'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
I crossed the expressway and entered the tomato market with my cheek still numb as if a Dentist just finished a tooth extraction on me. I walked through the market, avoiding the potholes filled with muddy water and the people entering and leaving the market even at this time of the night. I reached the tomato truck garage, where the trucks transporting vegetables from the Northern part of the country park. The ground here was muddier, and the smell of rotten tomatoes and cabbages filled the air. I stopped in the middle of the park, looking around, trying to decide who to meet and ask my questions. My eyes eventually rested on the three men sitting on a bench, conversing in Hausa.I took a deep breath and walked toward them, sidestepping the muddy patches on the ground. I reached the men and by this time my shoes were heavier, and their color had turned to brown. I hid my mutilated hand by the side of my leg.'Good evening,' I said in Hausa.'Good evening,' two of them replied in uniso
I swayed to the right and to the left with each turn the truck took until my body ached to no end. The smell of vegetables remained with me throughout the journey and the planks under me creaked with every movement and bit my buttocks occasionally. The moon came out later that night and kept me company to the early morning hours. I looked at my hand in the darkness. I couldn't see it, but I felt the throbbing pain like the pain from a bad toothache. I fell asleep again a couple of times but the pain and the bites from the planks forced me awake to discover we had reached Lokoja. I couldn't tell what the time was, but I guessed it was around three in the morning. Sani parked amidst the other trucks, lined up beside the expressway. I stood up and stretched, feeling the cramps biting my legs. Voices came from the front of the truck, and I walked to the back to find out what was going on. The town was awake, and people moved about as if it wasn't the middle of the night. I saw Sani walk