A Story Written By Awoleye Dominic…
Go! Go and tell the whole world that ASP Bamidele Fapohunda has a son! An heir! If I die today, I will die happy because I have not labored in vain! All my daughters are in their husband homes and none is interested in the vast portions of lands I own in the Village, Akure, Ibadan, Abuja and Kaduna!
Ha Baba Modupe o!
He went down on his knees carefully and with arms stretched upwards
Baba o seun! He said looking up to the heavens
God you are indeed faithful and merciful
How am I to know that you would bless me with a Son in my old age? So my lineage will not end with me? I am an only son to my parents too so I was supposed to have a lot of sons to carry on the Fapohunda name but I had none until now! Oh God you are wonderful
He started a song
Baba Baba Baba Baba!!
O se o Baba!
O se o Baba!
Mo wa dupe Baba!
The crowd took the song from him as he struggled to get up with the aid of his walking stick; he limped towards me and sat on an empty plastic chair
Tunde! Baba called
Get us palm wine o! My son has come home! Get every one here something to drink!
Tunde! Get your uncle a bottle of Gulder! Akin said as Tunde was about to leave for the errand.
God bless you Akin! I said. Em Tunde! Chilled one please! And make it two bottles! I shouted as Tunde sped off.
Mobolaji! Baba called me: what happened to you? I came to Owerri and heard a very terrible story about your death, I went to the Police station for your corpse but I knew better since I was one of them before! Your Corpse was government property because you were killed as a criminal. I left Owerri broken hearted and suffered a stroke when I got home.
Baba, it is a very long and painful story! I will tell you everything later, but first, where is my mother?
She is sleeping, she just took her drugs, it makes her to sleep, he said.
So what is wrong with her? I asked
It is Cancer my dear! She has Cancer in her bones!
Jesu Christ o! I exclaimed.
So it is not H.I.V Aids? I asked
No! No! It is Cancer!
Is she going to make it? I asked
No! She has a week or two, she has done several operations in Lagos but the disease kept coming back.
Can money save her now? I asked again
No! The Doctors said no amount of money can save her now. Mobolaji! I have the money! I would arrange for her treatment abroad if there was hope. The Cancer had already taken parts of her body in previous operations! Now it is the bones!
Hmm! So it has to take Cancer to bring my mother back to me? I asked Baba.
Mobolaji take it easy! Do not be hard on her. She has her reason for doing what she did.
What? I asked. She has her reasons for abandoning me all my life? Twenty eight years!
Mobolaji! Look at you! Akin intervened. Look at what you have turned out to become! Would you have turned out this way if she were around? I don’t think so! Of all the Youths in this Village how many of them cam beat their chest when you stand and talk? Yet most of them have both Parents alive! Even me here that had a rich father and my Mother was doing well, was it not you, the so called Orphan that came to my rescue?
So my boy! Baba continued; just thank God for your life! Forgive and forget! She is dying so let her go in peace. Thank God also that she came home alive instead of her Corpse being brought back home, the two of you can sort out your selves before she dies. I have not left her side since she returned home and told me about you, every one is afraid of coming close to her because they thought her sickness is contagious. She said she told your grand ma about my affair with her in Lagos and how she bore me a Son but before I retired and came back home, your grand ma had died. She also has been battling with Cancer for over fifteen years; she could not come home when her mother died because she just had an operation then. Mobolaji! Your mother’s two breasts have been cut off due to Cancer!
Jesu Christi o! I exclaimed.
To Be Continued…