Murder At St. Lucas Hospital 13

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Chapter 10


Veronica was in her office two days later, going over some paper work when she heard a commotion outside. She rushed out to the reception and ran into a group of policemen marching into the hospital fully armed. Her staff at the reception were staring at the group of about 10 men, too afraid to ask them their mission.

“What is going on here?” she asked them, arms akimbo.

“Are you Dr. Veronica Metu?” one of them asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“You are under arrest for the murder of Master Edet Ebiowei,” the man said.

He signalled his men and two of them stepped forward to hold her by both arms.

“What is the meaning of this? I am not going anywhere till I speak to my lawyer,” she shouted. “Let go of me.”

“You can call him at the station,” the man barked at his men to lead her to their van which was oarked outside.

She kept protesting but they didn’t pay her any attention. In the parking lot, she pleaded to be allowed to get her phone but they opened the door, about to shove her in. Suddenly, a ford explorer pulled into the lot. Veronica saw that it was Jeff driving so she shouted as loud as she could.

“Jeff! Jeff!”

He got out of his car without turning off the engine and accosted the policemen.

“What is the problem, officers?” he asked.

They attempted to wave him off in order to push her into their van but he stood before them such that they could not.

“I would like to know her offence, ” he insisted.

“She is under arrest for murder,” their leader replied.

At that moment, his brother, Isaac got down from Jeff’s car. He had stayed back to turn off the ignition and lock the car. Bringing out his ID car as he was not wearing his uniform, he held it up as he approached.

“Superintendent Isaac Kalu. May I know who ordered the arrest of this lady and why?” he said.

The men hesitated, obviously thrown. Their instruction was to whisk her away without allowing her to make any call or alerting her lawyer. Already, they had lost that element of surprise. Now, a senior officer was involving himself. They all saluted smartly, as they acknowledged him.

“Our D.P.O Sup. Jang did. She is to be charged with murder,” the most senior of them said.

“Do you know who she is?” Isaac asked.

“She is a murderer, sir, “one of them replied.

“Will you shut that your foolish mouth!” Isaac scolded him. “My personal doctor? Something is wrong with you.”

Jeff shook his head without making a comment.

“Doc, what exactly is going on?” Isaac asked her.

“About 2 months ago, I rescued a boy who was hit by a motorcycle. I brought him here and footed the bill for his surgery and admission over 2 weeks. One morning, I came to work and found him dead. We have been in a legal tussle with his folks who want us to pay N10, 000, 000 to them as compensation even though there is no proof of negligence or wrongful death. I don’t know why they decided to arrest me when I was not on duty at the time he died. I only discovered his corpse,” she narrated.

Jeff let out the breath he had been holding as all sorts of thoughts had been on his mind as he wondered how the girl he had fallen in love with had come to be under arrest for murder. His brother took a glance at him and cleared his throat.

“I will follow you to the station. She rides in my car. One of you can get in with us. When I meet with your boss, we will settle this issue, ” he decided.

Veronica’s knees crumbled with relief. She sank into Jeff’s strong arms so she did not fall to the floor. She was so relieved that God had sent angels to rescue her from shame. The most senior of the policemen agreed and followed Isaac to Jeff’s car. He had already given the command for his men to get into their van and follow them. Jeff squeezed Veronica’s hand to reassure her as they headed to his car. Isaac had left his own car in Jeff’s office so they could drive in one car to the hospital.

In the car, she and Jeff sat in front while Isaac sat behind with the officer. Isaac immediately obtained the phone numbers of Sgt. Victor, Sup. Jang and all those involved in the whole saga. Veronica did not have her phone so they called the hospital receptionist to alert Barr. Obi. Also, the receptionist got Veronica’s phone and sent his number to Isaac. Isaac immediately began to work his contacts. He did not know Jang personally but he learned from everyone he called that he was a greedy and corrupt fellow. They all warned him to tread carefully as Jang was the sort of man who could go to any length to get what he wanted. He called the Assistant Inspector General of police (AIG), who was a personal friend and asked him for his help. The man asked him to call back after speaking to Jang so that he would know exactly how to intervene.

