Mom and I left home before my two brothers, Jasper and Yusuf, got home. Mom insisted on following me to the park as if I was a teenager, giving the excuse she wanted to get greens in Terminus. I had the feeling she wanted to make sure I wasn’t going somewhere else from Lagos.
We got into a tricycle at Fototech Junction and I send a text to Eric telling him I was taking off that night and that he should pick me up the next morning.
I got an instant reply: Great! See you tomorrow.
I felt a tinge of uncertainty again and I wondered if I was doing the right thing. But the thought of Talatu and the doctor getting married ran across my mind and pushed every doubt out. This was the only hope I had left to counter the doctor from taking Talatu to the UK.
Mom and I sat in silence like strangers while the tricycle sped toward Tafawa Balewa Street.
‘Did you pick your credentials?’ mom asked.
‘Yes.’
We sat in another silence listening to the tricycle’s engine until we got to the motor park.
‘Get in and get your ticket,’ Mom said as soon as we got down. ‘I will catch up with you.’
She pulled the fare out of her purse and gave it to me. I turned and walked into the park, hugging my bag closely. I ran into the park, avoiding cars and people. I was in luck; I got the second to the last ticket on the last bus going to Lagos. Mom met me and stayed with me until the last passenger came and boarded the bus.
‘I have to go,’ I said. ‘The bus is ready to leave.’
‘Okay,’ mom said. ‘Have a safe journey and call me when you arrive tomorrow.’
‘I will,’ I said, and walked toward the bus.
‘Paul?’
I turned. ‘Yes?’
She hesitated. ‘Be careful; Lagos is not like Jos.’
‘Okay.’
‘And you can return home if things don’t work out.’
I nodded.
I climbed into the bus and found my seat. I looked through the window; mom stood where I left her and remained in that position until the bus began to move. I waved at her, but couldn’t tell if she saw me and waved back.
I sat back on my chair and belched. The smell of the beans I eat that rose up to my nose I hoped it didn’t get to my neighbors. The bus crawled through the evening traffic, going like an old sick train, heading out of town. I relaxed on my seat, ready for the arduous twelve hours’ journey.
I looked to my left and to my right; the two guys sitting on either side of me had headphones clamped to their ears—a clear indication they didn’t want to chitchat. This was okay with me since I didn’t want to chat either.
I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a long time. Then I dialed Talatu’s number. Her phone rang but she did not answer. I tried again and again; she did not answer. I felt black despair walking around the muscles of my heart. The thought of the doctor holding her hands and...
My phone began to ring. Talatu was calling back! A surge of warmth rushed through all parts of body and I sat straight.
‘Hello,’ I said.
‘Hello,’ a voice answered at the other end. A man’s voice.
‘Hello,’ I said again. ‘Who is this?’
‘This is Talatu’s fiancé, Doctor Agaba. Can I help you?’
I said nothing.
‘I want you to stop calling this number or I will tell the police that you are harassing her.’
I still said nothing.
‘Don’t call her again or you will find yourself in a police case. Do you understand?’
I found my voice. ‘Did Talatu tell you I am harassing her? Are you her mouth piece?’
This time the silence was on the other side.
‘I’ve warned you,’ Dr. Agaba said. ‘From what I learnt, you don’t have a job. If I were you, I will manage my life and not get into the trouble. I have the resources to make you stay in jail for a long time if you ever call this line again. Do you understand?’
I heard the beep of the line cutting off before I thought of another reply. I left the phone stuck to my ear for close to a minute before I brought it down. I wished I had a gun and was in a lonely place with him...
I fixed the headphones to my ears. I scrolled through the music list until I got to Asa. I pressed the play button and closed my eyes, knowing my heart would get sicker but caring less.
The bus jerked suddenly and I opened my eyes. There was another jerk, and it shook the entire bus and the passengers. The engine roared and came to a sudden stop, but the bus continued to roll for a couple of meters before it stopped. I pulled off the headphones from my ears.
‘What’s going on?’ the guy sitting to my right asked.
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘Can this bus get us to Lagos?’
