It was a small crowd that followed me home from Akin’s house. When my village people saw me and Akin walking towards my house with my travelling bag on my back, they knew I did not die after all. There were salutations from every compound we walked past. We walked past the front of Baba Land lord’s house; it was Tunde that opened the door when he heard the noise from the people following me home. He screamed when he saw me and ran into my arms, we hugged passionately.
Brother you are alive? He asked
Yes my dear, God protected me! I replied
Wow! I thank God you are alive o! Brother do you know you are my uncle?
Yes I know now! I replied
Baba land lord is your father! He said enthusiastically
Yes my dear! So I just heard.
You are my uncle, brother BJ, you are my blood! He said as we all marched towards my house.
It was at this point that those following us started arguing about the striking resemblance between Tunde and me.
No wonder Bolaji loved this boy so much! One said
Hmm! Blood smells! Another said
Hmm! Blood is thicker that water indeed! Another offered
They were saying a lot of things to my hearing but in my mind, I was troubled. My emotion was running wild. How will I react when I see the woman that brought me into this world and abandoned me? Hate or love? How will I react when I see my friend and drinking partner who has suddenly turned out to be my elusive father?
Akin! I called my friend
Yes BJ! He answered
I feel like a bottle of Gulder!
No nah! Not now please!
I am scared! And why are these people following us?
You are a miracle! You returned from the land of the dead, and people follow miracles!
Hmm? I asked
Hmm! He hummed.
Brother! Daddy will get well if he sees you! He thinks you are dead! Tunde said as he ran into my house through the front door.
We got to the front of the house, I could not move further, I stood looking at the closed door and opened windows. Normally every opening would have been locked up awaiting my arrival. Although I had given Baba landlord the spare key for contingency sake, he would not ordinarily open my door or windows.
While I was still outside looking at the house, the door opened and Baba land lord limped forward with the aid of a walking stick, Tunde was beside him beaming from ear to ear. He stood looking at me.
Eniyan tabi ebora? Is this a human being or a ghost? He asked
Eni yan! Akin replied
Mobolaji! He called
Baba Landlord! I replied.
He placed his walking stick by the wall and tightened his wrapper securely around his waist. He picked his walking stick and limped towards me.
Mobolaji! He called again
Baba! I replied
Every one was quiet.
You are not dead? He asked.
God rescued me sir! I was killed but God rescued me! It’s a long story! I said.
We embraced as he got to me; we both broke down in tears as my escorts shouted in jubilation and cheers.
After crying together for three minutes.
Has Akin told you?
I am your father!
It is strange!
We used to drink together!
We were friends’ o!
Please come with me! Let’s go inside the house
No, I can’t! I said. Let’s sit outside at the terrace
Okay, let’s sit out at the terrace; he concurred
As I moved to sit on a Chair at the terrace, Baba landlord turned to address the small crowd that had gathered.
He is my son!
Yes we know! The people replied
He is an Engineer!
Baba Engineer! The father of an Engineer! The crowd cheered!
We used to drink together!
I have always loved him as the Son I did not have!
But he is actually my Son! A product of my loins!
I met his mother twenty eight years ago in Lagos!
I wanted to marry her after my late wife but fate separated us
I knew she was pregnant for me but I thought she would have aborted it because she was leading a rough life then in Lagos
But she changed o! Yes! She actually changed when we were together but you know back then nah! There was no telephone so when I was drafted back to the north I forgot all about her!
Go! Go and tell the whole world that ASP Bamidele Fapohunda has a son! An heir! If I die today, I will die happy because I have not labored in vain! All my daughters are in their husband homes and none is interested in the vast portions of lands I own in the Village, Akure, Ibadan, Abuja and Kaduna!
Ha Baba Modupe o!
He went down on his knees carefully and with arms stretched upwards
Baba o seun! He said looking up to the heavens
God you are indeed faithful and merciful
How am I to know that you would bless me with a Son in my old age? So my lineage will not end with me? I am an only son to my parents too so I was supposed to have a lot of sons to carry on the Fapohunda name but I had none until now! Oh God you are wonderful
He started a song
Baba Baba Baba Baba!!
