written and developed by Larrysun
PROLOGUE
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Indeed, there was a bounty on their heads; and because
of that, they were always on the run. But this would be
over soon, they knew. After today, everything would be
in the past. But the day seemed oblivious of dusk, so
they would run for the last time today. They were in the
country’s most wanted lists’ and half a million naira
was ready for anyone who was able to nab any one of
them, a million if the two were caught. Their pictures
filled the columns of every national newspaper, their
names were mentioned in every news on the televisions
and in the radios. They had become the most exciting
topic since the Ebola outbreak that ravaged the country
a year earlier. Even cartoonists had made jokes about
their escapes and the enthusiasms of the citizens in the
determination to apprehend them and receive the
reward. Many gamblers of the streets had even
speculated on the possibility of their apprehension. They
were the talks of the town; you could see most people
at the newspaper stands arguing heatedly about the
truth behind their escape. Some other people had even
claimed that they were intentionally freed.
But amidst this national excitement, some of the
masses had set up a fan club in honour of the
escapees. They called themselves TBF—The Black
Followers. These ‘Followers’, however, had campaigned
for the escapees’ full liberation, but the law didn’t
always listen to the voice of the people when she was
in the hunt for hardened criminals. Law-keepers would
do everything in their capacity to make sure that these
criminals return behind bars. And the public tried to
assist in the hunt only because there was money
involved.
Although it had been almost a year since their escape,
the rave and passion over their apprehension had not
waned. People still imagined themselves catching the
fugitives and collecting the reward. But how and where
to catch them, none of the seekers knew; there was no
plan, no deduction whatsoever, even after knowing how
clever their prey was.
It was all about the money of course, Junior knew. He
knew that if money had not been involved the people
would not have enjoined the lawmen in the hunt for
them. Someone among the crowd had recognized one
of them and had immediated shouted out the name that
had always remained on the tip of everyone’s tongue;
and about half a dozen men and women had come
running after the trio. Junior knew what would happen
if they were caught again . So he, his father, and his
pregnant wife, had made an instant bolt.
Thankfully, they ran into a quiet street. Junior knew
that he and his father would have disappeared from the
scene of pursuit on the instant if his heavily pregnant
woman had not been with them. Taking her along with
them had been a bad decision in the first place; but his
stubborn wife had insisted on going with them. Now
she was slowing them down. If they were caught now,
they would have no one to blame but themselves. But
even with her pregnancy, the lady still carried herself
remarkably.
They were still on the run when Junior’s wife suddenly
stopped.
“Lola, what happened?” Junior asked his wife.
Instead of answering, Lola began to groan. Her face
was turning pale and her eyes were tightly shut.
“What is it? Are you tired?” Junior asked with deep
concern.
With effort, Lola replied, “The baby is on its way.”
“What! ” Junior lamented, “Here? Why would it come
now? It shouldn’t be here.” He was beginning to panic,
"Does the baby want us to get caught?”
Junior’s father put his hand on his son’s shoulder and
said, "Calm down, son. Everything will be all right, trust
me.” He turned to Lola and said, “But it’s not due in two
weeks, isn’t that what you told us?”
‘It’s early.” Lola replied. Then she said loudly, “For
Christ’s sake! The baby is coming! Do you think I’m
joking about my own childbirth?”
Junior was already sweating, “We’ll have to get her to a
hospital.” He said.
“Hospital is a bad idea. We’d easily be caught there. I
won’t make the same mistake twice.” He paused and
said, "We’ll have to find a safe place for her. Junior,
support your wife, and follow me.”
The husband put his wife’s right arm across his
shoulder, then he put his own left hand behind her
waist and they both wobbled after the older man. Junior
trusted his father with his life; the man was his hero.
He knew there was no better father in the world. This
man walking before them had taught him everything he
knew about life. He had never, in any day, remembered
seeing his father panic in any situation. His father was
the calmest person he had ever known. He used his
brain more than he used his body. Junior knew he could
never match his father’s calm personality.
Junior tried to keep his voice calm as he asked his wife,
“The waters have broken?”
"It broke when that man screamed at us at the
junction.”
“Oh, my goodness!” he broke his calmness, "Did you feel
pains then?”
