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Part 2
My hands were shaking.
My throat became very dry. I could not believe my eyes.
She was just laying there.
Lifeless.
I couldnât think of what to do next. Itâs like I was shaking in place and frozen at the same time.
I wanted to move but I couldnât.
Trust me, it is nothing like in the movies. There was no dramatic music or some crazy rush of blood within me.
I just stood there.
Slowly, I began to come to myself. All of this must have been four to five minutes but it literally felt like a decade.
I suddenly got the urge to sit down on the bathroom floor. My eyes continuing to scan the room.
I began to think,
âWhat happened last night?
Did we get into that big of a fight?
âŠ.why would I shoot my wife?â
I was playing her last words in my head. I started to cry.
The tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.
It was really starting to hit me now.
Lade was gone.
And so was my gun.
Oh shit, my gun!
I wanted to call the police. But I felt like I needed to make sense of everything.
So I ran back to the living room and grabbed my phone.
And dialed my best friend Desmondâs number. He picked up on the second ring.
I lifted the phone to my left ear and said
âD – something crazy just happened.
Come to my house right nowâ
Concerned, he replied
âGuy you good?
Wetin happen?â
I smelled hard and said
âD – abeg get here asap. I need youâ
Even more concerned, he replied
âAight bet. Iâm on my wayâ
I lowered my phone and immediately lifted it up to call the police.
As I began dialing, the unexpected happened.
Lade muttered something
âAkin, help meâ
I was so shocked, I didnât realize the call had gone through.
I quickly canceled it and ran to her.
I knelt down by her side and said
âBabe, are you okay?â
Can you hear me?????
âŠ.Baby, Iâm here. Stay with me⊠Help is comingâ
She was trying to tell me something.
âLade, donât say anything.. I am getting helpâ
I quickly grabbed my phone and called our hospital.
âHello, this is Mr. Olaoluwa, I need an ambulance to 56 Hopeville Crescent, Nikon Estate.
Please hurry, my wife has been badly woundedâ
Yes, I didnât mention how she was wounded because letâs not forget that we were dealing with the Nigerian Police force.
I had to control the narrative.
I sat there with my wife until the ambulance came. I was holding her hand until they rushed in and grabbed her.
As they placed her on the gurney and moved her to the back of the ambulance, I wanted to climb in. They told me not to.
Instead, I was asked to meet them at the hospital.
Distraught, I rushed into the house to change my clothes and grab my car keys.
As I made it into my room, I heard Desmondâs voice call out.
âAkins (my nickname) where you dey?â
âI dey room, my brotherâ
He rushed over and opened the door.
He started saying
âGuy, you good? You got me hella worriedâŠâ
His sentence trailed off when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the blood in the bathroom and the blood-soaked carpet with my footprints.
His face was washed with a mixture of concern and fear as he said
âAkin, what happened?â
I kicked off my shoes and without looking up, I replied
âIâll explain in the carâ
âŠ..
âGuy, thatâs what happenedâŠ
..I still canât even explain itâ
I concluded the story as Desmond drove us to the hospital.
I continued
âLike, all I remember is that I went to the Nkwobi joint and I got a few drinks and I headed home. I donât even remember doing anything else.
I at least remember laying on the couch but that is about it honestly.
Like everything feels like a dream bro, a very bad dream.â
I paused, then I said
ââŠbro, I legit thought she was dead yo. Like I donât even know manâ
Without taking his gaze away from the road, Desmond said
âThis is crazy bro. I donât even know what to say.
Like why would anyone want to hurt Lade? Or you guys?
This shit doesnât make any fucking senseâ
I just shook my head in response, I was still looking for words.
We pulled into the hospital and made our way into the lobby.
The receptionist asked
âHow may I help you?â
I replied
âMy name is Mr OlaOluwa, my wife was just rushed in a little while agoâ
She looked down at her computer and said
âMay I see some identification, please?â
I tapped my pocket instantly to pull my wallet and I remembered I had left it in the car.
âOh itâs in theâŠâ
Before I could finish my sentence, the door opened and our private doctor, Dr. Mensah walked in.
He said
âStella, let him through.â
She smiled sheepishly as I approached the doctor.
He shook my hand and continued
âShe is in surgery already.
The surgeons are hopeful but itâs tricky. She had lost a lot of blood before she made it here.
What really happened?⊠Come over this way, letâs talk in my officeâ
He motioned to Desmond and I.
As we walked to his office, I spoke
âI met her like that this morning doc. I myself donât even know what happened.
I slept on the sofa.
But I donât know, I would have heard if someone had come in while I was sleeping and I remember locking the door. I donât even knowâ
We sat down as the doctor was exploring the options with us when we heard a knock on the door.
He replied and said
âCome in, pleaseâ
The door opened and three policemen let themselves in.
One that appeared to be senior spoke first and said
âWe are here to see Mr. Olaoluwa.â
I turned and said
âYes, thatâs meâ
He continued and said
âMy name is Sergeant Dosunmu from Area 14 Jakande police station. We have some questions regarding the shooting of your wife.