O se o Baba!
O se o Baba!
Mo wa dupe Baba!
The crowd took the song from him as he struggled to get up with the aid of his walking stick; he limped towards me and sat on an empty plastic chair
Tunde! Baba called
Get us palm wine o! My son has come home! Get every one here something to drink!
Tunde! Get your uncle a bottle of Gulder! Akin said as Tunde was about to leave for the errand.
God bless you Akin! I said. Em Tunde! Chilled one please! And make it two bottles! I shouted as Tunde sped off.
Mobolaji! Baba called me: what happened to you? I came to Owerri and heard a very terrible story about your death, I went to the Police station for your corpse but I knew better since I was one of them before! Your Corpse was government property because you were killed as a criminal. I left Owerri broken hearted and suffered a stroke when I got home.
Baba, it is a very long and painful story! I will tell you everything later, but first, where is my mother?
She is sleeping, she just took her drugs, it makes her to sleep, he said.
So what is wrong with her? I asked
It is Cancer my dear! She has Cancer in her bones!
Jesu Christ o! I exclaimed.
So it is not H.I.V Aids? I asked
No! No! It is Cancer!
Is she going to make it? I asked
No! She has a week or two, she has done several operations in Lagos but the disease kept coming back.
Can money save her now? I asked again
No! The Doctors said no amount of money can save her now. Mobolaji! I have the money! I would arrange for her treatment abroad if there was hope. The Cancer had already taken parts of her body in previous operations! Now it is the bones!
Hmm! So it has to take Cancer to bring my mother back to me? I asked Baba.
Mobolaji take it easy! Do not be hard on her. She has her reason for doing what she did.
What? I asked. She has her reasons for abandoning me all my life? Twenty eight years!
Mobolaji! Look at you! Akin intervened. Look at what you have turned out to become! Would you have turned out this way if she were around? I don’t think so! Of all the Youths in this Village how many of them cam beat their chest when you stand and talk? Yet most of them have both Parents alive! Even me here that had a rich father and my Mother was doing well, was it not you, the so called Orphan that came to my rescue?
So my boy! Baba continued; just thank God for your life! Forgive and forget! She is dying so let her go in peace. Thank God also that she came home alive instead of her Corpse being brought back home, the two of you can sort out your selves before she dies. I have not left her side since she returned home and told me about you, every one is afraid of coming close to her because they thought her sickness is contagious. She said she told your grand ma about my affair with her in Lagos and how she bore me a Son but before I retired and came back home, your grand ma had died. She also has been battling with Cancer for over fifteen years; she could not come home when her mother died because she just had an operation then. Mobolaji! Your mother’s two breasts have been cut off due to Cancer!
Jesu Christi o! I exclaimed.
That was even some years back before the thing came back into her bones! Do we cut of her bones too? She is destined to die by this Cancer I must admit! Baba said. Your mother is not as terrible as portrayed by the Villagers here! She was simply looking for the Golden Fleece that the Village does not have to offer. Many people ran to the City in pursuit of greener pasture, some made it and some did not! Your mother belonged to the later.
Tuned and one of his friends returned with buckets of drinks and every one present had something to drink before dispersing to their homes. I gulped down a chilled bottle of my ultimate beer, gave out a large belch and dropped the empty bottle on the floor before opening the second bottle.
You and this Gulder sha! Akin said
My brother! It is the Ultimate of beers o!
I was by her bed side when she woke up the next evening; we stared at each other for about three minutes before I broke the silence.
I don’t know what to call you! I said
Who are you? She asked with a raspy weak voice
You tell me! I said
I should tell you? She asked as she squinted her face trying to figure me out
Ha! My God! They said you were dead! She said. Have you come to take me with you?
I did not die! I am alive! I came back home two days ago! I came here yesterday morning but you have been asleep until now! I said without emotions.
Mobolaji! She called
Yes? I answered
I am your mother!
