STOLEN AND TRAFFICKED - The Final Episode

Twice now I have lost my daughter, yelled Aisha's mother. Auzubillah she exclaimed. (Expression for a strong dislike in Islam).

Stolen and Trafficked - Episode 1 - For those who missed it.

She ran out of the proprietor’s office, setting her eyes on the road, in a manner that seemed like she was searching for the vehicle Chelsy boarded or any sign of her.

Frustrated, and now having a nervous breakdown, she falls to the ground, gasping for air. Rushing to her rescue, her husband quickly reached for her bag, grabs her inhaler, and administered a dose of her medication. She was asthmatic and the news that Chelsy has left town triggered an asthma attack.

Her husband – Mr Usman, now unhappy with her condition laments; I have earlier told you to relax your nerves. Please don’t compound problems or create a bigger one.

Let’s help her up said the proprietor, pointing to a chair by the corner. As soon as she was seated he pleaded with her to take things easy and that all hope wasn’t lost. We all have a date with destiny. Chelsy didn’t come here on her own. A greater force sent her here and that force made the connection. God has a plan, and there is still something I can do.

Reaching for his phone, he dashed to a corner of his office where he connected it to an antenna or something of sort, then he called the zonal coordinator of the scheme and minutes after telling him a short version of the story, he was heard taking orders as he kept nodding and responding with Yes Sir, okay Sir, I will do as instructed Sir, thank you Sir.

Immediately, he briefed Mr. Usman and his family of his telephone conversation, and as advised, they wrote formally to the National coordinator, detailing how it all started and how divine connection had brought her back to her ancestral root before she was snatched again. He further urged the coordinator to please help locate Chelsy and her parents for a chat with a view to putting this mystery to an end. He then enclosed a picture of Aisha, a family photo, her birth certificate, and handed all to the school proprietor.

They returned to Ologba with a piece of hope, praying to Allah for another opportunity.

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A week quietly went by, and though nothing was heard, Aisha’s mother had her eyes and ears everywhere; and just like a watch dog, she was now very alert as her eyes caught every passing person, including animals, birds, moving vehicles, etcetera. In fact, she could even hear the footsteps of passing and approaching ants.

Four days into the new week, a post man was approaching their entrance. Having sighted him, she dashed out to receive him and whatever message he was carrying. Excited and more curious than a cat, she welcomed him and before the postman could introduce himself, she asked if he had any mail for the family of Usman Umoru.

Looking into his bag, the post man pulls out two mails, one local and the other international. Handing over the mails to her, and the receivers manifest, she quickly acknowledges and returns it. The post man them bids her good bye without getting a response.

With her thoughts and mind centered on the mails, and at the same time lost in wonder of who could have sent them an international mail, she quickly opens the local one and behold it was good news. Alhamdulillah she exclaimed. (All praises and thanks to Allah). The national coordinator has not only received and processed their request; he has also invited them to Abuja for a meeting.

Now picking up the international mail which had a United States post mark, she kept pondering as she opened it; especially because she has no know relative in the United States. What a day, what a life, what a coincidence, she exclaimed. The sender had written to reconnect, enclosed her telephone number and longs to hear her voice in her convenient time. It was her long lost friend Temba. Back in the days, they were best of friends and she introduced her to the maternity home in Ghana where she had all her children. Temba is a Ghanaian and a nurse but now residing and practicing in United States.

Chelsy and her father have also been invited and not having a clue as to why the invitation, all they could do was to indulge in second-guessing. Taking a break from her unconscious habit of tapping her fingers on the table; she asked her father if the documentation for her transfer was duly processed and approved because that seems to be the only reason she could pin down to the invitation.

His response was on the affirmative, but then he added unless there was human error in the process. Well don’t worry about it; I am Mr. Fix it and I will fix it when we get there. Chelsy smiled and said; well that is in 48 hours’ time.

The much awaited day has finally come. Usman’s family had arrived 30 minutes earlier, seated and waiting. Aisha was anxious to meet her twin sister and so was her mother. In the national coordinator’s office they sat gazing at everyone who walked into the office.

Chelsy and her father arrived in a yellow cab. She wasn’t feeling too well and as soon as they alighted, she excused herself to use the convenience. Her father knowing they were already late asked her to join him in the National Coordinator’s Office as soon as she was done.

Walking into the lobby leading to the convenience, Chelsy could see a girl at the other end veiled in a gold fabric Hijab just exiting the convenience.

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The girl was Aisha, she had earlier excused herself and with both of them setting eyes on each other, they couldn't help but stare at the unbelievable replica of themselves in another body. Chelsy was shocked and lost for words. Their resemblance was un-mistakingly identical. Engulfed by surprise she stood still, staring and battling with the thoughts than ran through her mind.

“If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection- even when all hope seems to be lost. Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are and who we become. Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict- nature will always find a way”. Savi Sharma.

Aisha walking to a halt, carefully removes her Hijab allowing Chelsy to have a full view of her exact image in another body, before running off, shouting Alhamdulillah, it is true, Alhamdulillah, it is true…as she ran to her mother.

Chelsy who was now in shock and curious at the same time, runs after her shouting please stop, who are you?

Into the National Coordinator’s office they ran and the moment that followed was inexplicable. Words alone cannot describe it.

Nature finally found a way.

On his feet he stood, confused and betrayed by his conscience and composure, with sweat dots forming around his forehead in the chilling office of the National Coordinator.

Mr. fix it couldn’t fix this. It was the end of the road for him.
Mr Usman and the National coordinator watched in disbelief and so did Chelsy, while tears of joy flowed down her mother’s and sisters eyes. Alhamdulillah she prayed, Alhamdulillah.

For 23 long years he has been hunted by the secret and the burden was killing him; but his consolation was the good life he was giving her and the joy of being called a father since he couldn’t father one. He had hope that one day he would have the courage to tell her, but it's now too late.

Falling to his knees and turning to Chelsy, he cried; my daughter please forgive me. No daddy cried Chelsy, what is happening? Please tell me it is not true. He was the only family that Chelsy knew, he was her father and everything to her. Still crying profusely, he begged Chelsy’s parents for forgiveness assuring them that he had given Chelsy’s nothing but a good life and love but that cannot erase his wrong. He was dearly sorry.

He was a good man, now been defined by one very wrong act. His wife who has long deserted him had forced him into the abduction if she was to keep her mouth shut about his impotence and remain in their marriage.

They left Ghana the night Chelsy was stolen, never to return. Little did he know what the future holds.

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• Chelsy was united with her biological family.

• Mr. Fix it ( her abducted father) was immediately arrested and Interpol was involved to help with the arrest of other accomplices.

• Temba who was the middleman in the abduction was dying of cancer and wanted to confess to Chelsy’s biological mother before she died. Hence her letter.

• The midwife was arrested in Ghana and she confessed to have been involved in other abductions and borderline trafficking.

• Till date, the whereabout of Chelsy’s abducted mother is still unknown.

The End

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