The look in John’s eyes was scary. Osato quickly dialed Tayo’s line again. “God please do not let my child die,” she muttered as she ran back to the couch where she laid him. She had called Tayo three times all unanswered. “Where the hell is he?” she wondered. She wasn’t ready for this. Osasu wasn’t in, she had gone to be with their Mum, who was in labour. She had dropped her twins – Mark and Brian at the crèche on her way out. John had fallen ill five days earlier and had been treated and declared healthy by the doctor, whatever was happening to him today was a mystery to Osato. The poor boy was having a fever, his eyeballs had rolled up to the whites, and pain was forcing tears out of his eyes. His twin meanwhile remained in the cot where they had been laid together few minutes ago before he cried out in pain. She rushed outside and shouted at the gateman, “Musa! Open that gate!” She then rushed inside to pick John. Things got worse; both boys were now howling. “Oh God! I didn’t bargain for this! Arrghh!” She swore out loudly this time. Few months ago she was desperate to become a mother. The Instagram pages of celebrities who had kids were her favourite destinations while on the internet. She would sigh and whisper to herself, “Oh my God, I want beautiful kids like these, they are so adorable.” What changed? Weren’t the kids adorable? She picked up her Blackberry and sent Tayo an instant message;