Of course I know! I snapped
I have struggled through life trying to do things my own way without success! She said
By being a prostitute abi? By giving me a bad name! Do you know what I have been through in life? I started fending for my self as long as I started walking. I grew up being ridiculed as a bastard in the village. I ate from the refuse; I struggled with dogs at the butchers slap for pieces of bones! I started hunting at five! All by myself! No father! No mother for me to emulate! I was a burden too big for grandma because she could barely take care of herself! Your mother died in this house and I did not know for three days! I was sleeping in the same house with her corpse thinking she was asleep! I took desperate risks in life that a guided Child would not take! The fact that I am alive today is a miracle! I was killed! It was just God that still has a use of me that is why he brought me back alive! Look at me! Look at my body!
Tears filled her eyes as I ranted on. Baba came in and pulled me out of the room, I was crying and yelling on top of my voice, my mother was crying too.
Mobolaji take it easy with her! Baba said; the tears you are making her shed is killing her! She is suffering already. You have a right to be angry but please be lenient with a dying woman! Your mother!
Baba pulled me close and rubbed my naked rough body. Let’s go back to her, put on your clothes, please be a man! You have said more than enough.
She was struggling to leave her bed when we entered the room.
Where are going to? Baba asked her
She was sobbing as we pulled her back into the bed. She held my hand by the wrist. Her fingers were very skinny, like raw bones clasping on my wrist weakly.
I am sorry! I am sorry for everything! Please I beg you in the name of God to forgive me. I do not deserve your forgiveness but for the sake of the almighty that commands us to forgive one another. Because of that God that brought you back from the land of the dead! Please find a place in your heart to forgive me! She begged amidst tears.
But it is not easy nah! I am not God nah! How will I just forgive you like that? After abandoning me all my life! What if I had died? What if I had joined a bad gang and become useless in life? What if I had not gone to school? I asked
You were supposed to be there for me! To nurture, protect and direct me! You were not there! I grew up a nuisance and a scavenger!
I know my son! I know! But if we do not forgive one another we would not have friends to play with! She said; I have done terribly wrong in my life and today look at me! Look at where I have landed myself! I would have returned home long before now but I have nothing to fall back on! Absolutely nothing! All I had was spent on my sickness for the past fifteen years! Look at me nah! I don’t have anything any where to offer to you. But I was sending money home to mama for your school. I told her to be saving the money until you are entering secondary school, I sent your picture and a note to her, she was to keep the note and picture in the box where the money is kept
Jesu Christi o! I saw the money o! I saw the money years after mama had died. So it was you? I exclaimed.
I have only come home to be buried, I am a born again Christian now, I have repented of my sins for over ten years now but Cancer had tied me down in Lagos. I knew you were in School at Ibadan, I knew of your discovery of the Alabi heist, I knew you were in the University in the east. I was too ashamed to come around you and also I did not want to come and distort your progress in life. My sickness required a lot of money and my presence would have spoilt things for you.
You knew everything about me? I asked through teary eyes.
Yes son! I had my informants, but the only mistake was that I had thought it was your father training you all the way. I did not know that mama did not hand you over to him before her death.
But why did you not come back to him? At least you have a son for him, I asked
His daughters hated me! They said I was not fit to be their step mother! They said I was a prostitute. They promised to stop me with everything at their disposal. I had to stay clear for your safety. They did not know I had you for their father. When their father was working in Lagos, they came for holidays and they saw me in their fathers house. Their mother had died by then. They drove me out of the house and threw my luggage outside. There was no telephone to call their father what the children had done so I went my way and when I returned weeks after hoping the Kids might have returned to boarding school, the father had been transferred out of Lagos! I did not hear from him again but he knew I was some weeks pregnant for him already. We had met at a party organized by the police officers in Yaba, we recognized each other as being from the same Village. One thing led to the other and we started an affair. I was ready to change my life style as he promised to take care of me but it was not to be.
I am tired she said.
She had gotten exhausted by talking with me.
Sorry Mummy! Please rest! I advised
You called me Mummy, she whispered with a wry smile as she released my wrist.
I moved towards her head and rubbed her shaven head, she closed her eyes and slept.
I wished she was strong enough to hear the things I wanted to tell her.
