Initially, I didn’t want to bother myself meeting her to ask why she’s not talking to me again, or even to ask whether she blocked me on WhatsApp.

But I just felt like I was losing it.

What is needed now is dialogue and nothing else.

Agnes didn’t say anything as I entered her office; she was just writing some things in a book.

“Agnes, at least say something.

Why are you keeping mute to me, Joshua of all people?”

“Joshua, it’s you who’s taking the matter too far.

I have clearly told you that I’m not quarreling with you.

I just need my space anytime I’m in this hospital, that’s all.

There’s nothing more.

By the way, I’m busy now; I’m writing some drug prescriptions for a patient.”

“Ok fine, Agnes, you said you’re not quarreling with me, so why are you not responding to my WhatsApp messages? It’s not as if you haven’t been seeing them, but I guess you’re just ignoring them.

And your WhatsApp display picture is showing white.

I guess you’ve blocked me, right?”

Agnes didn’t say anything.

“Agnes, say something.

You have blocked me on WhatsApp for no reason, right?”

“Joshua, free me please.

I’m begging you in the name of God, Allah, and whichever other name I should beg you with.

This is a hospital.

Focus.

This is not South Africa where you’ll be catching cruise.

Focus and stop asking me anyhow questions.”

With Agnes’s response, it’s clearly obvious that she blocked me.

I just left her office.

As I was coming out of the office, I met Doctor Sam, my colleague in the hospital, the one who totally hates Agnes.

“Ohhh, I see that you’re just entering her office to beg your wife to forgive you.

So, did she forgive you?”

“Sam, be serious for once.

But it seems this girl has blocked me on WhatsApp o.

She didn’t tell me whether she did, but it’s so obvious.

Her profile picture is not there, and messages are not being sent with read receipts.”

“Chaiii, Joshua, sorry.

Maybe she has found someone better than you.”

“Thunder will fire you! By the way, I hope you’re now fine, because the way you shouted at me yesterday concerning this Agnes issue, hmmm, it’s well,” I replied.

“Ohhh, for that one, I’m really sorry Joshua.

But you and Agnes’ matter don tire me for this life,” Sam said.

“It’s Agnes that has tired you, not me oo.

”

“Anyways, Joshua, I’m going to her office to assign work to her.

Do you want to follow me?”

“Nahhh, I’m not following you.

” I just stood close to the door, hearing their conversations.

“Agnes, within 10 minutes, prepare this medical report of a patient and send it to my email.

I’ve written my email in this book here.

I’m waiting.”

“Sam, I’m sorry, I’m very busy now.

I’m writing some drug prescriptions for three patients in the hospital.

Please, maybe you find someone else, or you do it yourself, please.”

“Wait, Agnes, let me ask you, when did you come to this hospital? So, it’s because you went to South Africa that you think you’re now a registered bigger nurse in this hospital? How many hours will you use to write this drug prescription? Drop that nonsense and do what I asked you to do.

Don’t even stress me.”

“Alright, if at all I want to do it, you’ll have to wait for like 40 minutes because I’ll still speak with the pharmacy concerning this drug I’m prescribing.”

“Agnes, it seems God wants to add to your misery or what? How dare you! Ohhh, you think I’m begging you to write this document for me? Do you know that one report that I’ll submit to the hospital concerning you, that you’ll find yourself in this hospital but you won’t see yourself here again? I think you must be very stupid!”

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