Harold was seated watching Al-Jazeera when Sydney horned at the gate.
The maiguard employed to stay at the gate ran to open the gate and Harold almost fainted from his spiked up heart beat rate, the adrenaline rush was uncontrollable.
He was finally meeting his family, he couldn’t take it as he ran into the toilet to ease off in emergency.
His coming out coincided with Sydney, a handsome older version of Sydney, a beautiful lady and two beautiful damsels rolling their bags in through the front door with a heavy laden Yakubu in tow.
As they saw him, they froze and he froze as well in the longest few seconds of their lives, Sydney and the two young damsels watching confusedly.
Then Mrs Chiazoka slumped in a loud thud and fainted.
The children rushed to revive her Yakubu running helter skelter in a confused pattern, while Mr Chiazoka wept like a baby.
Get some water Harold barked at Yakubu as he fanned Mrs Chiazoka furiously.
When she was finally revived, she joined her husband in weeping, Harold soon was in tears with Sydney and the two beautiful young maidens breaking down in tears as well.
When they were able to hold it together, after series if emotional hugging of Harold by the couple, Mr Levi Chiazoka spoke up; That’s surely your brother my long lost son he said to Sydney and his sisters as they rushed to embrace a Harold who was nodding in the affirmative.
Mrs Chiazoka kept crying as Harold walked up to her and cuddled his real biological mother for the first time in His lifetime.
God still answers prayers Mr Levi continued, since that day somebody stole our baby at the then Queen Elizabeth hospital Umuahia, we have kept asking God to protect him and bring him back to us.
Sydney that’s your twin brother, Adamma and Adaure behold your eldest brother.
Son, I’m you father and in your arms is your mother.
Mr Levi’s speech preceded an emotional and very loud silence.
They named me Harold, Harold said after a while breaking the silence, you all call me Harold.
After they were all done and were seated the couple recounted to the keen ears of their children how one of their three days old twin boy was stolen;
Mrs Stephanie Chiazoka had delivered safely on that day in 1985 and a young Levi who had been running helter skelter to make up the hospital bills could not meet up and their discharge was delayed because they were yet to make full payments.
On the eve of their third day on admission, Levi had ran into the maternity ward happily, drenched in that night’s rain but with the complete money to offset the hospital bills, he gave to his equally elated wife and promised to return very early in the morning to get them home as he rushed back home to get the house in order for the return of mother and Sons the next morning.
Mrs Chiazoka had woken up to discover one of her babies gone, the one she had first that had had dark patches on his navel and behind his pinna.
Her wail reverberated all round the hospital triggering off a lock down and a hospital wide search.
Levi kept his promise, arriving very early in the morning to meet a tensed security situation all around the hospital, nurses and people discussing in groups and in hushed tones, people crying and some shaking their heads in pity.
He had thought somebody had died and shook his head in pity, but alas he became alarmed as he had more eyes on him as he approached the maternity ward, then he sensed that something was not right, he ran in and saw his wife crying amidst people consoling her with the Chief Medical Director and some police men.
Mrs Chiazoka’s wail took a new turn on sighting Levi, they took him was all she could say.
Took who? came Levi’s yell as he rushed to the cot to discover one of his Sons missing.
It took the police a great effort to extricate Dr Nwankwo who was the Chief Medical Director then from Levi’s strangulating hands.
The police had a hard time trying to hold him down and calm him down as he kept screaming “I’ve got your money, where’s my baby?!!!!!!!!!!!”
They finally led him away but it took ages and God’s intervention to restore his sanity.