Mummy! I called softly: she was snoring softly already
I forgive you! Even though you were not there, you were still there! You decided to stay away so as not to alter my progress in life? We could have spent the money used for my education for your treatment! Perhaps the Modupes’ would not have had access to my money and we could have used it for your sickness. Perhaps if you had returned much earlier, my father would have spent all his money on you without having extra for my school so you stayed back!
You sacrificed your life so as to redeem your image. You are a hero mummy! You are not selfish! And I don’t care what people say about you because they really do not know you. I love you mother and I thank God that you have found peace with him. I pulled up the cover cloth and wrapped her well before following my dad into the sitting room.
My mother died the next week that I arrived home just as her Doctors had said. She died in her sleep. I spent only nine days and nights with the woman through whom I came into this world. But those nine days are indelible in my memory, I was with her every moment she was awake. I told her about my adventures at FUTO including my relationships with the girls, I told her about Modupe and her mother, I told her about Uncle Agegoke and his family, I told her about Commodore Aboderin. Anytime I am with her, my Dad always wanted to be present too so as to listen to whatever story I had to tell mummy. I told her about how I survived as a teacher, a Barber, a Bar man and as an IT student. I told her about my love for Yemisi and my desire to marry her as soon as I am settled but I am afraid of her father. I asked her if she would not want to see her grand children before leaving us. My stories excited my mother; she laughed and cried all together as she listens to the adventures of her only Child BJ.
We bonded so much that she did not want to die again, she wished for a miracle to save her life so we started praying for restoration. I personally fed and bathed her daily and changed her clothes and cleaned her up as she defecates and urinates on the bed. But God knows best as she died on a Sunday morning, we talked into the night on the Saturday and prayed with her before going to our rooms to sleep. It was my dad that came and told me around 8.30AM that she had gone.
Your mother has gone to meet her maker at last! He said as he came and slumped on the couch in my room.
I screamed and ran to her room, daddy had covered her face with the cover clothe but I pulled it up and carried her in my arms.
Mummy! Mummy! I called but she was gone. I hugged her body and cried bitterly.
My dad came and joined me and together we knelt by her bed and prayed.
We notified the church and her family before burying her in the evening, a lot of people turned out for the burial ceremony.
During the vote of thanks speech after the interment, I addressed the people present. The people were busy eating and drinking under the canopies reserved for guests. I collected the microphone and went to the centre of the field.
You are all welcome to bid my mother a final farewell to the land of the dead! She might have been a prostitute, she might have committed untold numbers of abortions, and she might have slept with the married, the single, the poor and the rich! She might have done untold evil before God and man but she was my mother! And for the times I spent with her, there is no better mother in this world! All what you people say about her are her past! I did not know her like that! I know her as a repented born again Christian that sacrificed her life for me! She has been sick for the past fifteen years and had purposely stayed away so that I could go to school and become somebody in life, she could have come home with her sickness so that we rally round for money and treat her but she refused! She was suffering while I was schooling. That act of hers means a lot to me!
My mother was a product of her environment! She was not given an opportunity for a good life as we all know the story of her mother too. As a child she was not given the privilege of a better life so she took that choice which was available to her, her mother’s foot steps! And what most of you do not know is that, that prostitute! That runaway woman! That woman not fit enough to marry my father! That pig! Did not die of HIV but of Cancer! And she is today in heaven with her maker! She repented of her sins years back and had been serving God. You that is condemning her, where will you be when you leave this world?
There was murmuring in the crowd but I continued.
If anyone should bear this woman any grudge in this village then it should be me! ‘The abandoned Child’! But I do not! Rather I love her so much! I love her so much it hurts me to loose her. I wish she had lived long enough to allow me take care of her. My mother is resting in the bosom of the lord. Where will you go when you die?
When you point an accusing finger at some one, three of your own fingers point back at you! So check yourself before you wreck your self instead of being busy indulging in malicious village gossips! Most of you that are here today did not as much as visited her when she was sick! You stayed back spreading rumour that she has a contagious disease! None of you came around to offer a cup of herb as help! No one! But today you all have come to drink and eat and shed crocodile tears as if you cared! The dead woman was contagious abi? But the food and drinks at her funeral are not contagious abi? I never knew my mother was so popular! Hypocrites all of you! Don’t you people have shame? Some of you even came to me two days ago to demand for certain rites to be performed before my mother is buried! You claimed you were her family members! Jesu Christi o! So my mother has family in this village! Wonders shall never seize! Where have you been all these while? You said I should provide a big Ram and a gallon of palm oil for the rites abi? Don’t worry I will give you an Elephant! Thieves all of you!