Veronica tried to keep calm by praying in the spirit on the way to the station. Jeff sensed the turmoil she was going through and did not try to engage her in a conversation. He was prepared to fight for her. The injustice of her arrest was all too glaring and he knew how easy it was for the innocent to be implicated in criminal cases and to even go on to pay for crimes they did not commit. There was no way he was going to let anyone put his ‘girl’ behind bars.

“No way,” he thought. “We haven’t even gone on our 1st date. I will fight like a wounded bear. It can’t happen!”




Barr. Obi got the call he had never hoped to receive. It was Isaac telling him that Veronica had been arrested and was on her way to the police station. He was so angry that he felt like smashing something. Instead, he got his things in order and ran to his car, planning to call Barr. Kola on the drive to the station. He had to find out why he abandoned their negotiations to go and arrest his client. As his driver sped towards the police station, he dialled the number.

“Hello, my learned colleague, what’s this I hear?,” he asked when he answered the call.

“Good day, sir. Is there any problem?”

“My client was just arrested without any warning. In fact, I heard they surrounded the hospital in a commando style and tried to whisk her away without allowing her to call me. Why? ”

“I am honestly unaware of this development, sir!”

“Your client is asking for trouble and he is going to get it. The deal is off the table. See you in court!”

“Very well.”

“And I want you to know that you will not receive even a dime from us. Neither will you be paid by your client because I am pretty sure they had hoped to pay you from the compensation money. Goodbye! ”

He ended the call without waiting for a reply and put a call through to 2 of his associates who were in a court close to the station, asking them to meet him. Then he began to make frantic calls to every person of influence he knew; Commissioners, Senators, Heads of government parastatals, even traditional rulers. A few of them were unable to take their calls, some others promised to assist him by mounting pressure on Jang to call off his goons. The personal assistant (PA) of one minister asked him to pay N1, 000, 000 into his account if he wanted him to prevail on his boss on his behalf. Barr. Obi made a hissing sound before ending the call.

“Imagine the effontery! Come and take 1 million naira,” he muttered as he dialled the next number.




At the station, Jeff held on to Veronica’s hand as they walked into the station. His brother and the officer were ahead of them, discussing. The junior officers had arrived in their van and were standing around, awaiting instructions. Jeff had collected the numbers of Veronica’s parents, siblings, and that of Toyin. She wanted him to be able to keep them informed of the goings-on. Just before they entered the station, he stopped her and bent to whisper into her ear.

“Veronica, I am giving you my word that I will not let you come to harm. Rather than watch you get incarcerated, I will offer myself to them. Hold up your head. It’s going to be alright,” he assured her.

“Thank you, Jeff. I am already in your debt,” she whispered, barely holding back tears.

“I’m here for you. Don’t worry about a thing, ” he reiterated.

She nodded because they were already inside.



Veronica’s parents received a call from Barr. Obi that their daughter was being detained for a murder charge. They were watching a local movie after breakfast when the call came. Mrs. Metu immediately burst into tears, rolling on the floor and crying. Her distant relative, Nwaka, who lived with them, ran in and rushed to her side. Mr. Metu, ever the practical one, got on the phone to call everyone he thought could help. First, he called Veronica’s brother, Bobby who lived in Lagos and asked him to locate the station. He was to be his eyes and ears. Bobby had just finished his NYSC and was living with a relative while job-hunting.


Mr. Metu had retired from the civil service and now lived on his pension and proceeds from a fish farm. His wife made beaded jewellery so she often worked from home. She was a retired teacher.

“My enemies! They have decided to get at me through my children! Nigel, Nigel where are you? You know our hands are clean. If we did anything evil to make you will the hospital to us, let evil befall us. But you know our hands are clean. Nigel, come and pursue those pursuing us O! Nigel!” she was shouting as she rolled on the floor, throwing her hands up at imtervals.

“Woman, stop that! I’m trying to think. Is it Nigel that will come and fight for you?,” her husband asked with irritation.

“Let him come and fight. His spirit can fight,” she wailed.

“Lekwa nu anya (Look at that)! Instead of praying that God should deliver us, you want Nigel’s spirit to come and fight? That funny church you have been attending has messed with your head,” Mr. Metu said, shaking his head.

