Bola’s relationship with Gboyega continues to blossom. They talk every morning and night but he refuses to mention the incident with Kofo.
Bola had wondered why he hadn’t called the night he left Akure for Shagamu.
She had waited all day for his call. When she did not hear from him by a quarter to midnight, she decided to ring him. She wanted to be sure he was home safely.
Gboyega lied to her that he had slept off immediately he got home. He could not bring himself to tell her the truth. His mobile phone had been in his jeans pocket and the trouser lay on the floor where Kofo had pulled it down his thighs; her hands and lips exploring every nook of his body. The phone had rang continuously for a few minutes when the lovers were taking delight in the pleasures of their bodies and their orgies were about hitting a crescendo. None of them had heard the constant ringing and even if they had, the call would have been ignored.
Gboyega had seen the missed calls the next morning as he was about to call Tosan but had decided against calling Bola immediately.
After the incident of the previous night, his mind and conscience was in disarray.
He needed to calm his spirit before he could call her. When he was safe and settled in Tosan’s apartment, he put a call to her.
It took a lot of willpower as the guilt of the night weighed so much on his soul that he felt dirty talking to her. Bola had noticed that he sounded depressed but he had waved it off as his lack of sleep. She was just beginning to trust him and he was not ready to break the fragile trust she had in him.
Gboyega has not seen or heard from Kofo in a while. Even though, he is happy that she is out of his life, he is also skeptical. Kofo was not one to be messed with and he knew that too well.
He hoped she was gone for good but at the same time, he reckoned she was probably preparing another arsenal of weapons.
The months pass by quickly and his National Youth Service Programme comes to a close.
He is most delighted because he would no longer be far away from Bola. He has saved up some money from the allowance paid to him by the government and he intends to propose to her after his programme. Even though he does not have a job yet, he knows they only needed to take it one day at a time. Besides, Bola had also mentioned that she did not intend to get married as a student. So that gave him ample time to look for a job, secure an apartment and settle down in Akure.
Mrs. Davies drives home alone on a Friday night.
She is tired and exhausted from a long day at work. She lets herself into her house and goes to the refrigerator to get herself a bottle of water. Her phone rings from her handbag and she walks back to the settee to get it. She looks at the caller ID. The number is hidden.
She wonders who could be calling her at this time of the night with a hidden number.
“Hello. This is Mrs. Davies, right?” The caller asks.
“Yes, Mrs. Davies speaking.”
“I have some information that would be of great interest to you.”
“Information? Sorry, may I know who I am speaking with?” Banke asks.
“A friend.” The caller says
“A friend? From where please? Have we met before?”
“Mrs. Davies, all these questions are inconsequential at the moment.
Your husband was killed some years ago, right?”
“Who are you?” Banke shouts into the phone as she begins to shake.
“I told you I’m a friend. Take this address down.”
Banke rummages through her handbag for a pen and a paper.
The caller reels out an address. “You might find something interesting in that address.”
The mysterious caller drops the call and Banke looks at her phone confused. The caller had not given a name and the ID had also been hidden.
She tries to think if it was a man or a woman speaking but the voice had sounded muffled.
A door slams and she is startled. She looks around her and she is suddenly afraid.
She goes to the main door and locks it.
She closes all the window blinds and goes to her room fearfully.Who was playing games with her?
She locks the door of her bedroom behind her as well. She sits on her bed and scrolls through her phone. She hits the dial button on a number.
“Banke, how are you? It’s been a while.” Inspector Tayo asks cheerfully.
“Tayo, please I need help.”
“Is there a problem?” Tayo asks, his tone getting serious.
“I just received a call from someone who mentioned Femi’s death. The person gave me an address and asked that I go there.”
Tayo laughs. “Banke, I’m sure it’s a crank call. Don’t bother yourself over it.”
“But what if it is not. What if….I don’t know, maybe Femi’s killers live there.”
“Banke, don’t do anything stupid. We tried our best to look for Femi’s killers. They were never found. They disappeared into thin air.”
Tayo interrupts her. “There are no what ifs Banke. So go to bed and have a good night’s sleep. Okay?”
Banke is quiet.
“Tayo, Femi was your friend.” Banke says as a sob catches in her throat. “Are you saying we would never find his killers?”
Tayo sighs loudly. “Yes, he was my friend. I am not happy that we never found his killers. There is really nothing we can do at the moment. We went to the airport together to see if we could locate the taxi. You could not identify the taxi or the driver. What else could I have done?” Banke is crying and does not utter a word.
“Banke, please let this matter rest.”
“Thank you.” Banke says as she cuts the call.
Oh how she wished she could turn back the hands of time. To have Femi back in her arms. How wicked the world is. To have rendered her a widow and her only daughter fatherless at a young age.
She takes off her clothes and steps into her bathroom to take a bath. She walks out of the bathroom minutes later still in tears. Tears will not bring Femi back but right now, she feels so heartbroken. The strange call had reopened old wounds. She lies on her bed and sobs till she falls asleep.
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The next morning, Banke rises up from her bed after a fitful sleep. She has a nagging headache from her lack of sleep. She ponders over last night’s call. She is unsure of what to do but she needs to satisfy her curiosity. She decides to ring a colleague of hers.
“Good morning Lolu.”
“Morning Banke, how are you doing?” Lolu asks.
“Not too good.” Banke says.
“What’s the problem?”
“I need a favour.”
“Can you go somewhere with me today?”
“I’ll tell you when we see. Can I pick you up at home?”
Lolu chuckles. “Yeah, but where exactly are we going?”
“It’s out of town and I don’t want to visit alone.”
“Visiting a boyfriend?” Lolu teases.
“Get serious for once Lolu. It’s nothing of the sort. I’ll give you more details when I pick you up.”
“O-Kay! If you say so ma’am. I’ll be waiting.”
Banke takes a quick bath and heads out of her house without breakfast. It is really important that she checks out this address regardless of Tayo’s warning. The only person she could count on was Lolu. He was single, daring and carefree. He was a few years younger than her but he was yet to settle down and get married.
He had the notion that marriage was only for the strong-hearted.
She drives to Lolu’s house to pick him up and the journey to discovery begins.
To be continued