Monday, 2 October 2017

Bring Him Back (Part 2)



“She was about going down on me when she started convulsing,” Abdul had explained amid stutters and fearful looks around. “Then all of a sudden she went absolutely still. I think she is dead.”
And she was indeed dead. Neither Tuoyo nor I were doctors, but after a few cursory checks, we confirmed our friend’s fear that his young lover was dead. I instantly became panicky too, with ugly scenarios of a police enquiry and arrest running through my head. I began screaming at Abdul, asking him what he had done to her, and he kept insisting that he had done nothing, barely touched her.
This scared and confused banter went on between the two of us till Tuoyo, who surprisingly remained calm, suggested we dump the girl’s body fast, shocking us both.
“We can’t do that,” Abdul had told him, “her friends know she's out with me. As a matter of fact, her mother knows me and knows she’s out with me too. What do I say to her?”
Abdul was, like me, a married man but that did not stop him from keeping girlfriends and picking up girls whenever the will came on him. Letty had been one of his favourite side chicks and I was aware that her mother knew her daughter was dating a married man but didn’t disapprove of it since Abdul took good care of her financially.
Abdul was shaking and prancing about like his shoes were full of hot coals. “I am done for. How do I explain this to anyone? My life is finished. How do I explain this to the police, how do I prove I did not kill her…”
“Let’s take her to the hospital or police station. When they do an autopsy, it will be clear that you did not kill her…” I had tried to reassure him.
“Autopsy in this country?” Abdul had waved it off. “I’m done for, men, I’m done for. The scandal… they will sack me straight at work. Then court case, endlessly awaiting trial. Am I going to jail? Ahhhhhh, I can’t report to any police station o, I can’t. That will be tantamount to me putting rope around my own neck by myself.”
Then Tuoyo had brought it up. That horrid idea that stank of sheer madness and diabolism, and which in fact would have been ludicrously funny if not for the morbidity of the situation we were in.
“I know this Priest in Badagry that can bring her back.”
That had been it. A brief statement that had the power to put an instant halt to the argument Abdul and I had been having.
Don’t be silly, was the first thought that had come to my head but I never formed them into words in the light of the seriousness on his face and Abdul’s instant reaction to the statement.
“Really? Are you sure of that?” My tall, charismatic, slightly pot-bellied yet handsome friend had exclaimed. And without waiting for Tuoyo’s response, he had added, “If that’s the case, what are waiting for?”
And that had been it, the tiny voice of reason in my head stood no chance. I had gone with them, certain Tuoyo’s crazy suggestion was just a waste of time, a total absurdity. They would have to go with my suggestion in the end. Tuoyo had driven with me beside him and Abdul in the backseat with the girl, eyes tightly shut like someone in a nightmare.
It had all been very surreal and nightmarish, and even more unreal now in retrospect. Tuoyo taking us to that small house in Badagry, little bigger than a hut, secluded and close to the rocky shores of the sea; and my two friends carrying the dead girl in. I had refused to go with them and stayed put in the car.
It had been a long wait, an eerie one too, being in that vehicle in which a young girl had died. But to me, it was better than going into the hut with them to witness whatever madness was going on.
I had finally slept off and when they woke me, it was already dawn. They had the girl with them and though they had to half-drag her into the back seat, still half-naked, big breasts bobbing gently, I noted with utmost shock that she was moving. They had indeed brought her back to life!
“I don’t think you know what you are talking about,” I said now to my wife. “What Tuoyo, Abdul and that Priest did with that girl, whatever it was, was terrible beyond description. You know that’s why I have distanced myself from those two. I don’t understand how you can even suggest…”
“I don’t care if it’s terrible or evil. They brought her back, and I want him back too.”
“Folake…”
“I have nothing without him, my life is meaningless… If I can't have him what am I still doing on earth? I better just die. And I will do it, you know, If I can't have him back, I will kill myself.”
“Why are you talking like this! You have me, how can you say have nothing?” I was on her now, shaking her as I whispered these words fiercely.
“You? You? And how long will it be before you get yourself another woman? There’s nothing wrong with you, you can still have kids, how long before you set yourself free from a barren woman?”
I was stunned. Where was all this coming from? “Folake, stop this…”
“All your friends needed to pay was a hundred thousand naira, with a little extra for a goat, you told me so yourself, so what’s the problem now? We have money, we have lots of it, so why won’t you do it, why won’t you bring my baby back?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
She scoffed.
“And I can't even be so sure it really happened that way, that she was truly brought back from the dead. I was drunk, we were all drunk. What if she hadn’t really been dead?” I added.
“Don’t give me that. You know it was all real. In any case, we can try, we can at least try. Please, Jide, let’s try. Please bring back my baby.”
And there we stood, Folake and I, in my son’s blue room, watching his still form in that little bed of his with its headboard shaped like Winnie the Pooh and his tons of toys surrounding us, contemplating and actually thinking of doing this thing – this madness.
Even without saying yes, I knew I would do it for her; I would do anything for her. She was my wife and I loved her dearly. There was nothing I would not do for her.


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