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Ikenna heard his uncle snarl at the lady
to keep quiet and hand him her handbag. When she did not respond, he saw him
bring out something from his pocket which to his horror turned out to be a
knife. “See this knife? If you no co-operate, I go stab you.”
Aunty Njideka handed over her bag then and
at that same moment, someone else approached them. It was an old man, obviously
just passing through. “If you shout, I go chook
you,” Uncle Chudi threatened her as the old man got nearer. When he got to the
point at which they stood, the old man noticed something was amiss but did not
interfere, instead he hastened his steps and hurried out of the alley.
Ikenna watched his uncle take something
out of her handbag after a brief search before handing the bag back to her. Then
he searched her pockets and took out yet another thing. He felt terrible to the
pits of his stomach. What his uncle was doing was very wrong and he wished he
could stop him. But how? He was even more scared of him now that he knew what
he was capable of. If he had known all along that his plan was a criminal one,
he would not have been so willing to be a part of it.
“Oya,
let’s go,” Uncle Chudi said to him when he was through with his operation.
As they ran out of the alley together, Ikenna
stole one last look back at Aunty Njideka. Something told him she was crying
and the thought wrenched at his heart, making him feel worse than he ever had
in his life.
You
are a bad boy, he thought to himself.
********
“Our plan went perfectly well, Ikenna.” His
uncle was smiling like the cat that got the biggest fish in the soup pot as he
counted the stolen money. They were back home, in Uncle Chudi’s residence which
was a small room that was furnished only with a bed, a clothes hanger and a plastic
chair. Uncle Chudi was sitting on the bed with the items he had stolen from the
lady spread out before him, while Ikenna occupied the plastic chair, eyeing him
sullenly.
“Nna
men, that lady was loaded. Five thousand, five hundred naira! And see this phone
of hers; android phone! It will fetch cool cash.”
“But uncle, what we just did is stealing.
It is very bad.” The words burst out of Ikenna before he could stop them. He
couldn’t help it; he was very disappointed in his uncle and felt bad about the
part he had played in the robbery.
Immediately, the grin on his uncle’s face
was wiped off and replaced with an angry look. “You dey craze!” he began angrily in pidgin before lapsing back into
Ibo. “You think it is clear eyes they use to make money? See your mouth like
‘stealing’. It is called sense. Smartness. You have to be smart to make money!”
Ikenna stared down at his toes. He was in complete
disagreement with his uncle and wanted to say as much: he wanted to argue with
him that there were many people that had become rich without committing crimes…
that being smart did not have to involve stealing. But the angry look in his
uncle’s eyes robbed him of the courage to speak.
Taking his silence for agreement, Uncle
Chudi smiled again. “You did a good job today and I will reward you with a good
meal. Eat well and prepare for evening.”
Ikenna’s head shot up in alarm. “Evening?”
“Yes, of course. Won’t we continue working?
We are going to carry out the plan again and again; we will continue making
cool money.”
Uncle Chudi took him to a canteen for a
heavy meal of fufu and vegetable soup, and afterwards, they returned home to
rest before going out in the evening for another round of robbery.
As he laid on the concrete floor listening
to his uncle snore contentedly away on the mattress beside him, Ikenna began to
draw up a plan of his own. He could not continue to let this evil go on. It
needed to stop!
He kept staring at the rectangular piece
of plastic in his hand. It was Aunty Njideka’s ID card. It had been in her
wallet and Uncle Chudi had roughly tossed it aside when he was bringing out her
money to count.
The ID card had her office address and it
was around this that his little plan began to form. Her office was not far from
where the robbery had happened so it would not be hard for him to locate it. He
knew this because it was a big building not far from the alley the robbery had
happened at, and had a very noticeable signboard. He could just go to her
office, return the ID and cashless wallet to her, apologize and then show her where
she could get his uncle arrested.
But the thing was, did he have the courage
to do that? Turn his uncle over like that? What if he ended up unable to locate
her, where would he tell his uncle he had gone off to? What if he she got him
arrested instead of his uncle?
In the end, he just had to work up the
courage to do it. He could not bear the thought of continuing to be a pawn in
his uncle’s robbery scheme. What if they got arrested one day, or what if one
of the victims proved stubborn and got killed in the process of the robbery?
So he took the four hundred naira change
his uncle had placed on the table and slipped out of the room without him noticing.
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