I remember the morning that JiJi woke up to the sad news. I had been sitting by her bedside for more than two nights, watching her almost lifeless body. I was parting the window blinds on the morning of the third day to usher in the sun rays, when I heard her sheets rustle. She had regained consciousness!
I was so excited to see my sister alive that I didn’t even remember to alert the Nurse. I didn’t want to leave her for one second; for fear that she might slip away again. I couldn’t find the words, so I just held her hand and smiled as tears flowed freely down my face. My throat was so dry and my body was shaking from all the emotional exhaustion of praying and hoping.
“Where am I?” JiJi asked as she touched her forehead with her left hand. I was still holding her right hand. One look at it and she noticed that she had a tube flowing with intravenous drip connected to her right hand.
“What’s the meaning of this?” She asked pointing to the hand.
“JiJi, you are at the University Teaching Hospital.” I tried to break the news to her as slowly as I could.
“Hospital?” She muttered trying to figure out how she got there. It seemed her memory was still hazy and so she asked, “what exactly am I doing in a hospital?”
“You were with your boyfriend on a date. Some men attacked you in the middle of the night and you escaped by jumping down the balcony. Do you remember anything thing at all?”
The wave of shame that swept across her face as I narrated the events of that night to her, confirmed to me before she could answer that she was able to recollect what happened to her that night. She looked away from me and asked almost inaudibly, “how did you hear about it and who brought me here?”
“It was your friend Maye who told me what happened. She said she received a phone call that night through your phone, but the caller wasn’t you. It was from one of the staff working at the hotel. Maye’s number was the first on your call history, that’s why they called her. By the time she got to the hotel, the police and emergency response had been alerted. They were lifting you into a stretcher to put you in the ambulance so she had to ride with you. I came as soon as I heard. The most important thing is that you’re alive and well.”
“What about Nelson?” She asked with a start, as she suddenly remembered that he was with her that night.
“Mr. Femai is doing just fine or so the papers say.” I responded dryly as I tried to conceal my anger at the man who had put my sister’s life in danger.
“What do you mean by ‘papers’, Annie?” my sister asked me wide-eyed. “Do you mean this whole gist entered the papers?” She asked with a panic.
“No, not really.” I answered quite confused as to how to much of the truth to tell her. I suddenly wished Mama was here. She always had a way of controlling situations like these. Maye had told me not to tell my parents about JiJi’s ‘little accident’ putting it in her words. She had said there was no need to panic them and that I should tell them my sister was down with malaria and needed me to come over and help her ‘with stuff’, in her own words again.
I got to know how serious the ‘little accident’ was after I had arrived. Just then, Maye walked in and I was more than glad to pass on the burden of explaining to her friend what was going on. Maye quickly signed me to know if I had told JiJi anything. A quick shake of my head in the negative and she braced herself to deal with JiJi. As the two friends hugged, kissed and wept, I slipped away to tell the nurse that my sister had regained consciousness.
Later that evening, after Maye had left, JiJi and I talked about how we were going to break the news to our parents. Maye and the doctor who was treating her had managed to break the news to her. Maye, told her about the drama her escapade had caused on campus, while the doctor told her about the fate of her legs.
On that night when JiJi jumped down the hotel balcony, a guy named Honest Omoje; a 400-level Journalism student who owned a very popular gossip blog called ‘Honest Tafia’ was there. Unfortunately for JiJi, Honest was meeting with a top politician in that hotel to discuss how he could use his blog to promote his campaign, when he witnessed her clandestine activity.
He had taken live photos and videos of her sprawled on the ground and near lifeless just before the emergency team had arrived. Then he had a field day taking more photos of the rescue team at work. Within minutes, the story was up as breaking news on his blog. The headline read: “BREAKING NEWS!!! CAMPUS BIG GIRL ALMOST KILLED AFTER
N10000 HOTEL SEXCAPADE WITH ARISTO.”
Honest saw the money when the police were rummaging through her bag for an ID. He correctly assumed what the money was meant for. Students swarmed on to the site to read the juicy story and shared the photos all over social media. Njideka Obi and her stunt jump off the third floor balcony of Springwood Hotel became a trending topic on Twitter and on campus.
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