‘I hope so,’ the guy to my left said. ‘Otherwise they should return my fare and let me go back home while we are still in the city. I don’t want to be stranded in the middle of nowhere.’
The engine started but stopped immediately. It started again, and this time it grunted and twanged, cranked and jerked, then roared back to life. The driver stepped on the gas pedal and the engine roared some more. Then the bus began to move, slowly at first, and then it picked up speed.
I looked through the windows; the houses lining the roads had lights on them and I could pick out the familiar streets as the bus sped away. The engine maintained a steady rhythm and my fears about the bus breaking down began to ebb away.
I plugged the headphones back and closed my eyes again. I increased the volume on the phone, overriding the warning of the potential injury to my ears. It’s a long way to Lagos and I allowed Asa to accompany me into my destiny.
We got to Lagos a couple of minutes after six the following morning and I stared through the window, seeing the cars trailing each other like coaches on an unending train. People moved in a hurry like ants in a disturbed colony and hawkers ran along the sides of cars and buses selling their wares. Yoruba music, loud and piercing, rose from music stores, probably to soothe the chaotic scene, but ended up enhancing the frenzy. I felt exhilaration and dismay at the same time—like a man on a plane for the first time. The bus crawled through the traffic at a 2G internet pace. My mouth yearned to be brushed, and my stomach grumbled for food. We stopped at Ojota and some of the passengers got down. Another bunch dropped at Maryland later and eventually we reached the park in Ijora. The bus gave a loud hiss and the engine died and everyone got up to carry or drag their luggage down. I came down with my bag clamped to my shoulder, looking around. Eric was not in sight. I pulled my phone out,
We got to Eric’s house on Alpha Beach on the Lagos Island about an hour later. It was a one room apartment attached to a huge uncompleted building that looked like a warehouse. A settee lined the wall of the little room while a gigantic, old TV sat facing it. A mattress lay on the carpet to the left-hand side of the room. Two bags lined the bottom of the unmade mattress and a couple of trousers and shirts hung by the window pane; no wardrobe was in sight. I looked up and saw two huge spiders hanging on the ceiling, their well-established webs giving away the secret that they had not been disturbed for the last one year. The smell of dirty socks and unaired shoes hovered over the room. ‘Welcome to my bunk,’ Eric said, pulling his shoes off before stepping on the carpet. ‘Make yourself comfortable. The toilet and the kitchen are the doors you saw outside before we got in.’ He pointed to the bottom of the mattress. ‘Keep your bag at the bag station over there.’ He sat on the settee and p
I finished the noodles Eric cooked and dropped the plate on the carpet. It wasn’t properly cooked, but it filled my stomach and that was what mattered. The room was stuffed with the smell of the noodle’s spice and I felt nauseated all of a sudden. I leaned back on the settee and took long breaths, calming my stomach. I turned to Eric, who was also sitting on the settee, and found his eyes on me. Tolu was still planted on the mattress, his eyes glued to the phone and his left hand buried in his trouser. ‘Are you ready?’ Eric asked. ‘What do you think?’ I said. ‘You have kept me in suspense for two days.’ Tolu chuckled. ‘Eric, spill the beans! It’s not fair keeping us in suspense.’ Eric coughed and nodded. ‘It’s a strange plan, but just listen, and give your comments and objections later. Is that okay?’ I nodded and wondered why he said the plan was strange. Eric coughed again and his brown eyes twinkled like brown diamonds. I could hear his breath coming in fast, excited rhythm.
