On that fateful morning, Dr. Ifeanyi Afa woke up as usual and after saying a short prayers with his little son and wife, he shaved and took his bath. He helped Constance out in the kitchen with the dishes. Ten minutes past seven, he drove his car to his clinic for the normal ward-to-ward check on his patients. He would see his lawyer who was a secondary school mate for the last touch on the lawsuit he was going to file against Polycarp.
His last birthday was only last month when he had clocked 35. He loved his wife and their five-year-old daughter and a son who was 3 years old. The wife is heavy again with a six months pregnancy. He planted a kiss on his wife’s forehead and hugged his son with a kiss before he drove off. His wife waved and stopped, trying to make her son wave as well.
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