Written by A story written by Victor Peter (firstname.lastname@example.org)… If you missed part Forty Six, read it HERE!!!
I tumbled from where I was to the other side of the bus.
Blood was gushing from my head. After some minutes, the robbers opened the backdoor, they were speaking pidgin English and laughing.
From the look of things, it wasn’t because it was our unlucky day, they had been planning this for a long time.
“Don’t waste our time, where is the money?” one of them asked.
“What money?” the staff replied.
The biggest of them laughed, and wiped his mouth with his hand, in a devilish way.
“You no get Money abi?” he asked.
“Yes!” we’ve already taken the money to bank, the staff replied.
They all laughed.
The staff was looking up at them, Fear written all over his face.
One of them brought out a pistol,squatted and pointed it at him.
“What does the bible say about people who lie?” he asked.
“I can’t hear you!” he said, leaning close him, with his right ears.
“They shall….they shall, have their place in the lake of fire” he replied, stammering all through.
The robber laughed. “Say hi to the devil for me, he stretched and shot the Staff”
He shot him in the forehead.
I looked around, I was the only one awake.
They came over to where I was.
He squatted, just like he did to the staff.
“Where is the money?” he asked.
“It’s in the black bag, in the front seat”
I replied, almost immediately.
They all laughed.
“This one get sense!” one of the robbers said.
“You see that guy” he asked, pointing to the lifeless body of the staff.
“I nodded in reply”
“He’s a fool! We know where the money was all along. But he was trying to be smart”
He stretched, went to the front, got the bag, opened it and they cheered, when they saw the huge sum.
They began whispering, but I could actually hear them.
“No survivors, one of them said”
And they came to an agreement to kill us all.
The same guy who shot the staff, approached me and pointed the gun at me.
“Please don’t shoot me, I begged, tears rolling down my eyes. I was very scared”
He squatted again.
“Complete this Bible verse, He who wants to save his life shall…?”
I knew that verse very well, what I also knew was, after completing it, he would shoot me.
“I don’t remember the verse” I replied
He became upset
“But the verse I remember is, Follow all men with peace and holiness, without which, no man shall see God”
He smiled a little, then it turned into laughter.
They all laughed.
“Hebrews 12:14, I like this one,” he said, turning to look at his gang.
“He glanced at me for a second, opened the bag, brought out a one thousand naira note, and tossed it to me, treat yourself with that” he said mockingly and they left.
I began crying and shedding tears, I was this close to death.
“Gla… Gladys!” I managed to scream out, but I wasn’t loud enough.
We weren’t in an Isolated place, but no one came to our rescue.
There was pain all over my body. And in that state, I only thought about two people.
Sandra and my Family.
I struggled to stand up, but my right leg wasn’t even moving.
I brought out my phone, to make a call, but it was shattered.
It is still the longest night of my entire life, I prayed and hoped for help, but none was coming.
I later fell into a deep sleep, and had a dream, and in the dream, it was my funeral, I was in a coffin. My mum was crying, Sandra, Ibro, Drake, Amarachi and even her Ex boyfriend was there too, they were all weeping and wailing.
I was hitting the coffin to tell them I was awake, but they didn’t hear me, they continued crying.
My mum rolled on the ground, crying helplessly.
“First it was my husband, now my son” she said, placing both her hands on her head.
“God why me?why me? Jeff please come back to me”
I began hitting the coffin, harder, banging it with all my strength. I instantly woke up. My hand was bleeding, I had been hitting the bus all along.
At about, 6am the following day, people began gathering round the bus, with arms folded, some of them peeping inside.
I eventually heard a familiar voice, it was Mr Johnson.
He was terrified, we were placed in different cars, I managed to see my colleagues, they were still unconscious.
I was taken to the hospital, and that is the last thing I remember.
I woke up, my head was bandaged, my leg was bandaged, too and hanging in the air.
I saw about five people sitting around me.
“He’s awake!” Sandra screamed. They all moved closer.
My mum hugged me tight, not letting me go.
Jennifer was there along with Ibro and Drake.
I was still feeling pains, all around my body.
“Mum, how were you able to travel overnight” I asked.
She wiped the tears off her face and smiled.
“You’ve been out for two weeks” she said
“two weeks?” I asked
My mum, excused us, soon as my mum locked the door behind her. Sandra leaned forward and kissed me.
“Hey, i don’t think I’ve brushed my teeth in two weeks”
Jennifer and Sandra laughed.
My mum, later came back and sat close to me.
Something frightening happened.
We were still sitting and having little talks.
Yemi came in, she rushed to the bed, placed her hand on my cheek. In the presence of everyone
“Oh Jeff, am so sorry” she said
“Jeff, who is this?” Sandra asked, everyone listened for my reply, with keen attention.
To Be Continued….