All Chapters of Travails of Oluwole: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“I don’t know Madam”, the nurse replied.“What do you mean by you don’t know? Didn’t you hear what he just said?!”, replied Felicia agitated.“It’s possible he might be suffering from acute memory loss due to the head injury he sustained”. Felicia was gum smacked.“Give me a minute Madam. Let me hook up one of our doctors via Skype.”, the nurse said and exited the ward. She returned few minutes back with a laptop in her hands and a live video call session was on-going.Dr. Oghenero was on the other end of the call. He was filling in for Dr. Samuel as his assistant during his one-month leave. Before now, whilst she was away from the ward, Felicia had brief Dr. Oghenero on Wole’s medical history.“How do you feel boy?”“Who are you? Who are you two? I don’t know any of you!”“Calm down, my name is Dr. Oghenero, but you can c

She was 20 by age. She was just a simple girl going about everyday on the streets in search of a job as a maid. She had gone to schools, hospitals and basically anywhere that required the maintenance services of a maid. She wanted to get herself the job even though it seemed menial just so she could settle her fees at the university. That was the point when Ben came into her life, the instrument that the devil had used to destroy her future. She had introduced to Ben by a friend of hers. Immediately she was told of the huge sum of money that was involved in the job, she applied for it. She didnt even put into consideration of how a job as a maid could fetch out such a salary.  The desperation to settle up pending school bills and return as a big girl flooded her thoughts and made her rush into it without having a rethink. Back then she was so filled with joy when she had received the news that she had gotten the job

He woke up the following morning with a nagging headache. He was surprised to see that the T.V was still on and that he had slept off while watching cartoons. He thought of starting the day with some few episodes but the rash headache seemed to disagree with him and denied him the opportunity. He forced himself to get out of bed in order search and to get a remedy. With his head dizzy, he attempted to look at the wall clock behind his bed.  From the quick glance he was able to capture, it read 7:01pm. He got out of his room in a bid to go downstairs.  Carefully, he made his way down the stairs. Looking through the demarcating centralized space of the living room and the kitchen, he could get a very good view of all the various angles of the warehouse. From the view, he could see the house to be more of a hotel than a warehouse. He was not aware that the place he was living in was a warehouse for hard-drugs. He was just in the belie

Everyday, precisely in the early hours Ben would go to a certain place where he would come back with some boxes filled with Charles drugs. It was his responsibility to drop off the proceeds of the other state branches into Charles top class warehouse(where Sam was is currently living in).  That perculiar morning when Ben called Felicia, he informed her that Charles manufacturing houses in Abia state and the one sited in Port Harcourt were in flames.  The regular movement in which all the 6 supervisors would meet at a certain bar and make the exchange. Ben would give the receipt of collection to all the supervisors and in return receive their drug proceeds of the previous day loaded into his truck. This was the continual operation that had been in effect ever since Ben joined the business. Ben was the middle man between the manufacturers and the stockers. Although, he had been seen by the police at several instances, he was able to

To the best of Sams knowledge, at the warehouse everyone acted like they feared his father and they all did everything to make him happy and comfortable. Even if they had not mentioned it to him, the expression they bore while serving him was enough to see fear and loyalty all mixed up in their eyes but they would all stow it away with a smile.  At his tender age he was gifted with the ability to see deep into peoples heart and see them for who they really were and not what they say or what they seemed to be. With this gift of his, he was positive that the two men beside him were not sent by his father and that there was a high possibility that their intentions were not in his best interest.  The fear of not being able to do anything made him silent and hope that he was wrong. Hey you, wake up. The plane has landed, its time we get down, said the rather muscular fellow with a deep voice. &n