“Its Ok, you can come over to my place” Debbie said.
“You can now see he is a liar. He has no visitors at all. He is running to you because i told him i would visit him this night” I said.
“But wait, what are you going to do to him here?” She asked with her eyes wide open.
It was a delicate question that needed to be answered carefully. She was already afraid but she also knew that she was neck deep into the whole set up.
“Debbie, the Chigbo guy is also an Igbo man like us. We can’t harm our own people” I said in a weak attempt to convince her that we won’t do harm to Chigbo.
“Yes, but he also tried to get into your apartment and harm you in Almere” she countered.
“Everybody is not the same. I am going to warn him to stay off my back. We have no weapons here and we haven’t come to fight. You will bear me witness that i warned him off my back because after today, if he come after me again, i will have no other option than to go after him as well” I said.
“Uhm, what about the Hennessy, give me money so that i can go and buy it” She said.
I detected some irregularities from her voice. She wasn’t going out to just buy Hennessy and return. She was going out to have the chance to call Chigbo and warn him not to come over to her place.
Even if i asked her to keep her phone with us, she could have known Chigbo’s phone number offhand and could have called him from a payphone.
“What do you have in the fridge?” I asked.
“Just beer and juice” She said.
“I will take a can of beer, what about you Rob” I said.
Robin went for beer as well.
There was no more need for Debbie to go out, but she tried a different plan.
“I still want to go and buy some bread for the night, there is nothing to eat here” She said.
“Debbie, pay attention. I have already given you my word that i won’t harm your visitor. I am not a bad man and it would be a shame if i put you in any trouble. You are my African sister irrespective of the differences in out countries. You will wait here until Chigbo comes, then you can go out and buy whatever you want. I believe you want to go out to have the opportunity to alert him not to come. I also want you to believe that i know where he lives in Wesserplein in Gein. If i wanted to harm him, i could have just gone there without your knowledge. I wanted him here so that he will know that he can’t escape my network if i want him dead. So let me repeat my promise to you, i won’t harm Chigbo, or atleast i won’t do that here. Do you understand?”
She nodded and remained where she was seated.
We talked about how she was going to behave when Chigbo showed up.
“When he knocks on the door, i will go and hide at the back of the door, you will then open and allow him in. Close the door as soon as he walks in. The rest of the thing that will happen depends on me” I said.
“Rest of the thing that will happen? I don’t understand” She said.
“Debbie, we have gone through this. I dont want to continue to repeat myself, i won’t Harm Mr. Chigbo; atleast not here in your apartment”
She nodded and remained where she was.
“Tell me about Zimbabwe” I said in a bid to kill time while we waited for Chigbo.
“What do you want to Know?” She asked.
It was very easy to detect fear in her statements, which woman wouldn’t be scared anyway?
A lot depended on what would happen in a few minutes. If we managed to harm Chigbo in her apartment, which was extremely possible despite my promises, she would have to answer police questions later.
Secondly, she might have to abandon that apartment.
I didn’t know how smart or clever she was but apparently, she knew that i restricted her from going outside. She was a captive already and didn’t really knew how long it would last.
“I heard there was a man called Morgan who wouldn’t allow President Mugabe to rest” I said.
“Yes, the people liked Mugabe more. Mr. Morgan is pro west and wants the British to continue being our lords in our own country. Mr. Mugabe said that the British are not the friends of Africa and many people believed him. He gave examples of what the British did to our people but Mr. Morgan couldn’t come up with anything good the British did for our economy except coming to our country to take our lands and our resources. So when elections comes up, people always voted for President Mugabe” She said.
“But why couldn’t Mr. Mugabe find someone younger with the same ideologies as his, hand power over to him and rest? He is old you know” I asked.
“I can’t answer that one, i guess it was the reason why he didn’t have the support of the entire country but we are afraid that Mr. Morgan Twsangarai could hand our lands back to the English” She said.
“I am impressed, you seem to know the internal politics of your country” I said.
“Yes, almost everybody in Zimbabwe knows about what’s happening in the country. The economy has gone down to the lowest due to the sanctions from the English and their friends including the United States. They also blocked the Russians and the Chinese from helping us. People began to get hungry and ask questions; that was how everybody knew that it was the English that was causing our problems. But Mr. Mugabe told the country that it would be better to suffer now and become free and rich later than to continue to eat from the remains of what the English left over” She said.
“I didn’t know you are this intelligent in foreign policy. I still wonder why you fell for the Chigbo when he didn’t tell you why he wanted to track me” I said.
“It was all about money. I have to pay for my rent here and buy foods too. Nigerian men are the only Africans who can readily give you money here in Europe. Men from Ghana, Cameroun, Kenya and worst of all, South Africa won’t even give you a dime. So sometimes, i did what i wasn’t supposed to do just to get the money and … ” She was saying when a knock came on the door.
“Its Him” She whispered As we stood up together and went to the door.
“Who is there?” Debbie asked at the same time the second knock hit the door.