Chapter 51 THE PAYMENT

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
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