OUR WET NIGHT



For many years, the Adekanbi family had enjoyed relative peace. It was not as if bad situations did not spring up occasionally, but it was dealt with accordingly.
However, this peace was disrupted and almost tore the family apart. One rainy night, Vivica, the oldest child of Femi and Tutu Adekanbi woke up screaming. Femi and Tutu rushed to the room of their eighteen- years old budding doctor and found her on the floor in a pool of her blood, unconscious. Tutu let out a scream as Femi covered the distance from the door to where Vivica laid. He placed his fingers on her neck to check for pulse like he had seen on television. He found nothing. He immediately carried her in his arms.
“Leave there Tutu!” he yelled at his crying wife “get me the car keys by the lamp post in the room!” he said, Vivica in his arms and racing to the front door. Tutu rushed into the room, found the car keys, grabbed them and joined her husband outside who had already placed Vivica in the backseat of the family SUV.
On spotting Tutu, he yelled “get the gate and start dialing Pastor Thomas”
“Pastor Thomas or Dr. Bankole?”
“Pastor Thomas!” Femi shouted soaked in the rain. He made for the umbrella under the car seat and handed it over to tutu. She opened it and headed for the gate. Soon, she had opened the gate, Femi drove out, and she locked the gate and joined him in the passenger’s seat.
“Have you dialed Pastor Thomas?” Femi asked Tutu.
“Femi! Think! She has lost blood and she is unconscious! Where is the most logical place you take her to? The hospital! Not the church or the Pastor’s house!”
“Where is your faith? God can do anything!”
Tutu cried out “Femi I believe in God! But you still have to do the right thing. Vivica is unconscious”.
Femi had driven the SUV off the street and was on the major road. He drove very fast and was about turning left.
“What are you doing? The hospital is right! I won’t let you kill my daughter” Tutu shouted, but Femi was adamant, he drove on. Blame it on impulse; Tutu grabbed the steering wheel shouting. The car swerved from left to right and finally crashed into a tree off the road. The bonnet was badly damaged and Femi hit his head so hard on the wheel that he was bleeding uncontrollably. Tutu was hurt and deeply shaken. Few seconds passed for her to fully absorb everything.
When she became fully aware, Femi was drifting away from consciousness and Vivica was on the floor of the car. Her cell phone in her hand, Tutu frantically searched for Pastor Thomas’ number and dialed. It rang, but there was no reply. She walked up to the main road and decided to flag down any car that drove past.
“Hey! Hey! Stop!” she shouted as a blue bus sped past “stop now!” she cried out loud.
Another vehicle approached and she waved it down. The driver was slowing down, but immediately sped off as his headlamp properly highlighted Tutu’s unkempt frame. “Hey! Stop noooow! Oh God!” she placed her two hands on her head and jumped hysterically. Another car approached and she ran to the middle of the road shouting “hey! Stoooop!”
The car slowed down and screeched to a halt. The driver got out of the car puzzled.
“What are you doing here? Ma, do you want to get yourself killed?” the man said and glanced at his wristwatch surreptitiously “it is 12:45am!”
“It’s… my husband…and my…daughter. They are unconscious. Our car just crashed into a tree” she said crying and soaked. She pointed to the direction of the accident “they are over there…please help me…please help us. My daughter is dying”.
“Show me!” he spoke like a superhero.
Tutu led him to the crash scene and with a joint effort was able to get Femi and Vivica out of the damaged SUV. In the man’s car that smelt like detergent, Vivica and Femi were placed in the backseat while Tutu sat in the passenger’s seat beside the driver’s seat. He turned on the ignition, the car rattled and the engine stopped.
“Mr. man…what is it? Sir what is wrong with the car?” Tutu asked frightened.
“The car just needs a little push. Can you attempt to start the car while I push?”
Tutu didn’t reply. She practically pushed him out as she took charge of the driver’s seat. He pushed as she started the engine. The car came alive and soon they were moving. Tutu had started shivering for all along it was raining. The car halted halfway, very close to a fuel station.
“What happened?”
“Fuel… my fuel tank is empty”.
“For real? Crap! Jesus what is happening?” Tutu said so frustrated. She looked at Femi and Vivica. Vivica was so pale and Femi was still bleeding despite the damp cloth she had torn and wrapped around his head to prevent more bleeding. The cloth was no longer white, but dark.
“Aren’t we close to a fuel station?” she asked the man.
“Fuel stations close at 9:00pm and it is a few minutes past one”
Tutu alighted.
“Where are you going?” the man shouted at her. She didn’t listen. She ran to the station and started screaming.
“Hello? Is anybody here? Somebody! Anybody?”
She swept the property in search of any living soul and was about returning to the car when an old man appeared from nowhere. “Hey! Who are you?”
She jolted and spun around in shock. “My…my…name is Tutu…Mrs. Tutu Adekanbi. I’m in need sir. Help me. We need fuel” she said pointing to the direction of the static car. “Our car stopped and I’m taking my husband and daughter to the General hospital. They are bleeding!”
The old man listened and shook his head in pity. He said calmly “the station has closed for the day. I am the security officer here and was deep in sleep before your noise awoke me”
“I’m sorry sir” Tutu said, kneeling. “Help us sir”
“I am not the fuel pump or the manager or the attendant. The station is closed for now. I suggest you leave while I catch some sleep” the old man said and hoped that Tutu would walk away immediately. His hope was dashed in a few seconds as the kneeling Tutu grabbed the old man’s right leg and cried for help.
“Okay! Fine! I will help you! Now leave my leg!” the old man yelled. Tutu released him and she got to her feet. The old man walked into the darkness, to where she assumed was the station’s backyard. He reappeared again with a 5-litres gallon of fuel and gave it to Tutu. She was overjoyed and hugged him tight, making him gasp for breath.
“Thank you sir!”
“Now leave!” he said as she ran to the car.

On getting to the car, the driver attempted to quiz her on how she got the fuel, but she wasn’t willing to disclose anything as she instructed him to fill his tank and drive. He obeyed and soon hit the road.

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