By Felix Brambaifa
She waited for them to come. Her anger was now like the beauty of the insane. Days had passed since her first attempt at bringing justice with her own hands. Ekadi was a good runner, it was easy admitting to that fact even though she hated the taste of it. There was a time she had felt her heart rejoice, she had pursued him towards an high fence designed not to be climbed over by anyone but then in surprising shock she saw Ekadi without any physical assistance do the unexpected with flawless ease. In retrospect she had come to agree that, day had been created to bless her efforts with frustration and disappointments. It was minutes after the unsuccessful pursuit, on her way back that she had fallen into the arms of a police van, her pockets had wraps of marijuana and for two weeks she had stayed in police custody while Ekadi rejoiced.
But now she was back and Ekadi was still ignorant of it, the hunger to bleed his head was now like a righteous calling. Her return had been visited by the numerous rumors of how he had openly celebrated her shame. So now she waited, ready to show how a woman could actually make his life unpleasant.
One of the boys had gone to his house, to make report of the unhealthy return. He had met the absence of his boss and immediately began his return trip with an insane speed.
The happiness to run from a house too disturbing to endure because of Nfong had prompted the early morning flight and without planning for the unexpected he had gone ahead with his eyes closed.
This time he was unlucky, this time he walked into her waiting arms and his legs stood transfixed for the reason of sudden fear. He was too close and any sudden move would put Ngozi on a swift offensive. Their eyes stayed on each other, waiting for the time when their legs would do their commands. Then she ran towards him with a devilish rage and from nowhere she brought out a short machete.
The heartbeats in his chest congealed as fear came upon him like cold sent from the arctic. But then he moved his hand to the ground and in great desperation gave a great swipe.
He had embraced the initiative the very instant his eyes fell on a discarded baton very close within reach. She came towards him already feeling triumphant, expecting not even the least attempt at defense but as they say surprise was never a thing to be expected. He flogged her hand; the machete fell as she slowly absorbed the pains, he took flight.
She had seen his hand move but at that instant her speed became her mistake, the reason Ekadi had once again escaped her fury. She nursed her injured hand, her mind boiling by the seconds and it was then she knew the line had been drawn by her pains and the time for real barbarity had come.
He had been wise situating his business far from his house. But he knew only foolishness was to be held responsible for falling into the trouble Ngozi would violently turn into a funeral dance. She was like the Mother of the area urchins combined; they respected her and went on errands like pigeons begging to fly into their freedom, Messages that sometimes sent people to hospital beds and others packing. All she had to do was say the words and the name on the list would start asking for God.
He had attacked in self defense and this was trouble, no explanation or pleading would erase the punishment looming in the dark and this he was sure of. He was now a finished man and like one trying to live his new status he walked his various paths with a certain sluggishness as if to attract pity. The workshop was his everything but because of the need to pay for a certain disaster manifested from Nfong’s troubles which at that time had seemed more important he had gone ahead and not knowing what the future had in store had brought a more serious trouble on his head.
He heard the familiar shout that was the everyday mood of the compound as he entered. Again he met the land lord who would not waste time on emphasizing his belief.
“I swear on my old age, that woman will dig your grave even before you are ready to go”
With his eyes he searched her out from among the crowd and his heart quaked in pains while his head grumbled in disapproval at his greatest mistake
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