Abasiama having walked for long, weary and feeble sat on a heap of sand by the river bank. She sat there staring into empty spaces. It was busy for fisher men went about their activities and those with commercial boats and ferries went about theirs too. It was quite noisy. There were those that sold fishes to customers by bank of the river. Her mind had gone back to Stinger, there something that attracted her to him and even Kaylah,
Abasiama: “Or is because I’ve soft spot for them?” she asked.
She felt very complete around- it was a feel of being whole again but she couldn’t explain why she felt that way around them.
Abasiama: “I don’t know them from Adam!” she sighed cupping her face in her hands.
She dragged herself from the spot where she was seated to where she’d board a boat,
Abasiama: “Old Essien town,how much?” she said to the young boys who were loading their boats and chatting.
They turned and looked at her,
Boat boy 1: “I am not going there!” he shook the head and threw his gaze to his friend.
Abasiama followed his gaze,
Boat boy 2: “three thousand five!”
She was shocked,
Abasiama: “Ah, my child, is that not little bit on a high side?”
Boat boy 2: “It isn’t my fault, ma. It’s recession and the raise in dollar!”
She shook her head and muttered to herself,
Abasiama: “How has increase in dollar affect transport fare,mbok? How are they even related?”
Boat boy 2: “Uhm, bring three thousand,mama!”
Abasiama: “I’ll give you two thousand and I can’t go higher than that!”
His friend nudged him to accept,
Boat boy 2: “Okay, bring it!”
She hopped into the boat without her exhausted mind refusing to think about anything. There was no more fight left in her. She had given up on seeing her children. Maybe they weren’t meant to meet.
Mr Assanga was pacing about in the living room, his wife curled up on the longest couch sobbing. Malcolm was seated on the arm of that couch.
Mr Assanga: “Malcolm, what had come over you? why would you tell such a vital thing in front of an outsider?” he stared angry at his son.
Malcolm dropped his head,
Malcolm: “I’m sorry, dad. I wasn’t thinking!”
Mr Assanga shook his head,he paused and stared at Malcolm,
Mr Assanga: “By the way, how did you get to know?”
Mrs Assanga was still sobbing as the men continued talking,
Malcolm: “I found it. I saw the adoption papers in one of your hidden boxes!”
Mr Assanga sighed and shook his head,
Mr Assanga: “You would have consulted us first!”
Kaylah hadn’t returned home since she left the house. Her phones were switched all efforts to get to her was futile.
Mrs Assanga stood up from the couch and faced the men,
Mrs Assanga: “If anything happens to my daughter I won’t ever forgive any of you!” she ran into her room sobbing.
Mr Assanga took his car keys and bolted out, Malcolm ran after him. They knew they were both in trouble if they return without her. They both shares in the blame.
Stinger was yet to be transferred to the maximum prison at Lagos. He wasn’t allowed any visitors but Kaylah had managed to convince the officers with plea and a tip.
Officer 1: “No take time o! sharp sharp abeg!”
Officer 2: “na risky tin shey you know?”
She nodded and thanked them,
Kaylah: “I am grateful!”
She was directed to a small room,
Officer 2: “Wait here!”
She sat on a chair. It was a small room with a small bulb. The light wasn’t enough to lit the whole room. It was a semi dark room. She sat down the anger she felt towards her foster parents had faded. It had melted. She couldn’t be more grateful. Who knows with them she would have being either dead or roaming around the street. They loved her as their own. She never could have suspected that they weren’t her parents if Malcolm didn’t tell her.
Kaylah: “I’m sorry, mum. I’m sorry dad!” she whispered to herself as she rested the chin on her hands on the table.
Trampling of feet’s made her jerk. Stinger was been dragged to the room,
Officer 2: “Siddon there! And I give you just five minutes!”
Stinger gave him a stern look. The officer stood by the door,
Stinger: “You didn’t have to come!” he looked away as she tried looking at his swollen face.
Kaylah: “See what they did to you?” she said with tears in her eyes.
Stinger: “It’s not like I don’t deserve it,anywhere!”
Kaylah: “You were nice to me,Ifiok. I won’t let you rot in here!”
Stinger bite his lower lips; he didn’t want to get emotion.
Stinger: “Leave me,please. I do not deserve any kind gestures from you!”
She just kept a unwavering stare at him- it was as if she was trying to reach out to something missing in him. She felt like family. He was endeared to her in a way siblings would to each other. She felt same way.
Officer 2: “Time up,madam! “ jacked Stinger by the hand, “Oya carry go!” he pushed him using the stick in his hand.
Stinger stared at her as he was taken to his cell. She walked out and leaned by the door crying.
Mr Assanga and Malcolm had arrived the police station to file a report about the missing Kaylah,
Officer 1: “How she be?”
As they were given a description of how she looked, Kaylah walked out. They were dumbfounded. They rushed towards her.
“What are you doing here?” they both chorused.
The police officers looked at each other and then turned their gazes to them,
Kaylah: “I’m sorry dad. I’m sorry, Malcolm!”
Mr Assanga: “No worries at all! We had come to file a report that you were missing!”
Malcolm: “I was thinking you’d been kidnapped again!”
She shook her head,
Officer1: “Na she bi dis?”
They nodded, “Ah,what a small world. Chai!”
They led her to the car. In the car they feasted on silence. No one said a word to another. Malcolm drove as fast as he could.
Mr Assanga,his wife,Malcolm and Kaylah had come to the motherless babies home where she was adopted. The woman running the place was young and beautiful. They had the same pointed nose like Kaylah. They narrated their story to her,
Young woman heaved,
Young woman:” I know of your story very well, “she said to them as she attended to them.
She wasn’t the one that gave them Kaylah. She couldn’t be. Judging from her age she must have been born around that time too. She told them that the one who could help them was Old nurse, her mother who used to run the place but old age and stroke had made her bedridden.
Kaylah was in tears. Did that mean she wasn’t going to know who her real parents were?
Mrs Assanga: “Can you take us to her, please!”
Young woman: “it would be of no use cos she can’t talk!”
Mr Assanga and Malcolm: “Take us please!”
Young woman sighed,
Young woman: “Let’s go!”
They followed her out. Kaylah just followed not that she had any hope. She couldn’t tell how she felt.
Mr Assanga held her as they walked to the car.
Questions: Would Old Nurse be able to help them out? Do you think Abasiama would ever meet her children again?
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