'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
They came out of the house a couple of minutes later and walked back to the jeep. Dracula slammed his leg on the jeep's front tire when they reached it. 'I...I...will...will...kill them,' he said, turning round to the driver's side. 'I...I...swear...I will...will...kill them.' Eric reached the side of the jeep and stopped. He turned and looked at the house. 'What's he waiting for?' Mr. Potter said, peeping beside me. Dracula slammed the door shut. 'Let...let's...go.' Eric did not move. He shifted his eyes from the house, and they slowly turned in our direction. I withdrew my head quickly and pulled Mr. Potter's arm, drawing him down with me. We squatted behind the root like children hiding in a hide and seek game. 'I hope he didn't see you,' I whispered. 'I don't know.' 'E...ric,' Dracula shouted again. 'Let's...let's go!' I raised my body slowly and my head rose above the surface of the root. Eric remained where he stood seconds ago but his eyes had left our direction
Joseph and Bayo rushed me as if their lives depended on who got to me first. Joseph shoved my head down and rammed his knee on my back while Bayo packed my legs together, his rough hands holding them in a vice's grip. I stayed in that position, making no effort to come off their grip. I felt warm all over and my heartbeat slowed to a regular beat.'To the...the wall,' Dracula shouted. 'His...his back to...to...to the wall.'Joseph jerked his leg away from my back and Bayo threw my legs into the air and they fell on Mr. Potter's motionless body. Joseph dragged my arm, pulling my body along. He brought me close to the wall and stood between the wall and my back. Then he held my hands, twisting them upward on my back. 'Don't struggle, or I break your arms,' he croaked into my ears. Bayo clamped my legs to the floor again and Dracula bent over me, pointing the snake down at my face. The snake hissed and more slime dropped from its mouth. I saw the inside of the mouth, the pinkish and fu
I trekked in darkness for close to an hour before I reached Ekpe. I tried to stop some cars on the Ekpe-Ajah Road but all of them sped pass as if I was waving a gun. I walked on, keeping company with occasional rodents crossing the road and the hundreds of crickets chirping good nights to me as I walked pass. My hand had grown to about twice its normal size. The stump had turned dark brown with the caked blood and seeing the empty space in the middle of the hand forced tears out of my eyes. The thought that I could fall down at any moment did not bother me as much as the thought that I had become a disabled man with nine and a half fingers. I remembered what Eric told me about a lot of Northerners staying in Mile Twelve the day I came to Lagos, and I made up my find to get there. I walked on, with not a dime on me, but with the determination to get out of Lagos that night.I reached Ajah, went passed the market and stood by the road waiting for the appropriate bus to come. I stood fo