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
We got to Lagos in the early hours of the morning. The car started after hours of tinkering and fixing and stopped after every few kilometers for the leaking radiator to be filled with water. We used the water meant for the kidnapping operation to cool the car and by the time we got to Berger, the sun had announced it was coming. Tolu drove and I sat with him in the front, and we had the responsibility of keeping the radiator filled. Maria sat with Eric in the back, and they sat like strangers in a taxi. Eric stared through the window; his face drawn up like the face of a chronic alcoholic. He stopped sobbing about five minutes after he started, but he had kept to himself and had not spoken a word to any of us since then.Now I looked to the back; Maria had lost the battle to the sleep that had chased after her since the car started moving. She snored quietly, thank God, and her head leaned against the window. I turned my eyes on Tolu; the side of his face was swollen, and cake of bl
My phone shrieked at about four that evening and forced me out of sleep. I woke up with a headache that was twice what I felt the previous day after the accident. I groped around for the phone, with each movement sending waves of pain in my head. ‘Turn that thing off,’ Maria cried from the settee. She turned her body and faced the inner part of the settee. Her huge buttocks faced me, and I quickly minded my business and took my eyes away. I found the phone hiding under the edge of the mattress and looked at the screen, wondering and hating who was calling. It was my mom.I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of ten bags of cement on my chest. I didn’t want to talk to anyone—anyone except Talatu. ‘Hello, mom,’ I said into the phone. ‘Paul,’ she yelled. I heard the anxiety in her voice and knew the conversation will be difficult. ‘What happened to you? I have been calling since yesterday. What happened to your phone? Are you having issue with the battery again?’‘No, mom
'What do you mean?' I asked.Eric sprang up from the bed and walked to me, stretching out his hand. I did not stretch mine, but he grabbed my arm and shook my hand with vigor. 'Dracula wants to partner with us,' he said, still shaking my hand. 'He wants us to come over tonight and take back the target and to take over the operation. I think they don't know how to get the money out of him.' He turned and looked at Maria, his happiness contagious. 'We are back in business, man! We are back. Hope is restored.'We stared at him as if he wore a kilt for a trouser. 'Why are they giving him back?' Maria asked at last. 'It's a trick! A trick to woo us into another trap.'The smile on Eric's face ran away. 'It's not a trick. I think they are not able to get the money from him. Dracula did not say what the problem is, but I think they have hit a rock and are not able to collect the money from Mr. Potter's relatives. That's why they want to partner with us.''I don't believe it,' Maria said, s
We jumped into the ash-colored Prado jeep Tolu brought and he raced the car toward highway. Eric sat in front with him, and Maria and I sat in the back. Tolu followed sped out of Alpha Beach and took the roundabout, headed to Ikoyi.'I thought we are taking the Ekpe road?' Eric asked. 'That's faster; there is no traffic on the way.''I don't know the road well,' Tolu said, his eyes fixed on the road. I saw the speedometer shooting toward the hundred kilometer mark before he finished speaking. 'The traffic is light from here to Ikoyi. Once we cross the Third Mainland, the road will be free.'Eric nodded. 'I hope you are right. I don't want them to change their minds.' 'We will make it,' Tolu said.We got to the Third Mainland Bridge within fifteen minutes. We followed the traffic on the bridge toward the mainland and in about half an hour we got out of Lagos and sped toward Ibadan. We reached the police check point and, without hesitation, they waved us through. Tolu stepped on the ac