One after the other the crowd dispersed leaving their foods half eaten. Some turned their foods into nylon bags and left with it, some hid the wraps of moi moi, amala and pounded yam inside their agbada while they poured the thick egusi soup with orisirisi meat into their caps and left with it. Some did not even bulge; they sat there and ate to their fill while some others were busy pouring left over foods into sacks before scurrying out of my presence.
My mother was buried on my fenced plot of land given to me by the community. I wished she had brought her things from Lagos as I so much desired to have her old pictures, her pictures when she was young and beautiful but all I have are the ones I took as I met her at home sick. Those are the pictures my Children will see. The sick face of their grand mother who sacrificed her life so their daddy could get an education.
ASP Bamidele Fapohunda invited all his children and grand children for the Christmas holiday with the sole purpose of introducing me to the family.
I did not start up well with the eldest daughter who should be fourteen years older than me, Auntie Esther who lives with her Police husband at Abuja.
I greeted her when I entered the sitting room upon invitation by Baba and she mistakenly asked me a question that annoyed me.
Hope you are not still mourning the death of your mother? Sorry o! She had said
Why are you sorry? I asked her. Do you have a hand in her death?
Ha! Every one in the room was shocked at my reaction. Baba was not in the room then.
What sort of answer is that Bolaji? Do you have something against me before? She asked.
Yes I do! I said angrily. You chased away my mother out of your dad’s house years back in Lagos! You said she was not good enough for your dad!
Yes we did! She retorted. Your mother was a prostitute!
And what were you? I asked. A saint abi? Have you never slept with any other man apart from your husband? Did you do it for free or with a little gratification from the man? Have you never had a boyfriend that sleeps with you and gives you money or gifts? If you have, then you have no moral right to call another woman a prostitute! I challenged.
Meaning what? She asked.
Meaning the kettle should not call the pot ‘the black one’
Your mother was a professional! She said.
You were an amateur! I fired back.
There was noise in the house as everyone started complaining and cautioning us until Baba himself came and shouted every one down
What is happening here? He demanded from no one in particular.
This boy is so rude! Auntie Esther said.
Which boy? Tunde? Baba asked.
No! This one behind your back! She said pointing at me.
You must be very stupid to point a finger at me and refer to me as ‘this one’! Who the hell do you think you are? You must have a loose nut in your brain box to call me a boy at my age! What arrogance! Are you feeding me? I challenged her furiously. If not for the presence of your husband here and for the presence of Baba you would have seen the mad side of me today! How dare you call my late mother a prostitute in my presence? My own mother! If you had not chased her out of your fathers house in Lagos years back who knows maybe she would be alive today? She was ready to turn a new leaf and settle with Baba after the death of your mother! Why did you not give her a chance? I asked shouting.
When did this one happen, Esther? Baba asked; did you at anytime chase his mother away from my house in Lagos?
Yes we did daddy! The second daughter answered; we were young and the death of mama was still fresh on our minds. We did not welcome the idea of another woman coming into our family at that time. We were teenagers!
But that was about three years after we lost your mother nah! All of you were in boarding school then and I was lonely! But how come I never learnt about it until now? Baba asked.
They threatened her never to come back to your house. They were on holidays then so my mother waited until resumption of school before going back to check on you but was told you had been transferred back to the north, she made several attempts to reach you at the office but you were always on patrol. She had her baby alone and she later came to drop me with my grandma in the Village. She told grandma I was your son. My grandma did not reveal your identity to me until she died after which you retired and came back home. I explained.
I am sorry! I am sorry for all of these! Baba said; it is my entire fault and I accept full responsibility. Em, Mobolaji, these are your elder ones! Please accord them the respect they deserve! I have never known you to be rude or arrogant as a youth. And you Esther! You don’t call a twenty eight years old man a boy in his father’s house! It is not done! Now, Mobolaji! Oya, apologize to your sister!
