The Devil Who Loved Me By Foxyflow…Part 13
When I climbed a bike and told him Lafia city, I had only one thought flashing through my mind. I was going to the state CID located at Doma road. I was going to report myself or report the rapists. Then allow the police officers or detectives do their duties. If I was asked what kept me waiting for so long, I would say emotional riot. Dele’s face kept obstructing my thoughts. The pointed tip of the dagger which he had placed on my chest directly on my heart made me shiver.
When he had made mention of me remembering him forever, I did not bargain seeing him in my dreams. Laughing and mocking me while riding Dotun over and over again. The other boys would be fished out by the law, for apprehending Dele is as good as capturing all the culprits involved. Nigeria Police can break grounds with the right evidence. I had read in a daily some time back in my school library about how a man committed murder. He ran away and hid in a village for five years. When he reemerged, he had grown beards over his face and looked totally different. The police picked him up the very next day. He was charged with murder, found guilty and sentenced.
We passed the temporary police headquarters on our way to the city center. I was tempted to stop but shrugged it off and kept looking at the roundabout just ahead.
“Oga, abeg I wan buy nail for one carpenter wey he send me. No vex abeg, we go continue the journey.”
My bike man said to me as we made the round and was getting close to Ta’al square. I told him I had no problem so he took the left turn after the traffic controller had given us the ups to move. He drove a little passing shops before finally stopping in front of one. Building materials were being sold there. I disembarked as he parked and waited for him, standing beside his bike in the scorching sun of Lafia.
“Abok!, concrete nails don add money fa. No be like before.”
I could swear that the voice sounded familiar. In fact, the voice had not given rest to my mind since it spoke those words.
“Wait… I no want make you forget me.”
Standing before me in flesh and blood was Dele. Tall, built, dark with eyes that were smallish beneath bushy brows. He looked at me for a moment, his brows knitting but he quickly turned and faced his customer.
“How much own I go give you?”
He asked the man. If he had recognized me, I couldn’t tell and I wasn’t ready to make his mind register my face. I quickly moved to the shop beside Dele’s own, away from his view. As I stood there staring at him with bile finding its way up my throat, I shook with rage. Right in front of me is the man who had pointed a dagger at me, raped a girl who had turned up dead and mutilated.
Should I go straight to the police station? Bring men of the Criminal Investigation Department to come arrest him? What if they instead decide to detain me for complicity? Or worse, as the main suspect in their investigation? Dele was even smiling and patting my okada rider on his back. He appeared harmless but had raped a couple of girls. Maybe a dozen or more. He said so himself on that night. What should I do? Walk up to him and tell him I knew he was the one but wouldn’t scream, that we should put the past behind us?
“Oga, wetin you wan buy?”
I was a little bit taken aback and had jumped slightly.
I replied him.
“You sure? Because na since you enter here you don dey romance that hammer.”
I looked at my hand. Truly, I was holding a wooden hammer with a heavy metal head. One part was squarish while the other part was pointy. I wanted to drop the hammer back in the rack where I had mistakenly picked it up from.
“Oga na good hammer o. You fit use am do many things. Even this shop wey dey across now, na me supply them hammer and nails for the roofing.”
I looked at the man. He was short, had grey hairs on both sides of his temple, was a little bald and had huge bones pointing out from his collar. He was sweating and his brown eyes carried a silent plea.
“How much for the hammer?”
I asked him sighing.
“Na just one thousand three hundred Naira.”
He replied smiling. I counted four five hundred Naira notes and handed same to him. I left the shop when I discovered that the okada man who brought me was prancing about.
“I for say. Person like you no fit last under sun. No vex with this Abok¡, him dey sabi price things too much.”
Dele said as I came towards the bike. I said nothing to him. I hopped on the bike which made a turn and headed back towards the junction. Dele hadn’t recognized me. As we got close, I told the bikeman to make a right turn and take me back to school.
“Oga, hope no be me cause am.”
He asked as he took the detour.
“No, I wan go sleep. Sleep dey catch me.”
I replied fingering the cold head of the hammer that stuck out of the waist of my trousers where I had hidden it.
“I never knew you are this witty.”
Abigail said as she lifted the glass of her red wine and stared into it. I only smiled at the compliment. Eating something light for lunch wasn’t my thing but then, the restaurant in Sheraton Hotel isn’t a buka. I was eating the chips and egg I had ordered slowly while mentally calculating if I should add an extra fufu to my fufu when I return to the office.
Mr. Fadeyi unlike me did not pull any act of fake tushness with the order in front of him. Pounded yam with okra soup garnished with goat meat, cow tail, shaki and even roundabouts. The man really deserved his huge tommy.
“You can go home if you choose to. Let’s take the day off.”
My boss Mr. Job said. Immediately, I thought of contacting mama the moment I get to my car.
“I know a place where we can head to from here.”
Abigail whispered into my ear. She had left her car back at the office and had hitched a ride with me. That makes me her official chauffeur for the day or until she returns to pick her car.
“Okay, you are the boss today.”
I whispered in return. I picked my phone and quickly sent a text to my mother.
“Would be returning a little late today.”
Seconds later I got a reply.
“Another girl again I presume. When will you choose one?”
I smiled. Mama had vision.
To be continued