BY NISSI ADEOLA
I brought out my diary and started writing
some things. My diary is always in my bag cos I use it very frequently. Most of my things
were still in my house so I didn’t bring anything much.
Around 10 o’clock, I headed towards Deji’s room and I was glad to start work immediately.
I saw the patient on the bed sleeping with his parents by his side. I greeted and introduced myself as his psychologist and they had been extremely happy. Just then, the patient turned in his sleep and opened his eyes. He looked exceedingly attractive in his sleep and I could not but pity his present state internally but that was not what I ought to do as a professional so I smiled lovingly at him. I gave him a few minutes to get familiar with his
environment and just as I was about to open my mouth, his mother spoke.
“it is good you are awake dear, your psychologist is here” he smiled at me like he had known me all his life.
“I went to him still smiling and said, “Hello Mr. Deji, I am Miss Belina Badmus and your new
psychologist, don’t worry, in a few days, we would have fixed this little thing up there”, I said casually and he laughed slightly.
He had a positive manner; I noted delightedly and knew that it would help me tremendously
The look on richard’s face was unreadable, maybe surprise,anger,uncertainty, or even all of them; his expressions were always unreadable just as he was unpredictable. He stared at the woman before him and knew without a doubt that she is his biological mother. He was barely above 5years the last time he saw her but he still remembered how she made no move to bid him goodbye. She never really loved
him; she always hit him even though that sort of treatment was not allowed there. She loved
her daughters a lot and his father had told him of how she fought for their custody in the
court. People say that you can’t remember what happened to you as a child but he remembered everything cos no matter how small you are, bad things have a way of printing its footprints on your mind that you find it hard to forget.
She had aged but she still had the fascinating beauty that seemed to draw everyone to her; something that pissed him ‘what are you doing here’ he askd
“Son, I…” she was saying.
“Cut it out ma, you are not my mum ok? That is my mum’s photo over there”, he said
pointing to a picture of his step mother on the wall.
She looked distraught at that and she started sobbing.
“Pls, forgive me my son, I should not have treated you badly then, I am sorry”, she said as she advanced towards him.
He stopped her before she got to him and said straight to her face,
“You have never been my mother and you can never, EVER, be my mother”. He stormed out of the house and for the 1st time ever, he did not stop even when his dad called him back.
Inspector Sule marched into the house of the deceased with a renewed vigor. He had been like a mad man trying to find the
murderer who had the guts to come against the Deputy Governor’s son and hadn’t gotten
anywhere even though they had made useless arrests knowing fully well that the people in the cell knows next to nothing about the case. He had appointed three
police men to stay permanently at Tunji’s apartment monitoring
the workers and ensuring that they did not go out at all.
When he got into d sitting room he gathered all the workers in the sitting room and asked them collectively,
“What do you people know about your late
boss’ traveling plans?”
One of them who looked like the cook looked up and said,
“oga olopa, e don tey since my oga don dey talk say him go travel go
oyinbo land with him wife?”
“Wife? What wife?” the inspector asked, already liking the news.
“Aah, oga bin wan marry one girl, but e be like say the girl no dey
gree for am because na d papa just dey come hia everytime, I never take my eye see the girl
before”. The cook completed.
Inspector Sule nodded thoughtfully and said,
“so he was traveling out with his fiancee
that Saturday right? Maybe the girl killed him”.
The driver with more fluent English then said, “Yes sir, I wanted to drive him to the airport but he said I shouldn’t
worry, so he drove himself and just about 2hrs later, he came back very angry”.
“Yes, he angry well well o”, the cook interjected, others just kept quiet.
“He just dey shout on top of everybody head and he bin break plenty cup o. I even hear
am as him just dey shout for phone say make person bring money come give am for night”.
“What? Who was he talking to?” The inspector asked.
“I no no ooo” she replied.
One of 5the most silent of the other two staffs felt uncomfortable with the eyes of the inspector tormenting him until he opened his mouth and said,
“sir, I am not an amebo but I also heard his phone conversation and didn’t hear any
name mentioned but after the call, he started saying some things out loud and from what he said, I feel the person he was
talking to was Belina’s father”.
Elated, the inspector was visibly relieved and he asked the driver
if he had knows the address and he replied in affirmative saying
he had driven his boss there times without number. He took d address and walked out
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