“The pains came as soon as the waters broke.” Lola
clenched her teeth as she felt another stab of pain all
within her. “Oh, my God! This pain is getting
unbearable.”
"Everything will be all right, Lola, I promise you.” Her
husband’s father said, smiling.
To keep conversation going, Junior asked, "You mean
you still kept running even with the pains?”
“I couldn’t stand there to allow them catch us. I
stopped when the pains suddenly became worse. I
couldn’t hide it anymore.”
"How are you feeling now?”
“I’m not feeling any better, sweetheart.”
She was looking weaker and Junior was becoming more
alarmed. He couldn’t bear to lose his wife. He couldn’t
bear to lose Lola; she was his life, his saviour, the lintel
of his soul. He would have probably remained locked up
now if not for Lola. He owed her his life, even his father
owed her. He knew his father knew that. He also knew
his father would do everything he could to make sure
Lola remained with them. Thunder must definitely not
strike twice!
They found a quiet bungalow. And within seconds,
Junior’s father had opened the door of the house. They
all went inside, shut the door firmly behind them and
laid Lola on the floor, resting her head on the pillow
taken from the cushion. Junior fervently prayed that
they would be through before the occupant of the
house returned. They could be caught here if they were
not careful. Then his wife said something that scared
him.
“I’m too tired to give birth to this child. I cannot do it. I
feel sleepy, please let me sleep.”
“Oh, no! you can’t sleep, my love. You can’t sleep.
Please don’t sleep.”
Then just that moment, a sound came from the
entrance; someone was at the door . Junior’s father
placed a finger on his lips, signaling the couple to keep
quiet. He went to the window beside the door and
pulled the curtain. There, he saw a young girl of about
sixteen years old. The girl was turning the knob and
wondering why the door was not opening. Junior’s
father quickly went to the door and unlocked it.
“Hello, Miss—” he said, smiling at the girl.
The young lady looked at him with a puzzled
expression, "Who are you?”
“Er—uh—I’m a guest. We’re here to see your parents.”
He gave another charming smile.
The girl walked in and found two other strangers; the
pregnant one was evidently in labour.
“Who are you people?” the puzzled girl asked, “What do
you want in my house?”
Before anyone could reply her. Her eyes lit up with
surprise as she said, “You’re the ones those people I
encountered on the way were looking for, right?”
"That’s true,” Junior’s father answered, “We escaped
from them. Those people are ritualists. They kidnapped
us with the intention of selling our body parts to
potential customers. We’re lucky to have escaped.”
“My God!” the girl had swallowed the lie whole, “That’s
horrible.”
“If we hadn’t escaped, maybe they’d have advertised
our skulls on OLX by now.”
She pointed at Lola, “What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s having a baby.”
“You should take her to a hospital.”
“The hospital is too far away. We have to bring the
child to the world by ourselves.”
She looked from father to son and asked, "Does either
one of you know how to bring a baby?”
Junior shook his head but his father said, “We’ll try.”
“I’ll help you to do that.” The girl said grimly.
“Have you done it before?”
She shook her head, “No, but I’ve seen people do it a
couple of times. I’ve watched the births of several
children. This is a woman’s job.”
“What’s your name, girl?”
“Amanda.”
“Can you do it, Amanda?"
“Yes, I can. I’m a practising nurse.” She knew what she
had to do. She must first make the woman in labour
feel comfortable. After that, she’d find out how close
the baby was; then make necessary preparations.
She approached the woman on the floor and asked,
“How are you feeling, madam?”
“I feel cold.” Lola answered weakly.
Amanda felt Lola’s forehead; the pregnant woman was
sweating and running high temperature. She knew the
symptom; the pregnant woman was working up fever, a
condition not good for the baby. Lola knelt close to her
and loosened all the buttons of her dress. As she did so
she asked the men to wind up the curtains of all the
windows.
She felt the outline of Lola’s belly. She felt the shape of
the unborn child as she pressed deeper. She found one
end of the body, just beneath Lola’s navel; but she
could not locate the other end of the body on the belly.
“It’s on its way out,” Amanda said excitedly. “I can feel
its bottom now. Kindly push!”
