I dragged Mr. Potter backward and we staggered to the middle of the sitting room. Eric followed us into the house. Sweat dripped down my armpits and Mr. Potter's pink skin felt damped in my hands. 'Tolu, pull him up,' I shouted. 'He'll fall.'But Tolu eyes were on Dracula and Joseph, and he couldn't move. I staggered with Mr. Potter toward the closest chair. 'Blimey,' Mr. Potter said all of a sudden, and held the chair.'Sit!' I said, panting.'I'm alright,' he said, 'Let me go; I can sit by myself.''Nice...nice...house,' Dracula said, his eyes moving round the walls. He strutted around the room, walking like he owned the house. 'The...the…owner must be…must be…rich.'Nobody doubted or agreed with his statement. He walked on, stopping to look at frames and other memorabilia pasted on the wall. Eric and Joseph watched me with unfriendly eyes.'How did you get in?' Tolu asked at last. He stood close to the corridor leading to the kitchen.Joseph laughed. 'Oh, you will be surprised ho
We got to Ajah around 8 P.M. that night. Dracula asked Bayo to stop a few meters from Ajah market. ‘Buy...buy...fri...fried yam and...and...akara,’ Dracula said, handing a one-thousand-naira bill to the back. Joseph snatched it out of his hands. ‘Buy...buy...for...for all!’‘Okay, boss,’ Joseph said and got out of the jeep. He disappeared into the crowd and soon returned with a black polythene bag in his hand. The smell of bean cakes ran through the car the moment he came in. Bayo started the jeep and we moved on. Tolu missed the way to the building twice before he eventually found the road to the street. The building was the only house at the end of the street, but it was fenced and secured with a gate. Bayo stopped the jeep in front of the gate and Joseph the Brute jumped out, brandishing his pistol around as if another gang waited in the surrounding bush. Tolu came down and unlocked the gate and Bayo drove us through the gate. He parked in the middle of the compound.The headligh
The sound of the jeep brought me out of the short sleep in the early hours of the morning. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, cold and confused, not knowing where I was. Mr. Potter slept beside me noiselessly like a bag of potato. I looked around and found Tolu standing by the window.I got up and walked to the window. 'What's going on?'He turned. 'I don't know,' he said, his eyes going back to the window. 'But they are up to something. Eric and Dracula came out of the jeep and went outside the compound. I think something is up.''What about Joseph?' I asked, rubbing my eyes. They stung as if pepper got into them. 'Did he go out with them?''He went out first but returned immediately. He held his gun and walked around looking agitated. Maybe someone is coming this way or something.''Nobody came into the gate since then?''No one. Eric and Dracula are still outside. I am sure Joseph is keeping an eye on—'The sound of a car came to the room and several seconds later we heard it st
'Who is Paul?' The inspector asked, with the black eyes still on me.'I am Paul,' I said. I didn't recognize my voice; it was low and frightened, and I felt shame for revealing my fear to him. The inspector stood in front of me. I smelled beer in his breath, and I wondered if it was from a hangover. He stared at me for a couple of seconds longer and I shifted my eyes to his middle again, seeing the pistol tied to the side of his hip.'So, you are Paul?' he asked, and licked his lips. 'I heard you are stubborn. But as a policeman it is my job to deal with hardened, stubborn criminals and believe me, after eighteen years in the force I know how to do that. It's what I do every day; I deal with criminals, and I love the job. In fact, I was born for this job.' He paused and I imagined it was to allow his words to have the proper effect on me.'You don't want to be stubborn or difficult with me or with my friends here,' he said, 'because you will regret it.'He stepped closer and his sta
Tolu knocked on the door leading to the living room around noon. 'Help!' he called out. 'Joseph! Please help!'We heard footsteps coming toward the door. I looked at Mr. Potter's legs sticking out of the toilet door with the rest of his body hidden behind the toilet door. I looked through the window; the long grasses swayed to the left and to the right as the wind wished, but no soul walked about in the compound. My heart ran wild, beating fast and loud, and my palms felt clammy and shook slightly.'Hey?' Joseph barked from behind the door. 'What's going on in there?' 'It's Mr. Potter,' Tolu said. 'He has collapsed in the toilet; he is dying.''What?' Joseph said. 'Are you sure? Where is Paul?''Paul is with him in the toilet,' Tolu shouted. 'I think he is dying.''Paul!' Joseph called out. 'Paul!''Come quickly, please,' I said. 'He is dying.'I looked at the gate once more before I tiptoed to the toilet's door. I skipped over Mr. Potter's chest and entered the toilet and squatted
'Leave the road,' I shouted and jumped into the grass again, dragging Mr. Potter along. Tolu scrambled after us and we ran through the grass blindly, moving away from the road. The grasses' sharp edges cut my arms and my face, and the ground got softer by the minute. 'We can't escape,' Tolu said behind us. 'They know we hadn't gone far.' I stopped and turned. Mr. Potter, walked like a wound-up toy, and he bumped into me and stopped; his eyes roamed over me with no recognition or understanding. 'Shh,' I whispered. 'Let's check which direction they are heading.' We heard no sound at first—except the sound of the wind dancing with the grasses—but the sound of the jeep soon overshadowed it. Then I heard the voices a little later, faint at first, but they grew louder and nearer. 'We have to go slowly,' I whispered. 'Running will give our position away.' 'Are we running to London?' Mr. Potter asked. 'Do you know the way to London?' I turned to Tolu. 'Get us out of here; this is yo
'Leave the road,' I shouted and jumped into the grass again, dragging Mr. Potter along. Tolu scrambled after us and we ran through the grass blindly, moving away from the road. The grasses' sharp edges cut my arms and my face, and the ground got softer by the minute. 'We can't escape,' Tolu said behind us. 'They know we hadn't gone far.' I stopped and turned. Mr. Potter, walked like a wound-up toy, and he bumped into me and stopped; his eyes roamed over me with no understanding. 'Shh,' I whispered. 'Let's check which direction they are heading.' We heard no sound at first—except the sound of the wind dancing with the grasses—but the sound of the jeep soon overshadowed it. Then I heard the voices a little later, faint at first, but they grew louder and nearer. 'We have to go slowly,' I whispered. 'Running will give our position away.' 'Are we running to London?' Mr. Potter asked. 'Do you know the way to London?' I turned to Tolu. 'Get us out of here; this is your town for God
I sank rapidly until my legs hit the bottom of the river. The current pulled me away and the thought of drowning crushed everything else out of my mind and caused me to beat the water frantically. My hands spread around grabbing at the water and catching nothing. My lungs screamed in pain and my muscles felt as if two horses were pulling them apart. My head broke out of the water at last, and I took an automatic deep breath, easing the pain in my chest. I rubbed the water off my face and saw Tolu and Mr. Potter standing on the bank, their clothes dripping water. 'Run,' Tolu cried. 'Run.' I turned. Joseph and Bayo had reached the other side of the river. Joseph stopped and raised his hand. I waddled faster, my heart beating rapidly. 'Don't shot them, you baboon,' Eric's voiced cried somewhere far and disappeared in the cry of the gun shot. I heard the slugs zipped pass in the water. I came out of the river and into the grasses, just about the time I heard two loud splashes from th