“You gave him a hypnotic pill?” I furrowed my eyebrow.
Her facial expression was ruthless, she wasn’t sober like she was before.
“Whatever I say today…” She started chanting some incantations.
I watched her keenly. She brought out a white paper from her armpit.
She whispered some words I didn’t hear to the powder and blew it all over the room.
“Mama, what!” Mike hardly finished his sentence when he fainted.
It was when I made to move on the couch, that when I realised it was all a dream. I was sweating profusely, my tummy rumbled and somersaulted.
‘Mike?’ I asked myself.
I stood up immediately and headed for his room. He was snoring.
I touched the ground and placed my hand on my chest, a funny way Yorubas can be at times.
I crept in and slept beside him.
06:00am in the morning, I went straight into the kitchen.
The kitchen had been disordered. The utensils went into different stays, the gas cylinder was so dirty as if the owner went AWOL for years
I took the mop and started mopping the floor.
The time was fast spent, before I could finish the cleaning, it was half past six.
Ideas flooded into my head, I needed a way to get rid of Mama or take Mike along with me.
I have the conviction that all I dreamt of would come to pass. I’m not a dreamer, but when I do, it has a depth meaning than mere imagination. Far from being illusory.
“Good morning, Mama” I greeted as I gulp down the coffee I prepared to take before leaving for work.
She didn’t reply. She made a sign with her hands that signified ‘it is okay’.
“And Mama, Mike and I would be going out today” I said.
Her eyes widened with surprise.
“Where?” She asked.
“Mike has been indoors lately, having all day to himself” I paused, trying to put on my shoes. “And I’ve decided to kill a little out of his boredom, he deserves some fun”.
I knew her ears wouldn’t believe it, but I didn’t care. I was determined to do whatever that cross my mind.
“Hey dear” I said, closing the bedroom’s door.
Mike didn’t give a response, he kept mute and stood up.
“Here we go” I said, flagging my hands.
I held his hands tightly, cuddling them unto my chest.
He smiled sheepishly.
Where do I go from here?
I’ve just completed ‘Mission 1’. Leaving Mike inside the car is factually not it.
I brought the car to a halt, my heartbeat increased, it was no doubt Ken was the bogey.
My head went up as if an attic was constructed in there.
Ken wouldn’t do anything, but I feared something, something I couldn’t explain.
“You can push the seat to the back to ease backache” I told Mike as I made to drop down.
Ken appeared from my back. “Hi Mrs. Akpan” He greeted.
“Ken” Mike called him.
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