Bella pled with Tania for her life but the latter was determined to end Bella’s life.
Tania: “Yes, I deliberately rammed the car because I wanted Dayo dead, and even now I still want him dead, to pave the way for the child that I will bear for Dami. But my annoyance is that, you used me, you manipulated me for your selfish reason. Still, you are looking for information to ruin me, now you have the information, but you will not live to recount it” she said and pressed the trigger. Two things happened; one the gun clicked empty, and Tania suddenly began to feel dizzy, the gun dropped from her hands and she fell to the floor. Everywhere became dark in her eyes, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Bella took to her heels, crying and screaming, she ran alone on the deserted path. Skyby carried Tania in his arms, and took her to the hospital, in his car. So, he was there when the doctor told Tania, who had been revived, that she was not sick, but pregnant.
Tania: “Doctor, are you for real? I am really pregnant?” she asked with excitement.
Doctor: “Yes, you are pregnant”
Tania: “Dami is going to be very pleased when I tell him this” she said to herself, oblivious of Skyby standing in a corner.
Skyby became thoughtful, he had been having unprotected sex with Tania, which was against the rules of engagement, and now she was pregnant. He couldn’t tell if the child was his or her husband’s. He was told to monitor her and get her to confess to her crimes, not sleep with her and make babies. It so happened, that an eye witness at the scene of the accident had told the police that Tania suddenly swerved and rammed her car, even when there was no oncoming vehicle in her path. The police concluded that it could only be intentional, but because they did not have a motive, they had resorted to a covert operation to get her to confess.
Skyby: “Have you thought of the fact that this child could be mine?” he asked suddenly.
Tania: “No way in hell, this child belongs to my husband. I had plenty copulation with my husband before I met you. I am certain that this child is my husband’s” she said vehemently and turned her face away.
When morning came, Dayo left the church and began to wander the streets of Oshogbo, asking people for Madam Lagos. But no one knew who he was talking about. The day he left the church, he wandered without eating, but from the second day, he began to go to restaurants to wash dishes, and as a reward, they would give him food.
He left off washing dishes in restaurants and began to do ‘Alabaru’ in the market, carrying people’s load for a fee. One fateful day, Khadijat’s mother came to the market to buy food stuffs. It was her first time out of the house since her husband’s death. She wore a black gown with black hijab. She had bought all the things she needed and was standing in the market when Dayo approached her.
Dayo: “Iya wa, let me carry your load for you for hundred naira” he said.
Khadijat’s mother: “You don’t look like a street child, what are you doing here?” she asked, not knowing that she was talking to her grandson.
Dayo: “I am looking for Madam Lagos, it was the reason I left Lagos to come to Oshogbo.” He replied.
Khadijat’s mother: “I don’t know anybody by that name. But if you insist on carrying the load, I don’t mind, but you must promise to come in when we reach my destination, so that you can have something to eat and drink” she said.
Dayo: “Thank you ma, I would appreciate it” he replied with excitement.
Khadijat’s mother: “How old are you?” she asked as the boy carried the load on his head.
Dayo: “I am eleven years old, almost twelve” he said as they went on their way. Khadijat’s mother thought of her daughter who died while pregnant, if she had given birth, the boy would have grown up like this boy. Whenever she thought of her daughter, her heart ached.
When they got to the house, she greeted her neighbour, Damilola’s mother. Over the years, the women had found succour in each other, each had been connected by the grandchild that they thought was never born.
Damilola’s mother: “Neighbour I have news oh, I don’t know whether it is good news or not. When you are done, please come to my apartment. It is about my son” she said. A cloud came over Khadijat’s mother’s face, Damilola was the one who put her daughter in the family way, and though she had become close with the mother, she could still not forgive him for what he caused. She could never forgive that he deceived her daughter and abandoned her when she fell pregnant.
Khadijat’s mother: “Neighbour, I am sorry but I don’t want to hear about your son” she said and turned to go.
Damilola’s mother: “It is not only about my son, it is about our grandson, please come later” she entreated Khadijat’s mother, and went into her apartment. Khadijat’s mother was thoughtful for a while before going into her own apartment. She brought a plate of amala and ewedu for Dayo, and a cold bottle of coke. It had been a long while that Dayo had that kind of meal, since he left Lagos.
Dayo: “Thank you ma’am, may God bless you. I will like to be on my way now” He said after eating, and Khadijat’s mother brought out a thousand naira note, which she gave to him.
Dayo: “Iya wa, this is too much, the money is just one hundred naira” he said looking at the note in his hand with wide eyes.
Khadijat’s mother: “Take it my son, you need it” she said and bade him goodbye, not knowing that her grandson had come to her house.
After Dayo left, she went to her neighbour’s house to hear what she had to say.
Damilola’s mother: “My son just called me. Khadijat did not die in that accident as we thought, she gave birth to the child, but died on the operating table. However, the child is alive, but something happened and he ran away. He was staying with the son of the woman who saved Khadijat, and Damilola only found out after the boy ran away. They are still looking for the boy” she said.
Khadijat’s mother sat down heavily on the chair, she thought that she was beginning to heal from the loss of her daughter and her grandchild, but now the wound had been ripped open. She began to shiver so much that, Damilola’s mother had to wrap a blanket around her.
Dayo kept coming back every day to Khadijat’s mother’s house, to help her with chores and follow her to the market. The woman became fond of him and one day, after serving him jollof rice and a cold cup of water, she began to ask him about his parents.
Dayo: “I have no parents, my mother died while giving birth to me. I don’t know about my father either.”
Khadijat’s mother: “What is your name?” she inquired.
Dayo: “I am Dayo”
Khadijat’s mother: “That is a good name, but don’t you think you should return to school, education they say is the best legacy”
Dayo: “I want to go to school because I want to be a medical doctor, it is my mother’s dream, but who is going to send me to school? That is why I am working in the market to save money to go to school” he explained.
Khadijat’s mother: “It is such a pity, come back tomorrow I will have something for you” she said and encouraged him to be a good boy.
The next day, she wanted to go to the market and was waiting for Dayo to come as usual, to escort her to the market. While she was waiting, there was a knock on her door. She went to open it and saw Damilola’s mother with some other people.
Damilola’s mother: “Neighbour, this is my son, Damilola and he came with Madam Lagos and the man who our grandson, Dayo was living with” she said, with mixed feelings. She was happy to know that their grandson was alive and not dead with his mother as they had thought, but now they didn’t know where he was or what he was doing.
Khadijat’s mother: “Did you say Dayo, how does he look?” she asked, as something told her that she had been with her grandson all the while, and had not recognized him.
Damilola began to describe Dayo, there was tears in his eyes as he described the boy, whom he had loved, not knowing he was his son whom he had rejected.
Khadijat’s mother: “Alhamdulilah, that boy has been with me all these while, and I didn’t know he is my grandson. Thank God for directing his footsteps to me, may Allah be praised” she said, and told them that they should wait for Dayo would soon come to follow her to the market.
But they waited for a long time and Dayo did not come, they stayed in Oshogbo for a week, but Dayo did not show up. They were back to square one.
Question: What has happened to Dayo, did he see them and run away again, or has something terrible happened to him? Also who does Tania’s pregnancy belong to, her husband or her lover?
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