‘Tolu started it all,’ Eric said. ‘He met this guy from the UK online. Tolu was posing as a merchant from Nigeria selling Tin. This guy fell for Tolu’s gimmick and wanted to be part of it. He asked for samples and Tolu sent some to him. The guy got the sample, confirmed that it was the right quality and they struck a deal for him to buy a container load. He was meant to pay a third of the money last week, but he mailed and said there was a change in the plan: he was coming to Nigeria to see Tolu and to verify the quantity and quality before it’s shipped out.’ Eric paused. ‘Tolu tried to dissuade him, promising to send more samples. But the man insisted on coming. Tolu told him it wasn’t safe to come because of the high incidence of foreigner’s kidnapping, but the man was adamant and insisted to come or the deal was off. That’s when Tolu came to me with the problem, saying he was cutting off all communications with the guy and abandoning the deal. But I saw the opportunity and I told T
Tolu bought moi moi and bread for lunch at the café by the beach that afternoon. We stuffed ourselves with it and drank lots of water. Tolu left after the meal, saying he had to return his uncle’s car before he gets home after the day’s work. ‘What’s with him?’ I asked Eric when we returned to the room. ‘Why is he into this? Didn’t you say his uncle is rich or something? Why is he scamming people?’ ‘He wants to go to England,’ Eric said. ‘His uncle is rich alright, but he is as stingy as a needle with a short thread. All his children are abroad but he has refused to send Tolu there, saying he didn’t have the money to do it. I think he wants Tolu to remain here so he could keep running errands and do the house chores.’ ‘What about his wife?’ ‘She lives in New York. She comes once a year. Tolu’s uncle goes to see her most of the time.’ ‘So they don’t want Tolu to go there?’ Eric chuckled. ‘You know how rich people are; their children can have all the advantages in life but other c
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. Tolu had returned briefly around eight that evening and gave me his laptop, with a folder containing the printed email exchanges he had with the white guy. ‘I hope you find some clues there,’ he said, moving toward the door. ‘But the guy is not after us or working with the police. He is probably one of the most gullible people I have tried to swindle.’ ‘I hope you are right,’ I said, opening the laptop. ‘I am,’ he said. ‘It’s a gift I have; otherwise, I would have been caught by now.’ He scratched his elbow. ‘I am off to a cousin’s birthday party in Surelere. Want to come?’ Eric and I shook our head in unison. ‘Alright, see you guys tomorrow,’ he said and opened the door. ‘Tolu?’ Eric said. Tolu turned. ‘Yes?’ ‘Don’t get drunk and tell stories.’ Tolu smiled and raised his two fingers to make the peace sign. ‘I won’t. See you later.’ And he walked out of the door. ‘He must be brave,’ I said. ‘We are going to kidnap someone in two days’ time a
Tolu came around eleven that morning and the three of us went over the plan again. Eric and Tolu thought the plan was flawless and they both gave me a hi-five at the end of my presentation. But a nagging unease lingered in my mind; I couldn’t place my hand on what was wrong, but it was there—teasing me, warning me.‘Dominic James is your scammer name?’ I asked Tolu. ‘I saw it in the email.’He smiled. ‘Yeah; that’s the name Mr. Potter knows me with. Don’t call me Tolu in his presence or he will know we are up to something.’I nodded. ‘Is that the name you use in all your scams?’‘No!’ he said. ‘You use a different name and email for every scam. That way no one can keep track of you.’ He smiled and looked fifty times more handsome. ‘Once you are done, dump the name and the email.’‘How do you keep track of all the names?’ Eric asked.‘That’s easy,’ Tolu said. ‘You read the previous conversations so you can remember what your name was.’Eric smacked his hands together. ‘You guys are sma
Two events came up that evening and complicated our plans and threw it in jeopardy. Eric’s phone rang at about eleven that night.‘Tolu,’ Eric said into the phone. ‘What’s up?’He listened.My heart began to beat faster and I felt something had gone wrong. Did Tolu have an accident? Was his uncle taking the car from him and it won’t be available tomorrow?‘What are you saying, Tolu?’ Eric said, his voice rising. ‘Are you saying you won’t be able to come?’I swallowed. My heart galloped faster and I sat on the bed.Eric listened to Tolu’s reply and I waited for him to make a reply to give me a clue on what’s going on. ‘Tolu, don’t kill this plan,’ Eric said. ‘Did you hear me? Don’t kill this plan! The target is coming tomorrow, what do you want us to do now that you are coming up with this? What in the world—’He listened some more and my heart ran faster.‘Tolu,’ Eric said at last. ‘This is unacceptable. Find another malarial drug and take. Take ten tablets if you have to, but get we