Lara lay-sprawling on the ground till daylight
came, she remained fixed to her position too
weak to move. She was surprised she survived
She felt her belly; the contractions on her pelvis
had stopped. Maybe her baby ls dead-she
“God forbid” she thought aloud.
She won’t go through all this troubles in vain.
With difficulty, she sat up to survey her
She was sitting in what looked like a small farm,
behind a house.
She held her breathe; was she back to square
She saw a young boy walk out of the house to
empty his bowels. She shuffled behind some
The shuffling sound got the boy’s attention, he
looked around, walked towards the farm.
“Who be you?” he asked angrily.
Lara kept her eyes fastened on his, too scared
“I say who you be?” he asked again.
Lara kept mute,what would she tell him.
Her abdomen contracted painfully, she let out a
The boy looked scared. He ran towards the
“Maami…maami…come and see o, one woman
like that.” he shouted as he ran.
“Obirin-woman? What is she doing there? Ehn?” a
fat woman ran out of the house.
“Who be you?” she asked bending to peer at
Lara couldn’t reply, she kept pointing at her
abdomen as she writhed in pains.
The woman got the message.
“Jide! Jide o! Go and call your father.” She
shouted at her son
“Yee! Mo ku!” Lara screamed as she battled.
“So you be yoruba?” the woman asked quitely.
“My waist! My legs…my….yeee!” Lara screamed.
She was in labour.
The woman’s husband came out, and they both
helped Lara into the house.
Tony gazed at their mini-gardem from his
bedroom window. Another day without any news
He’s been having nightmares lately, everything
was filed with bad omen.
“I wonder why that girl is so ill-lucked.” he said
He hoped to see her alive.
Some noise coming from the parlour jolted him
back to reality. Some people were quarelling.
“so after all your son did to my friend, he still
had to use her for rituals!” Deji screamed
“Useless Igbo people! Weere! Awon Olori
buruku!” Funke clapped her hands.
“Mum? What’s going on here?” Tony asked his
“These people just came in and…” Amara tried
“Useless impotent eediot!” Deji spat at him.
“Produce my friend for me oooo!”
“What’s this chaos all about? This shouldn’t be
happening.” Tony tried to be calm.
“May Sango strike you down! Oshi! Who is
chaos? If you know what is good for you,
produce my friend o!” Deji shrilled.
“Yes o! Deji omo mi! Show this useless Igbo
people that Yoruba’s are not cool!” funke
gingered her up.
“Please, for the sake of peace, you should leave
now.” Tony said authoratively.
“Leave where? I’ll show you, I grew up in
Ajegunle! It seems you don’t know me wella, I’m
the ‘Deji toh badt’, the female version of an
agbero!” Deji demonstrated before them.
“Mum please go inside” Tony told his mother
who was shedding tears.
“You are not going anywhere o! Produce Omolara
o! Dead or alive, we want her now!” Deji ranted.
Tony felt his head spin, he was too weak to face
such trouble. To think that Lara isn’t there to
He slumped slowly to the ground.
“Tony…To…” Amara rushed to her son.
“you’ve not seen anything yet, Sango will strike
you down, one by one.” Deji clapped.
“Lets go!” she told Funke who followed her out
of the house.
“Tony, are you okay?” Amara shook him.
He shook his head slowly in pains, sobbing
silently. He just hope his greatest fear won’t