There was this lady that I was dating about 20 years ago who came visiting on a Saturday.

We were in the living room watching TV with one of my younger brothers when she requested to use toilet.

I promptly showed her to toilet and returned to the living room while my mind was wholly with her in the toilet. That was how much I loved her.

I was in expectation of her to get done at the toilet and returned to me in the living room without any sign of her, so I became impatient after some minutes and decided to check on her.

I neither met her on my way to the toilet nor detected any sign of her being in the toilet when I got to the toilet door; everything was silent!

I called her name, and then it seemed as if there was a feeble sound of hands on the toilet door.

I called again but it was still silence.

There was no other way she could have left through other than the one I used to check her, so I became fully alarmed and tried entering the toilet, only to see her in a kind of weak and not fully conscious mood, trying to open the toilet door.

I was terrified! I immediately lifted and carried her to the living room under fan. She was trying to tell me something but she was not strong enough. I thought of getting her medical help but a car was needed to convey her, which I had none.

A friend, who had a car, was burying his late dad that very day but if I did want the story that touched the heart, I had to call him, so I did.

I asked where he was. He told me that he was at his dad's burial party. I then told him that I needed his help at my place and he replied that it was his turn to dance. I then told him that my situation needed emergency attention and that he should abandon the dance thing, if he did want me to be charged for murder.

He came promptly. We flatten the front passenger seat of his Nissan Bluebird, where we laid my lady. My younger brother sat at the back of the driver’s seat while I squeezed myself somehow to watch as a watchman over her.

She requested to be taken her home, with the statement that the situation was not something to be afraid of.

We took her home got her down and I supported her by the side as we both walked to their living room while I asked the people that helped me to go back to what they were doing.

The mother was alarmed when she saw her, asking what happened to her. I explained, but the mother would not believe me. She was just looking at me suspiciously and trying to ask the daughter with the expectation that I should be culpable. The lady explained everything the way it happened, but I knew that the mother never believed. To her, I was guilty of whatever charge she could made up in her mind.

The nurse that lived across their street was invited and asked the lady to stay under fan while ORS was prepared for her. So mattress was placed under fan for her and ORS was given to her.

That was the solution that solved it all but all I could see in the mother’s disposition was that I had done something terrible to her daughter.