Chapter 35

I am used to different kinds of pain…emotional or
physical…It must have been necessary for the
profession I chose. But Bayo’s death brought an
unimaginable kind of pain. I wasnt used to it. I
caused his death. If I had escaped on my own from
the park he wouldn’t have been dead. I thought of
him from the beginning…from the moment I woke
up and saw him..I remembered being his
conductor…I remembered his love for Chelsea…
I was on my knees…infront of me lay my
brother…someone who was ready to give up
everything for a stranger like me…just because he
liked me. His eyes were rolled backwards….his
mouth slightly ajar…the offensive smell of death
filled the air…
Airport security surrounded us…they asked if I
knew him…silence…they asked if I had witnessed
the murder. ..silence…some mobile police
manning the entrance, came and pushed me
away…they must have suspected that a killer wont
be on his knees infront of the dead…a traveller
said I was a doctor working for the airport, another
whispered that it was Boko haram that killed
him…flights were temporarily cancelled…
Cynthia was calling but I ignored the calls…Infront
of me ,Bayo’s corpse was lifted and taken to an
awaiting Ambulance….
I lodged in at Ikeja Airport hotel, the jaguar I had
hoped not to see in a while was packed in
Tantalizers…Allen junction.
I dialled Cynthia’s number. ..
Me: where are you?
Cynthia; I am at accra now, Mr Ahmed’s people
are taking me to kwame Nkrumah Circle…where
are you?
Me: im still in Nigeria. .
Cynthia: why?
Me: Bayo is dead….
Cynthia: oh my God….oh my God…please
come…please. ..
Me: there are somethings I must finish…if not you
and I will keep running for the rest of our lives…
Cynthia: we can go anywhere in the world. ..you
know we can!
Me: for Bayo…I must stay…just for a while…
Cynthia: when will I see you…
Me: very soon…I trust Mr Ahmed…he will take
care of you…
Cynthia: I love you….im sorry about Bayo…im
sorry…
I hung up…
The world seemed bigger than normal, and I was
smaller…I remembered when I went to pick him up
at the hospital…I had asked him why he looked
sad..he told me…in less than two hours in which
he was at the gate….too many dead people have
been brought in…he wondered if we would be
among….
I screamed…but the pain showed no abating. ..I
screamed some more….then I cried…I pulled
everything I wore and cried…I cried till I started
laughing. …then I cried again…
My phone rang…
Me: Hello
Caller: its me Mr Ahmed…
Me: yes…
Mr Ahmed: my boys told you didnt arrive with our
lady Cynthia. ..
Me: no I didnt…
Mr Ahmed: perhaps you can join me at Aluminium
village at Dopemu…say 11:30pm…
Me: im sorry I Can’t. ..I am working on something
Mr Ahmed: I assure you it will be worth your
time…
Me:ok…
Mr Ahmed : im sorry about your friend’s death. ..
Me:…how did you….dnt bother…
Mr Ahmed: 11:30…I just arrived lagos
myself. ..see you soon…

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3 Responses

  1. How did he know about Bayo’s death?

  2. Dis story make sense well well. Am intrigued.

  3. nice writeup…..glued to this tory

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