Lola’s face tightened with strain as she began to bear
down, pushing the infant out of her womb. Junior could
notice that the effort was costing her a whole lot, using
up her last reserves of energy; and he wished
desperately that he could bear down for her. Besides, he
was the one who put the baby there in the first place,
there should be something he could do to assist her. He
wished to take the strain on himself, to give her some
relief. At last the pain seemed to ease, and Junior
breathed again.
“Push!”
Lola raised herself on her elbows and spread her legs.
Kneeling between her legs, Amanda could see that the
birth opening was beginning to dilate.
"Push!” she urged her again.
Lola tensed again and fresh beads of sweat rested on
her contorted face. Amanda watched the opening widen
again, and this time she could see the damp black hair
of the baby’s head pushing through. Lola began to
breathe in gasps as she tried to push once more. The
opening stretched wider—incredibly wide—and then a
large portion of the head began to come through, face-
down. Soon Amanda saw the ears flat against the side
of the baby’s head, then the folded skin of the neck
appeared.
“The head and the neck are out.” She could not help
saying.
Lola heard her and gave a brief smile, then she began
to strain again.
Amanda leaned forward between her thighs and
supported the tiny head of the baby with her left hand
as the shoulders came out, first one then the other. And
the rest of the body came out in a rush, and Amanda
supported the baby’s hips with her hand as the tiny
legs slipped into the cold world.
Lola’s opening immediately started to contract around
the cord that came from the baby’s navel. Amanda
lifted the child and scrutinized it curiously and
anxiously. There was a lot of blood, and at first she
feared something was terribly wrong; but on closer
examination she could see no injury. She looked
between its tiny thighs. It was a boy.
The baby opened its mouth and cried.
As Junior stared at the bundle of joy placed in his arms,
he wondered what was going to become of the child
when he grew up. Was the baby going to become a
great man like his grandfather? Maybe he was, but in
another way. A part of him questioned whether they
had done the right thing by bringing this child to this
world. Although still small and apparently bald, save for
a few fringe of hair on its scalp, the baby was looking
considerably healthy. Junior was sure the child would
grow into a very goodlooking young man, for he was
goodlooking himself, and even the baby’s grandfather
was not looking bad. In a week’s time, this infant would
be different; but for Junior and his father, a week was a
long time for a baby to develop; but after the week, the
baby would be bigger, and his eyes would open wider.
Then the child would no longer be oblivious of the
world around him as it is now; a loud noise would make
him jump and a lullaby would soothe him to sleep.
Junior understood babies even more than most
mothers.
He looked at the baby’s mother, Lola was smiling at
him. She was very tired, he knew, but she was going to
be fine. Their eyes met, communicating devotion and
affection for each other, and they both smiled. What an
extraordinary woman, Junior thought, I’m the luckiest
man on this earth.
“The child needs to be fed,” Amanda said as she
collected the baby from its father and gave its mother.
Junior sat in a chair beside his father, smiling at the old
man. They had done it. The worst was over and the
baby was good. He felt proud.
Lola moved the baby close to her bre*st. His tiny mouth
found her swollen n*pple and he stopped crying and
began to suck. Soon, the baby fell asleep and Amanda
placed him in one of the cushions.
Then suddenly, Lola’s muscles contracted, her pupils
were dilated and she gave a brief scream as the
placenta slid out of her. She fell asleep afterwards.
A few minutes later, Junior’s father stood up, looked his
son in the eyes and said, “It’s time.”
Junior nodded in understanding, Amanda had gone out
to wash herself in the backyard. He dipped his hand
into his pocket, brought out a mobile phone, inserted a
new SIM card and dialled a number he’d memorised. He
looked at his father as the call rang.
When the call was picked at the other end, he said to
the receiver, “Someone wants to speak with you.”
Having said that, Junior gave the phone to his father.
He knew how important the call was to the older man,
and also to the person at the other end of the line. It
was something that needed to be done—especially now.
He knew his father to always smile in this kind of
situation. His father was a man capable of being
convulsed with laughter even with a gun pointed to his
head. He wasn’t sure what the older man’s capacity for
weird humour said about him, for his father was also
one of the most mysterious people alive.
But his father wasn’t smiling when he said to the
person at the other end of the line:
“You have a grandson.”
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