What happened?” I asked. She
said my mom was bitten by a snake in her shop. “Chaiiiii.” I called my mom to
know how it really happened. She said
she doesn’t know how snake got inside
her office at the shop. The snake bit her
left leg. But she said the doctors were
treating her at the hospital. I really felt for her.
After the internship program,
immediately I took my certificate of
attendance, I rushed back to Ilorin.
When I got home, my mom said she was
gradually recovering from the pains of the snake bite. Because of the signs I
saw, I was happy and encouraged by
the health development.
As time went on, I and my mom realized
the wound from the snake bite were not
healing. We went back to the hospital. The doctors couldn’t diagnose her of
any ailment. As time went on she started
complaining about leg pains. Days and
weeks pass and it was getting worse.
The leg got swollen. We would go to the
hospital, doctors would carry out tests on her and the leg but they won’t
discover anything. We were losing much
money going to hospitals. I was
becoming restless. “My second
semester exams were fast approaching.
I never even get time to read.” Days later, I decided to take my mom to
a good private hospital in Lagos which
was referred to us by one of her friends.
We left for Lagos in a chattered car.
When we got to the clinic, medical tests
and scan were conducted on her. The doctors said the problem of the wound
was an infection. It would require a
surgery which would cost us N145,000.
“Hmmm.” “Since I still had up to
N475,000 in my account. Some jobs I
had done, the clients were ye to pay me.” I asked the doctor to carry on with
the surgery. But the doctor said we had
to deposit N85,000 before anything can
start and they have to admit her for one
week at the hospital for some treatments
which would help prepare her for the surgery.
So I had to leave my mom at the hospital
on admission. I went back to Ilorin to get
some of her clothes and some other
stuffs she would need. I went back to
Lgaos with one of the house keepers leaving the other two behind to take care
of the house and other things.
When I got back to Lagos, I paid
N170,000 for the surgery, drugs, bed
space and other stuff.
The surgery was carried out and the area of the wound was bandaged. After
a week later, it was loosened and we
were told that she can be discharged.
During all those processes in the
hospital, we were regularly
communicating with the house keepers on phone. My mom also communicated
more often with her sales girls.
After the surgery, the medical team at
the hospital asked us to be coming for
medical check-ups regularly. After the
discharge, I called the house keepers to inform them that we were coming back
home, that they should prepare very
sumptuous meals before we get back.
We went back home straight to Ilorin.
When we got to Ilorin, our house on
chattered car. The door to our house was not locked with keys. We entered
the compound and into the sitting room, it
looked deserted. My mom called on the
house keepers and no one was
answering. The one with us went to their
room because they share the same room. “I wondered were the 2
housekeepers had gone to, or maybe
they are sleeping,” I thought to myself.
Na so the housekeeper wey go check
their room upstairs rushed back to us.
She said she couldn’t find the other girl’s belongings in their room. We rushed to
their room. All their bags were gone. “E
be like say those girls done run oo.” “But
I spoke with them on phone na that
morning.” One of them picked my call
and said they were waiting for us when I told her we were on our way.
“Why were they running?”
I took my phone and dialed their both
numbers and it was saying “switched
off.” “Kaiii, or has any bad thing happened to them?”
As I was wondering, “Yay, owo me,” my
mom screamed “her money.” She
rushed to her room where she said she
kept some money. I followed her to her
room only to discover that the N50,000 she kept inside her table locker had
disappeared. Immediately, my mom
called the contacts of her friends who
linked her up with the house keepers to
update them of what was going on. As
we were busy thinking and wondering what was really going on, there was a
knock on the door. I rushed down stairs
to check. It was one of the neighbours
who came to greet my mom. Na from
there other neighbours begin come greet
my mama. Na there we ask if they had seen the other two housekeepers and
they said they hadn’t. One of them said
she thought all of us were at the hospital
together. Na so I tell them say na only
one them we carry and left the rest two.
Two of the neighbours confirmed that they saw the two other housekeepers 3
days back and since then, our house
had been locked. Na so we open up to
them say we just dey come in and we
never see them oo and the money wey
my mama keep, them don carry am run away.
A week gone and we hadn’t heard
anything from our two house keepers. It
was glaring that they had ran away. My
mom contacted the people that brought
the girls for her to inform and update them on the issue. We even reported the
matter to the police sef.
Few weeks later after forgetting the
money that the house keepers stole. We
had to try if we could locate were they
were and we couldn’t. The people who brought them to my mom said they can’t
pay the money. “And my mom’s
business, Provision supermarket was no
longer doing too well. The web design
business wasn’t moving again. Some
organizations I help manage and maintain their websites were terminating
my contracts with them. Clients are
longer coming.” It just looked as if things
were just wrong in my family. To make
matters worse, my mom’s wound on her
leg that looked as if it was healing resurfaced again. Infact it started
bringing out water which was smelling.
The hospital we had the surgery in
Lagos, we went back couple of times
and they said the only thing was to
amputate the leg from knee down which I felt was not possible. I rejected the
advice but other hospitals we went to still
said the same thing, “to amputate it.”
And that if not, the infection would
spread. All that made me weak that I
began weeping as one of the doctors at one of the hospitals we went was
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