We will like you to come down to our station for some questions and to give a statementâ
I didnât even argue, although Desmond was about to.
I thanked the doctor and said
âDoc, thank you for your help. Please keep me posted.
D- abeg call my lawyer. Tell him to meet me thereâ
âŠ.
The ride to the police station was weird.
I wasnât nervous because I hadnât done anything, I think I was concerned because, like I mentioned before, this was the Nigerian police.
The whole thing could have gone in many different directions.
I just kept thinking about Lade.
As we sat down in the interrogation room, the sergeant first started speaking to me.
He said
âSir, tell us what really happenedâ
I sat up and I said
âI woke up this morning and I noticed my wife in a pool of her own blood.
That is all I rememberâ
The sergeant and the other policeman in the room looked at each other and said
âThat is all you remember?
Donât you live in the same house with your wife?
Did somebody come into your house and shoot her without your knowledge?
Sir, tell us the truth. What really happened?â
Slightly annoyed and confused, I responded
âWhat do you mean?
I just told you everythingâ
The second officer came closer to the table and said
âIf you tell us the truth, we can help you. That is why we are here.
The police is your friendâ
I scoffed and said
âI told you everything. Why would I want to kill my wife?â
The sergeant replied
âMaybe you were cheating on her?
You know how you young men in Lagos are. You cannot stay in one place and keep it in your pants.
Or maybe you fought each other? Or maybe she was the one sleeping around?â
I growled at that statement and postured forward.
Instantly he said
âCalm down jare, we are just doing our jobâ
I took a deep breath and said
âLook, gentlemen, I love my wife. I was not cheating on my wife. We just got married six months ago for crying out loud.
We love each other and we go through things like any couple but why would I want her dead?
Besides if I shot her, wouldnât I have left her to die instead of calling for help?
We had a small fight yesterday but it was over nothing serious. At least not serious enough to shoot somebodyâ
The second officer, I never quite got his name, pounced on my last statement but laughed first and said
âSo you and your wife fought?!
Why did you fight? Money?
You cheated? IDP go tell you, people for this Lagos dey marry and cheat o. â
I was about to answer when the door opened.
My lawyer, Mr. Ezebuike walked in.
He didnât make eye contact with me but he said
âUnless my client is under arrest for something, we are leavingâ
The sergeant said
âNo he is not. He was just telling us how he shot his wife over money.
How much was the money? Let us see your account.â
My lawyer chuckled and said
âBy himself, he is worth over 100 million naira. Not even including what his family owns and what he stands to inherit when his father passes.
Gentlemen, I trust you are doing your job but my client is not a suspect, so we are leaving now.
If you need access to the residence or anything else, please feel free to call me anytime.â
He motioned to me and I stood up.
We walked out of the station.
As we walked towards his car, he did not say anything.
Once we got to the car. He placed his hands on the hood and looked at me.
He said
âI am going to ask you two questions. I trust you will be completely honest with meâ
I nodded and he said
âHow are you and did you shoot your wife?â
I looked at him square in the face and said
âI am still in shock and no, I did not shoot my wifeâ
He didnât say anything else as he lowered himself into his car, then he spoke and said
âWe need to figure out who didâ
âŠ..
Pulling into the hospital, the sun was beginning to set.
I was still able to spot some familiar cars as I made it in.
As my lawyer and I walked into the lobby, Desmond and some notable faces were there.
Ladeâs parents were there along with her younger sister and half-sister.
I approached them and greeted them.
I did not get the slightest sense they thought I would harm their daughter whom they knew I loved so much.
âAkin, how are you holding up?â
Ladeâs father asked me
âChief, I honestly donât know. This is all still a shock to me.
It feels like a dreamâ
He placed his hand on my shoulder and said
âAll will be well.â
That was him in a nutshell. He was never too flustered.
I liked that about him and hoped to be like that one day.
I canât remember what was being said when the doctor and someone who appeared to be a surgeon walked out.
We had been sitting there for about 3 hours.
He approached me and said
âSir, can we speak to you in private please?â
I stood up and said
âItâs okay, these are her parents and siblings. You can tell us what is going onâ
The surgeon spoke and said
âThankfully, we were able to retrieve the bullet fragments lodged inside her.
She is stable although in an induced coma. We expect her to recover. She is very lucky to be alive at all. Especially with the amount of blood she lost and how long she was there.
We also have to check for brain damage due to the lack of oxygen to the brain that may have occurred while she was laying there.
Like I said, she is medically stable and we hope for the best.
But sir, she lost the baby.â
White noise.
All I could hear was air. Like air pressure in a plane.
I sunk to my knees. My eyes welled with tears and I coughed up the words. I asked
âShe was pregnant?â
Her mom, hysterical and in tears jumped in and grabbed me to hold me up, while she said to the doctors
âHe didnât know yetâ
I looked up to her. My eyes filled with tears as I wailed and said
âYou knew?â
She nodded sheepishly.
My heart completely shattered.
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