On The Streets Of Lagos
'Na Ajepe, send me message.' 'Abeg, no rough handle me, comot your body.' Musings, as well as what
could pass for laughter, went around the lot. I am a joke to them, God give me strength.
So I acted like the man I am, gave Basira a hot slap that left my palm
tingling. Now everyone had their eyes on me again; they knew I meant business.
'Oya, you sef talk
wetin you know, e be like say this pikin don dey vex' someone in the front
spoke up. No, he was wrong; the anger was not at its early stage; it felt as
though it were at the peak. My insides were in chaos, and I felt like I could
do anything at this moment.
By now, tears had
pooled underneath Basira's badly made-up eyes. There was a full imprint of my
fingers on her right cheek, and I felt no remorse.
"Ajepe bin say make I dey watch you, e say your mama send you message". "I ask am if
your mama Sabi de arrangement, e say yes, say dey get something wey dey bin wan
discuss and e better make you no dey around," she replied as the tears
began to run free.
"Where my
mama?" "You see, am as Ajepe dey follow you talk?" I quizzed
further. My Mother will cringe at the sound of pidgin English coming out of my
lips. I was quick to dispose of the thought; dear voices, let's do this later I concluded.
"I, I, s-e--ee
your ma—m--aa as she kon open do for am." "I be d—d--dey road for
make I alert Ajepe as you dey come back."
"A—a—jepe dey
raise voice, and your mama sef dey raise voice. You know say she sabi shout
well well".
"Who be that dead
body for there?"
"I no know, be
like say...
"Na your
Papa," answered the voice for which I had gone through all the trouble.
There was my Mother. Sweaty and eye puffed up with tears, clothes torn. Her
beautiful caramel skin now bore designs from jagged bottles. Blood was oozing
out all over, who had done this to her?
'Maa mi,' I
managed to spill out the words before rushing to her side. She was breathless,
tired and in need of quick medical attention.
She slowly leaned
against the nearest wall and I allowed her weight to rest partially on me.
"Maami, who did
this?"
"Ajepe"
was all she could mutter.
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