… Couldn’t go out to pick up my son so I sent one of my workers to go fetch him from school. Seeing my son in the most strange form with eyes blood shot, apparently from hours of crying, I was impatient and I left the pineapple I was cutting to go attend to him.
That was when I noticed his walking steps were really disfigured. He could barely walk so I just carried him inside. After failed attempts to stop him from crying, I decided to give him a bath if that would soothe him a little. Then I engaged him in a conversation after he took a break from crying. All he said was uncle Seyi and then he gasped for breath, obviously resuming his tears game.
I couldn’t place it so my mind kept wandering from everywhere to nowhere.
I noticed he had scars and bruises on his laps and I asked if he fell down in school and he shook his head. I became scared. When I turned him to wash his butt and he gave a loud cry as if he was pierced with a syringe. I grew impatient when he stopped me from washing his underside with the shout of “uncle seyi” on his lips. I didn’t get the message immediately and when I finally placed the piece side by side, I solved the puzzle and… What the fuck happened?
I called a friend of mine who has got 7nuts missing from his head to meet me up in my Son’s school. I picked up the knife I was using to cut my pineapple ‘jejely’*, placed it in my cross bag and stepped out of the house. My workers asked if I wasn’t going out in my car and I replied “no, I’m just going down the street. I won’t be long”. If only they know that I chose to go in ‘okada’* because I’ve lost my mind and its risky to drive in such manner.
I got to his school and happily requested to see uncle seyi. I was told to sit while I wait for him but because I mean business, I remained standing while I paced down the waiting hall.
“Good Afternoon madam” was the voice that jolted me back to reality.
“I was told you…” I didn’t wait for him to finish his statement before responding to his greeting with series of slaps.
“You bastard! How dare you”? I asked rhetorically.
He tried to answer and I slapped him again.
At this point, I couldn’t tell why I was slapping him… Maybe it’s because he’s ugly or because of what he did to my son. I couldn’t tell.
“I’m sorry ma, it’s the work of the devil” he finally pleaded. By this time, crowd had already gathered. Some to know why, others to separate while majority was to get another topic to gossip about. Me, I cared less as I brought out my knife and stabbed him severally in his arm.
With the blood gushing out of his arm splashing all over my white tee, I felt more anger and pain and continued till he became unconscious…
*Jejely… A Nigerian slang from the Yoruba tribe. Meaning gently/quietly.
*Okada… A Nigerian alternative word for Motor bikes used for public transportation.