Eric snatched the sheet out of Maria’s hand.‘What are you doing?’ he asked. ‘Keep your claws away from my things if you want to sleep in this room.’Maria stood up. ‘Erico, who’s the target? Who are you picking up tomorrow at the airport by four P.M? And where are you getting a hundred thousand pounds from?’Cold shivers avalanched from my head and spread down to my toes. Eric had, in his excitement, written the figure of the ransom on the top of the sheet the previous day. He said it will keep us focus and enthusiastic, and it did. Just seeing the bold figures and calculating it in naira equivalent sent one’s heart running. Not even a long-sighted person could have missed it and it was clear Maria wasn’t long sighted.‘It’s none of your business,’ Eric retorted, glaring down at her. ‘And shut your trap before I shut it up for you. Keep your hand from my things.’He stood over her like Goliath over David, but she faced him equally, unafraid.‘Erico,’ she said, her voice low but fier
We took the bus by around ten the next morning from Alpha Beach junction to Ojota where Tolu stays. We dropped at the bus stop and trekked the remaining distance to the house. Maria walked beside me with a flutter of excitement in her steps as if she had forgotten the quarrel she had with Eric before we left the house. Eric had suggested she wait in the house while we see Tolu to decide what to do next. Maria had refused this suggestion and had threatened to go to the police station right away if she was not allowed to come along. She pointed out, rather wisely, that it will be better to get to the airport from Tolu’s house instead of going back to the Island to pick her up.‘Besides,’ she had argued. ‘It’s not that I am bedridden or something. I can walk to Tolu’s house if that’s what it takes. But for sure I am not staying here. I intend to earn my keep and no one can stop me except they want to know how the inside of a police station is.’They had argued further, going back and fo
We drove toward Ketu, took the bridge and turned toward Apapa expressway. We drove in silence, everyone, I was sure, was thinking about what we were about to do. The road was half empty by this time and Tolu stepped on the gas pedal and the car blasted toward Maryland. We took a left turn from the expressway and went over the Oshodi Bridge, and zoomed toward the airport.We reached Murtala Mohammed International Airport gates by 12:04 noon. Eric paid the toll and we drove in. We drove into the parking space and cruised around the lines of parked cars until we found a space at the extreme end of the park and Tolu brought the car to rest between the two white lines drawn on the floor. We sat for another minute in silence, hearing the humming and shrill of plane engines and the intermittent muffled loud speaker sounds associated with airports.Maria rummaged through the big bag on her lap and brought out a powder case, opened it and dapped at the surface with the brown handkerchief in he
By three thirty P.M, we succumbed to Maria’s cry for food. Eric walked to the boot and picked out three bottles of Fanta and three Gala sausages. He entered the car, dumping the drinks and the sausages on Tolu’s lap. He closed the door and picked a sausage and a bottle of Fanta and stretched them to Tolu. Tolu took them, a sly look covering his eyes. Eric picked the second sausage and the drink and handed them over to me with a deliberate, easy movement. I took the bottle and the sausage and glanced at Maria. Her eyes stretched wide in an expression of wonder.‘I thought ladies are supposed to be first?’ she asked.Eric turned to her. ‘If you make another sound, you will not eat. Do you understand?’Maria glared at him. Eric held the bottle of Fanta in one hand and the sausage in the other. ‘I dare you to make another sound.’Maria said nothing and Eric remained with the drink and the sausage in his hands—just out of her reach. Several seconds crawled by before his hands moved forward
I checked my phone and the time was four forty-two.Where is Eric and Tolu? I thought. Has the target arrived? Or has he changed his mind about coming? Did he turn around and scam us?I stared across the road dividing the parking lot and the route leading into the airport. People moved in droves, like migrating ants, but Eric and Tolu weren’t among them. Maria stood beside me, disturbing her phone and glancing across the road occasionally. She looked as unperturbed as a fed lioness walking among zebras.Four mobile policemen stood beside an armored vehicle parked adjacent to our position and they stood with their guns at the ready. If anything goes wrong, I don’t see how we will be able to escape from them. I returned my eyes to the airport’s entrance and tried to keep them at the back of my mind.What’s keeping them? I thought again. It’s five P.M. They have stayed for an hour; has something gone wrong?‘What’s keeping them so long?’ I said out loud. ‘Do you think everything is okay?
We got stuck in traffic at Oshodi. The yellow buses ran everywhere, picking and dropping passengers like a rural Indian train. Tolu blasted the horn all the way through the crawling traffic, vainly trying to keep the notorious buses from crossing our path. At last, we crossed the Oshodi Bridge, and Tolu let the horn to rest. I looked back at the trio sitting in the back seat and that was when I heard the soft snore. I looked from Maria to the others and then my eyes returned to Mr. Potter’s face; his eyes were shut and his mouth hung opened.I looked at Eric.He shrugged. ‘He fell asleep.’‘Is he okay?’ Tolu asked. ‘Why is he sleeping like a bad palm oil?’‘Maybe he is tired,’ Maria said. ‘Allow him to get some rest.’‘I don’t think he is well,’ Tolu said. ‘I hope he won’t die on us.’‘He is not dying on us,’ Maria said, the anger very clear in her voice. ‘He will not die. Nobody is dying until I collect my portion—’‘Let him sleep!’ Eric shouted. He turned his face to Maria. ‘Let’s t
‘Tolu, stop,’ Maria shouted. ‘I want to ease myself; I can’t hold it anymore.’ God, I thought. She has no shame whatsoever. I bet she can tell one how her mother conceived if one will care to listen. Tolu slowed down the car. ‘Don’t stop here,’ Eric said. ‘Get close to a settlement. This road is dangerous in the night.’ Tolu accelerated the car. ‘Maria, hold it for a minute.’ ‘I am a woman,’ Maria protested. ‘When it’s time, it’s time. Did you see me go to the ladies’ since we left the house?’ ‘Keep going,’ Eric barked. ‘I would rather she wets the seat than be robbed on this road.’ Maria turned and faced Eric. I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine what lay under the stare. She turned her face to the windscreen, propping her thick thighs together. I felt the car slowing down and I raised my head to look through the windscreen. I saw a flood of bulbs shining up ahead, lightening a settlement. Tolu decelerated some more and stopped a few meters away to the first building.
The hoarse voice over me dragged me back to consciousness. It was loud and gritty, like the voice of an auctioneer who knew he would be going home with a handsome commission. I opened my eyes and found the face with the hoarse voice close to mine. The smell of gin strong and fresh rose from his breath. I heard other voices at the background, and they sounded far and incoherent—surreal. My back felt cold, and I realized was lying on the ground. I shut my eyes and held my breath.'This one is almost dead,' the voice thundered over me and the smell of gin got stronger. He shoved my legs apart with the thick shoe he wore, and then he went through my pockets, shoving his hand into and out fast, like a pickpocket working in a hurry. 'There is nothing on him apart from this old phone. Selling it could buy five packs of B and H.'He stood up from me, taking away the alcoholic breath with him, and I took a deep breath. The sound of his shoes grew faint, and I opened my eyes slowly. It was a m