Chapter 20

Central Hospital buzzed with life, a chaotic symphony of urgency and hope. Ambulances screeched to a halt outside, unloading patients on stretchers, while families pulled up in their cars, faces etched with worry. Inside, receptionists juggled phone calls and paperwork, their voices rising above the hum of the crowded waiting room.

It was the only hospital in Macaulay Estate, a sprawling community on the edge of Lagos, and its halls were never empty. The building was a monument to Chief Gabriel Omoshola’s vision—a legacy forged in concrete and steel twenty-two years ago when the estate was still young.

Back then, the hospital had been a gamble. With few patients and a staff of inexperienced graduates, it teetered on the brink of failure. But Chief Gabriel hadn’t wavered. He’d seen a need—sick residents forced to trek to the next town for care, many dying along the way—and turned it into a mission.