“Ehe!” she lept to her feet suddenly. “Let me call Prophet. By the time he fires prayers, they will release my daughter. Satan, take your hands off my daughter. You are a loser!”

As she spoke, she picked up her bag which had been lying by the dining table, sat on the floor of the living room and began to rumage in it for her phone. Nwaka, her help, sat beside her, his head in his hands, sobbing quietly.

“Nwaka, O gini? (What is the matter)” Mr. Metu asked.

“Ndi uwe oji choro igbu Aunty doctor! (The cops want to kill Aunty the doctor)” he cried.

Mr Metu made a hissing sound, exasperated. “Get up from there and go and feed the fish or something,” he barked.

Nwaka rose, still teary. With a mournful glance at Mrs. Metu, he left the room. Mr. Metu stepped into his room to think up a plan to save his daughter. Mrs. Metu had found her phone and dialled the prophet’s number.

“Halleluyah, sir. It is well in Jesus name. Prophet, the wicked are at it again! I told you I dreamed of a man chasing me with a stick last week. You told me to fast for 3 days and then sleep with the handkerchief you sent under my pillow,” she said.

“I remember, sister. That is the handkerchief I had on me during the 7 days of power. It is carrying that virtue,” he replied.

“Amen, sir, Amen. I know you are a man of God! Prophet, the evil one has stretched out his hand against my daughter. The star of this family: she is the first female doctor in our village.”

“Is she sick?”

“The police arrested her this morning. ”

“What! The devil is a liar!”


“Kneel down there, let me pray for you.”

She knelt and put the phone on speaker before placing it on the floor. Then she raised her two hands and held the palms such that they faced upwards while she responded with a very loud amen to his prayers.

“Jehovah! Contend with those who contend with my sister and her children! Let them turn on one another and enter into confusion! Let fire burn them! Consume them! Drown them! Slaughter them like sheep! May their generation be fatherless and motherless! Render them useless! Render them useless! Render them useless!” he thundered.

“Amen!” Mrs. Metu kept echoing .

“Sister, go and pluck a cane outside that we will use to flog the demons behind this problem. As the strokes land on their back, they will run like small children to order her release from the cell. Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Prophet. I will get it. ”

She rose and ran outside without ending the call. Attacking the orange tree outside her house, she selected a particularly thick branch and cut it off. She ran back in and knelt down before telling him she was ready. This time, as he prayed, she brought the cane down hard on the carpeted floor as she shouted amen. The crack of the cane was so loud that Nwaka ran in to check what was wrong. When he saw that she was praying, he went to get his own stick and joined them.

“Fall down and die! Die! Die! Die!” they chanted at the top of their voices.

Mr. Metu came out to watch them. He folded his hands in amusement as he leaned on the door to the living room. Already, he knew where the prayer would end. The prophet would request fifty thousand naira in order to go to the mountain to fight with the devil on their behalf. On two occasions, his wife had given the man huge sums behind his back. Now that he had a chance, he was going to nip it in the bud. He did believe that they needed divine intervention. What he did not accept was the price tag. As far as he was concerned, they were not in a prayer supermarket where you paid for prayer. It was his prerogative to give gifts in church but he would not pay for deliverance or warfare or whatever else this man was selling.


To be continued.

Cheers, Dr. N


52 thoughts on “Murder At St. Lucas Hospital 13

    Timayin said:
    August 5, 2015 at 11:21 pm

    Fall down and die! Die! Die! Die!

    We’re so gullible ehn…

    Prophet Ko, prophesy ni!!!

    This is a really funny episode.

    dnddyon said:
    August 5, 2015 at 11:50 pm


      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 7:27 am

      Is that noise or nice? Lol

    E' said:
    August 5, 2015 at 11:58 pm

    ‘I can’t!!!!
    Walahi, we needed this humour.
    The househelp has to be my STAR of this episode.
    Dr. N please leave me alone ooooo


      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 7:28 am

      Be laughing like u drank STAR

    E' said:
    August 6, 2015 at 5:34 am

    Ok now that I am done laughing …
    Ugh. A corrupt police officer is such an oxymoron choi
    What hope do we have if not divine intervention.
    Then this our Chocolat oga sure loves his rides and has some baaaaad ones. Isn’t this like the third? I likey. Hehehe

    Can’t wait to see how it all ends .
    Well done mama

    maryj01 said:
    August 6, 2015 at 5:40 am

    Hahahahaha I can’t stop laughing o… flogging demons with cane. Ewo! Hahaha.

