'What do you mean? Even when I was watching you in St. Nicholas hospital ward, you were quite fine though unconscious. So if you were dead, how come you are here now? 'Hmmm?'
Ijey couldn't understand any of what Ayanna was saying.
'We will be talking for a long while babe, so relax. Even after here, we will meet at my place and continue till I have brought you up to speed. That accident 5years ago was arranged by my step mum and her daughter, Ruth. They were behind that freak accident and you know the animosity within my family already. Who would have known that they would make a move on my life?'
Ayanna now had a pained expression on her face. One could easily deduce how much pain she has already endured.
'Then she opened her mouth started narrating how it all happened, On my way to school from our hostel, as usual I had picked a cab so as to reach our agreed place of meeting in one of the halls for the project we were building for that company. Do you remember? I mean Jawil A. Enterprise that offered us 15 million right ?'
'Yeah, I remember,' Ijey responded.
I was going through my sketches once seated in the cab having giving my destination to the cabman. I didn't know the cab guy left the school and drove to the highway because I was so engrossed in the sketches submitted for the new project. I only felt something was not right when I started hearing speeding vehicles in school environment? no, something was wrong.
On looking up, I was shocked. "Driver, what's happening?" I asked him. 'My voice was a little high pitched. Instead of replying, I heard the locks clicking shut. I knew something was up so I asked again and he said I should go and rest now and let legitimate children shine. He said this was my graduation gift from Mrs Jeff Mo so ...rest in peace, beautiful. He then jumped out and ran the car under a truck. That was how some good Samaritans picked me from high way 9 and took me to St. Nicholas hospital where I under went series of surgeries which thankfully were successful. Although I didn't come out of coma, the head injuries and internal damages were arrested.
One thing with being a coma patient is you can hear the people around, sense them. You struggle hard to reach them but the maze is exhausting. Babes, I knew you were there. You slept on the chair near my bed or on the couch in one corner of my hospital room and told me everything going on from how my step sister and step mum abandoned me to how you had to use our money to pay my bills. Wow! You never gave up on me.'