I went before her and prostrated
E ma bi nu ma! I am sorry ma! I apologized to the husband too and to other relations present.
The Introductions were done and I was inducted into the Fapohunda family. Baba was to go to my mother’s family home and carry out some traditional rites before claiming me fully. In my part of the world, the man owns the child no matter the circumstance of birth, married or not.
I suddenly became a part of a larger family, I have six elder step sisters and their children, my nieces and nephews that followed me about where ever I went in the Village. I was their only maternal uncle and the kids were all over me with loads of questions. My sisters try to please me one way or the other to cover up for the past years that I was alone. Bu I did not need their help, I was self made. No gap for them to fill so they remained indebted to me some how and I liked it that way.
My father shed fresh tears on the day I narrated my ordeal in the hands of the Police Officers at Owerri to him. He screamed again when I pulled off my clothes for him to see my body as I was narrating how I was burnt with hot pressing iron while dangling naked from the ceiling with legs tied. He swore to consult the oracle and send Sango the god of thunder to them, he was furious but I had not finished the story then, when I told him about the rescue by the Navy and the VIP treatment of Oga Dan and my so called girl friend Chioma by the naval police and the eventual arrest of the police officers and other culprits, he was happy that justice eventually prevailed. He was saddened by my sack from the NDA, he would have been more proud to be the father of a military engineer. But he thanked God for my life all the same.
My dad insisted we visit Uncle Adegoke’s family before I proceed for the national youth service exercise in January. He felt indebted to the man.
So my dad, my two eldest sisters with their husbands and my friend Akin went to Ibadan in three Cars to pay the Adegoke’s a surprise visit. The boots of our Cars were filled with Yams from Baba’s farm.
Uncle Goke was not expecting us that Saturday morning around 10.00AM, he was dressed in his farm clothes in company of his son Gbadebo and was about entering his car when I pushed the pedestrian gate open and greeted him hastily as I made to open the bigger gates for our small company. Our cars drove in one after the other and parked while he stood with his machete handy looking at us.
I prostrated and greeted him before introducing my people to him. He was confused at first until I told him that the much talked about Baba landlord is actually my biological father! He was happy and he prostrated and greeted my father.
We spent the whole Saturday feasting with the Adegoke’s. It was like a family re union. Like both families have been friends for ages.
My new dad thanked Uncle Adegoke for his efforts in my life; he went into one of the Cars and came back with an envelope.
Please take this as a token of my appreciation. I understand you are into Agriculture, this is the document of my land at Old Ife road, and it is a five hectare parcel of land. Take, it is yours.
Ha! No sir! I can’t take it sir! Please I can’t! Uncle Goke refused
Look! Adegoke! I have forty hectares of land in different parts of Ibadan alone! Common take this thing from me joor!
Uncle Goke collected the envelope and prostrated in gratitude.
In the evening, the men sat outside under the Car port to discuss and drink while the women were indoors preparing dinner. Around 7.30PM there was a knock at the pedestrian gate, Gbadebo rushed to attend to the gate. It was Yemisi who had just returned from school. Gbadebo jumped on her and ushered her into the compound carrying her traveling back on his head. She came into the compound and was shocked to see cars and strange men seated with her father. She knelt down and greeted every one before coming to hug her father. Our eyes locked and we smiled at each other before she proceeded to the house.
Is that your daughter? My father asked Uncle Goke.
Yes sir! My first daughter! He replied
Is that the girl you told me about? Dad directed the question at me but I pretended not to hear him
Mobolaji! He called.
Sir! Sir! I replied feigning surprise
Is that Goke’s daughter you told me about? Is she the one that is studying medicine in the university? He asked
Yes? She is studying medicine at the university, Mr. Goke offered, and what did Bolaji tell you about her?
They are in love! He wishes to marry her if you would allow him! My father said.
Jesu Christi o! I shouted as I got up and ran out of their presence. I opened the pedestrian gate and ran to the nearest beer parlour. This man had killed me!
