“So you want me to give your friend a job and you still won’t be my friend?” President Ken always sounded happy “not a job but something to get her promoted at work… and…I’m still thinking about it” Biola didn’t know she had a sheepish smile on.
She was in some way glad to hear his voice and after thirty minutes of talking and laughing over silly things President Ken agreed to help Efe. He told Biola that his press secretary was going to call Efe for something special “thank you so much… but please don’t let her know that I called” Biola was determined to help Efe feel better about herself.
The call ended and Biola did not know what to do with herself, she felt like calling him back but stopped herself so she sat in her wardrobe for another thirty minutes thinking of the pleasant conversation she had just had with President Ken. She didn’t understand what was happening to her or why she felt so happy to hear his voice so she took the special phone and smashed it then dumped the pieces in the dustbin; this was to avoid any further calls. She could see the future and it included more calls to him with a probable affair; so the smashed phone ended the possibility of any those events.
She had just finished cleaning the remaining phone particles from her wardrobe floor when she heard a knock on her door, it was Salim. “Salim! What are you doing here?!” she wasn’t happy to see him but Salim ignored her unpleasant reaction and invited himself in “you have a very beautiful home” he said taking an unwelcomed seat.
His confidence was borderline arrogance and instead of feeling irritation Biola felt a rush of attraction but kept her unpleasant front “you have to leave… now… please I …” he interrupted her with a hug that she did not resist, he leaned in to kiss her but she refused him and stepped away “no no no… see, you may look and temporarily act like an adult but it doesn’t make you one… please go home it’s late” she opened the door
“Okay fine, I’m leaving… I only came to see how you were doing, you know… mum told me everything that happened” he opened a small bag she didn’t notice him carry and put a small gift box on the table; as he walked towards the door Umar walked in.
Umar and Salim stopped by the door and looked at each other “hey, Salim” Salim stretched a hand towards Umar and Umar shook it “Umar” still wondering what was going on “I will see you later” the words from Salim set Umar’s head on fire, before he could say anything to Salim Biola quickly banged the door after Salim
“He will see you later?!” Umar repeated the words through heavy breath as he dumped cocaine from a small bag on the dining table and inhaled viciously “calm down, he is like a brother to me… I lived with them at the beach” ignoring Biola’s explanation Umar carried a medium size glass vase and smashed it on the floor then inhaled more cocaine this time with both nostrils.
The fact that he could neither beat nor even touch Biola drove him crazy; his father had threatened to disown or kill him if anything happened to Biola and his father was not one to make empty threat “you have given us more troubles than blessings so I will kill you and no one will say anything” the words of his father stopped him from punching Biola rather he punched the wall and left a patch of his blood on it
“Umar!!” Biola called but he ignored her, took his car keys and left the house. While driving around Adetokumbo Ademola Street like a mad man for ten minutes, he saw Salim enter a bus and followed the bus until Salim came out of the bus.
It was half past nine at night, the bus stop was empty and Salim needed to cross the express way on foot to get home but instead of using the pedestrian bridge, he decided to cross the express way on foot and as he did Umar saw the chance to act on his anger.
Umar quickly put his car in gear and hit Salim at 100 KM/Hr, it was not enough for him to hit Salim once; he reversed his car on top of Salim and drove over him again leaving the boy on the floor choking on his blood.
It was half past nine at night, the bus stop was empty, not even an unassuming passer-by to help. Salim’s phone rang, it was his mother calling to scold him for missing his curfew but he was struggling for air to live wishing the phone would answer itself and tell the person on the other line to come to his aid but unfortunately for him wishes are not horses.