    Stranger Here said:
    August 6, 2015 at 7:33 am

    Absolutely lived this chapter..
    And that part where he said he won’t let her come to harm ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ

    Meanwhile, the humour here is amazing.
    Well done Dr. N

    Jedidah said:
    August 6, 2015 at 8:08 am

    Hmm he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me!
    The steps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord. Imagine they came after she’s been taken. She for rot ehn.

    Jedidah said:
    August 6, 2015 at 8:14 am

    ‘Will you shut that your foolish mouth? ‘Isaac scolded him
    Police men abi force people generally love to insult ehnn.
    When someone messes with my Uncle, he goes “idiot! I’ll cuff you now “

      MissSilentReader said:
      August 6, 2015 at 9:06 am

      Hahahahahaha, ‘fall down and die’ . Dr N this chapter was hilarious. Thank you.

        drnsmusings responded:
        August 6, 2015 at 10:10 am

        U’re welcome

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 10:07 am

      Hehehe @cuff u now

    Anonymous Chick said:
    August 6, 2015 at 8:57 am

    Lol… loveeee this post. Had me laughing out loud in the office…. love Nwaka.

    Oh goodness! Kai! See ignorance oh! Can’t shout too much as I’ve also been caught up in it; when mama gives you some fire prayers that are supposed to work wonders that you don’t even quite get… oh Lord!

    Thanks for the enlightenment you’re spreading. Mehn! I’m not a romantic per se but Jeff na correct guy abeg. Lovin’ the whole knight in armor saving helpless girl thinz. But this is how God arranges help for His own when all seems to be crashing down. Thanks doc. Looking forward to the next one ๐Ÿ™‚

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 10:09 am

      No too laugh make dem no sack u. We need d tithes

        Anonymous Chick said:
        August 6, 2015 at 1:09 pm

        Just wondering about all these ‘prayers’…. they seem to work for some. Some of these ‘Prophets’ give no basis for scripture for faith to be built upon but just tell their ‘clients’ to shout that their enemies should fall down and die! and it works! – for some anyways…. Thinking on it, I believe that people have faith that the prayers will work and so it does or that words are powerful and as they speak it (esp. if they have been wronged) then it works….

        Anyways, when Veronica is vindicated, I wonder if anyone will be able to tell mrs. Metu otherwise that it was her prophets prayers at work…Hope she doesn’t go and sell their house and dash him sef…lol

        drnsmusings responded:
        August 6, 2015 at 1:18 pm

        If d prayers r scriptural, they will work. Whether or not they tell u d scipture they lifted it from. Otherwise, it’s just time & fortune

    Jbaby said:
    August 6, 2015 at 10:37 am

    The house boy is soo of loyal.. Got me rolling in laughter

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 11:29 am

      Well, loyalty is an admirable trait.

    Frances Okoro said:
    August 6, 2015 at 3:47 pm

    รขย€ยŽDr N, I dey follow the series ohhh.But my phone has a hate/love relationship with sites, doesn’t open most times.And I am commenting from my mail now, plenty stuff go dey underneath am, nor vex.Anyway I am loooving Jefff ohhh. Knight in shining armour!Waiting for the next. Frances From: Dr. N’s MusingsSent: Wednesday, August 5, 2015 23:43To: okorofrances@gmail.comReply To: Dr. N’s MusingsSubject: [New post] Murder At St. Lucas Hospital 13

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    drnsmusings posted: ”



    Chapter 10


    Veronica was in her office two days later, going over some paper work when she heard a commotion outside. She rushed out to the reception and ran into a group of policemen marching into the hospital fully ar”

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 3:57 pm

      It is well jare. Thanks for reading. Try to resend your book. I sent u a tweet cos it didn’t open

    thegracedmisfit said:
    August 6, 2015 at 4:40 pm

    Hahaha, This chapter caused a display of such a wide range of emotions on my part. From shouting (in my head o, don’t worry) “Jeff! Jeff” with Dr V, to “awww_ing” at their conversation, and then giggling at Barr Obi’s “come and take 1 million.”