I was at the beer parlour consuming my third bottle of Gulder at 8.00PM when Akin and Yemisi came to meet me there
Ol boy! You no go come house? Akin asked
Guy! Which kind man be this my Papa nah? Who send am message? I beg na wetin happen back there? I asked. My love, are you okay? Hope you were not embarrassed in any way? I asked.
Everything is okay! She said. They called me out and asked if what your father said was the truth!
Jesu Christi o! And what did you say? I asked
She was confused at first when they introduced Baba to her as your father, Akin offered; she was just looking at her dad and Baba until I explained to her that you just discovered your father recently and he has come to shoe gratitude to her family for their role in your life. But BJ, I like this your Babe o! she did not give them an answer, she insisted on speaking with you first until her father asked her if you guys are in a relationship and she said yes.
Then what happened? I asked
Your father jumped up and started to sing and dance! Akin said
My God! Come here my love! I pulled Yemisi closer and apologized for my fathers behavior. I paid the bills of my drink and we walked out of the Bar.
I am sorry for the embarrassment my love, please I am very sorry! I was not prepared for this at all that was why I ran, I did not know how your dad would react. I should have known that old man had some tricks up his sleeves when he insisted we came to Ibadan with other family members! He had it all planned out! I tried to explain.
It is okay! She said; I was equally shocked because you would have informed me some how before bringing your family to meet mine for marriage talk.
No! No! Far from it! I said, it was supposed to be an appreciation visit! After I narrated the role your father played in my life to my new found dad, he insisted he must see them! Of course I told him about you too, I said you were still in school but I will wait until you graduate. He said delay was dangerous! He said we can get married while you are still in school, I told him we would need to discuss it and agree together, I mean you and I. that was all we discussed about you and I until he came and embarrassed me. In fact my love, a lot has happened in my life since the last time we saw, it’s been about a year now abi?
Yes! There about. She concurred
My love, I would have been dead! In fact I died and resurrected! A lot happened! Quite a lot! I even ventured into the Army! I would have come to visit you at school in military regalia as a lieutenant!
Ha! For real? What happened? She asked as we approached their gate.
Yes dear! But it was not to be! I could not withstand the vigorous training at NDA. I said.
Oh! Why nah? She asked.
I was broken into pieces by some disgruntled Police men. The men that killed me! My dear, it’s a long story joor! But I will tell you all of it tonight.
We entered the compound through the pedestrian gate only to see my father dancing to the music of Orlando Owo while telling them of his escapades as a police officer. Every one was outside listening to him.
I wanted to sneak into the house through the side of a car parked close to the front door when Yemisi’s mother called out.
Our inlaw! Run away in-law! Come here o!
Jesu Christi o! I exclaimed. I wanted to turn and flee again but Akin held me back launghing.
Iro ni o! It’s a lie! You are not running away again! He said as he grabbed me by my belt.
Yemisi’s mother got up and danced towards me.
Oko mi! My husband! Don’t worry! Don’t be embarrassed! It is all settled! Your father is a very wonderful man, he had it all planned out without telling you, but we have discussed in detail now.
What did you people discuss please? I asked.
Everything about you and my daughter’s marriage! She said.
What of your husband? How did he react? I asked.
Will he marry his daughter? She asked. Meanwhile I had told him to expect such move from you in no distant future. My daughter does not keep any secret from me so I have of your relationship from the day you had your eyes on her when you saw how matured she had grown! Remember that last time you visited?
Mummy I remember o! Phew! Jesu o seun o! I exclaimed.
She laughed heartily and pulled me to her husband who got up and hugged me passionately.
We need to talk sir! I told him. I need to give you an update of what has happened to me since we last saw each other.
So while my dad was busy telling the people about February 3rd, I followed Uncle Goke into the sitting room, I beckoned at my love to follow me. We sat down around the centre table and I told them everything that I had been through in the past twelve months. The high point was when I pulled off my clothes and showed them my body. Those outside ran into the house when they heard the screams from Uncle Goke and Yemisi.
Yemisi however went through the scars and promised that she would help me get some ointment that would clear the scars appreciable. That’s my Doctor speaking! I said while the whole house laughed. She was twenty years old and just finished her three hundred levels.
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