ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) Final Episode

ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY)

FINAL EPISODE

Nurse Osas with tears in her eyes and a smile decided to look at her killers before she dies. The blind fold was removed from her eyes and the first person she looked upon was masked rogue who was unmasked this time. She gasped.

“Peter!”

“Who is Peter?” Groundnut chewing fellow asked looking at his other colleague.

“Maybe she’s just trying to buy more time by creating attention.” His colleague replied.

There was a minute pause.

“Do your job fool!” HE shouted from behind then everything sprung to action.

They bound her waist down to the board, she looked around as she prayed, the HE was no other but doctor. “What?!” She thought bitterly. She tried not to believe Itohan's story but sadly it was true.

Blood splashed as he slit her throat and separated Nurse Osas head from her body .

Sirens, noise, men, guns showed up in a flash. They were rounded up by the police. Someone left his duty post to bring tools.

In the conference hall, eager hearts and mind waited patiently on the speaker, people from all ages and walks of life listened to the story of the speaker.

“That was how Nurse Osas died just to save me. How? You may ask. We had a plan whereby I was to travel to meet her sister and hide there for a while. I decided to leave 2 days earlier prior to our agreed time. She knew where I was but she kept mute even in the face of death, just to save me from the pimp, the tormentor, who infected me and used me against his enemies”. Itohan paused, took a face towel from the podium and dabbed her eyes.

“I... I... Have...” She took a deep breath as her voice began to change in pitch and intensity tending towards being croaky.

“I have decided” She sounded firm “To reach out to ladies like me who find themselves trapped without remedy. JESUS can help you, Jesus can save you. He saved me and He can do same for you...”

In the dark corners of a cell, a silhouette is seen pacing briskly. Tense music plays and light fades. .

THE END😀😣

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