    As for the beating of demons, crying out to Nigel and all… I cant… I just cant!

    Dr N, you have given us excellent medicine today o. #LaughterIsTheBestMedicine.

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 6:42 pm

      Thank God u shouted in your head. On a more serious note, do u often hear voices others don’t hear? Talk to ppl others can’t see?

        ada said:
        August 6, 2015 at 7:11 pm

        he he maybe she sees men like trees…

        drnsmusings responded:
        August 6, 2015 at 8:05 pm


        thegracedmisfit said:
        August 7, 2015 at 9:43 am

        hahahaha. Dr N o! You are on a roll, hey? I just have a VERY vivid imagination. dasall. ๐Ÿ˜€

        drnsmusings responded:
        August 7, 2015 at 11:14 am


    ada said:
    August 6, 2015 at 7:12 pm

    he he maybe she sees men like trees… *wicked grin*

      thegracedmisfit said:
      August 7, 2015 at 9:47 am

      Ewo! Hahaha. Ada, be kareful o.

    ada said:
    August 6, 2015 at 7:12 pm

    hehehe, or maybe she sees men like trees… *wicked grin*

    Sue said:
    August 6, 2015 at 9:45 pm

    Dr N, this action episode is for Nigerians only! I can imagine that foreigners will be confused, from the commando-style arrest to the frantic calls left and right, the ‘somersault and die’ prayers, etc. Only in Naija.

    But I bow for the angels in jeeps’ timely appearance. Imagine innocent young Dr Vero surrounded by those “costrobles”, as a police inspector once named the constables, with no way of calling for help. Chai!!! There is God on the throne o.

    I was laughing out loud by the end at the heavy prayers + corresponding action. Well done, Dr N.

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 6, 2015 at 9:47 pm

      Yeah, unapologetically Nigerian, btw.
      Glad I made u laugh

    itstamie said:
    August 6, 2015 at 11:09 pm

    Lol this is nollywood!!!
    Laughed so much. I could picture the whole scene with veronica parents.
    Well done Dr N

    D'Dream said:
    August 7, 2015 at 9:05 am

    Many are the afflictions of the righteous but the Lord brought them out.

    If thats how all the demons have died, we wont have any left na. All this commercial prophets swindling gully people.
    This episode is funny tho

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 7, 2015 at 11:13 am

      I wish they die when caned. Lol

    chris said:
    August 9, 2015 at 4:15 am

    nooooo!!! i didn’t want it to end!! loved every bit of it especially Jeff *winks*…Please write soon otherwise i will cry ooooo.

    http://www.thatghlife.blogspot. com

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 9, 2015 at 1:57 pm

      Crying is therapeutic u know? Lol

    Fola said:
    August 10, 2015 at 2:42 pm

    All these so called ‘self-annointed’ prophets…God save us.

    Jeff and Superintendent Isaac to the rescue….divine coincidence. He has told us we will never be burdened beyond our ability.

    Well done again Dr. N. Thanks for another beautiful episode.

    Honiilols said:
    August 10, 2015 at 5:21 pm

    Nwaka is my hero – joining in the floor flogging without understanding why? Loyalty to the core. No questions asked. Just do as I do. I laughed hard and when I got to the part you ended this episode, I screamed ‘ahhhh’.

    Come back soon biko…

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 10, 2015 at 10:43 pm

      Just for d ‘biko’, I’ll be right back

    Jedidah said:
    August 12, 2015 at 9:26 pm

    Dr.N wahsupping naw? We diligently await chapter 14. Hope all is good tho?

      drnsmusings responded:
      August 12, 2015 at 9:54 pm

      No be tomorrow? Lol
      I’m great, thanks for asking

    mimispassion said:
    September 2, 2016 at 12:01 am

    Okay, despite the seriousness of the issue at hand, I just couldn’t help laughing so much I’m tearing up. Nwaka and Mrs Metu are just so funny

    smilinggurl said:
    August 14, 2017 at 5:48 pm

    Hehehe…. Dr N, this one will make a good movie.

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