DAY 5
In a hospital, the following day, Mary was weeping profusely beside the bed of his brother. Uche was lying on the bed with his head and chest wrapped in bandages and he was also on drip feed. Uche was hardly breathing. Emeka and Nkechi were also in the ward; Nkechi was looking pale as death and Emeka was deep in thought, looking into empty space.
“Dad, why?” asked Mary, still in tears, as she turned to her father “why were we attacked?”
Emeka avoided the eyes of his daughter and looked down at the hospital floor.
A nurse entered to administer some drugs to the patient and they were all told to leave for the corridor. In the corridor, Emeka saw the doctor coming and rushed forward to accost him.
“How is he doctor?”
“He has lost so much blood, the chances are fifty fifty” replied
