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Chapter Four

‘Deinde.’ Sir Makinde said slowly, his wrinkled Adam’s apple juggled up and down his throat like a Ping-Pong ball. Sir Makinde was wearing a white cotton robe and the bulging vein on his hand owing to his age and years of hard work seemed to bulge out the more from the grasp he had on the glass tumbler he held. He was standing before his T.V and the rectangular speakers standing erect on the ground under the plasma were blaring waves of Oyenka Owenu's ‘One Love’ at a very truncated volume. The tumbler he was holding which was half filled with red wine hadn’t been touched. Sir Makinde was fond of acting all dramatic sometimes and what he was doing didn’t really get me astonished. I put the wine he had poured for me in a similar tumbler on my lips and sipped gently. It was Sunday evening and I had left for his house after giving Kath and the kids a ride to Isioma’s place. I was sitting on one of the white couches in Sir Makinde’s exquisite sitting room. He was a widow whose only child, a female of Isioma's age had died along with her mum in a car accident. He lives with Akin, his houseboy who is speciously 14 years old.

‘Deinde used to be Bede's minion.’ He finally said sitting down on another white couch beside me placing his tumbler on the glass stool between the two couches. ‘He was not my type of person. To be sincere with you, his shady character made me despise him. He was an ambitious chap in his youth. Too ambitious that I began having wild thoughts about the unthinkable things he could do for money. He could lick Bode's sole and he was everywhere Bode was even though the latter was just 5 years older than he was owing to what Bode had done for him. But then, Deinde after a few years running errands here and there for Bode, suddenly became a big businessman. He became the Deinde I never knew. Whatever he was doing for money wasn’t as crystal clear as it should be. I heard from a reliable source that he solely owned a casino and an exclusive brothel. It was rumoured recently that Deinde wants to go into partnership with some rich lads to establish ‘a-one-of -a- kind five-star hotel’’
He stopped and rubbed his palm together.

‘Are you of the idea that Deinde killed Bode?’ He asked and I couldn’t read anything on his face.

Sir Makinde is that kind of person that has this blank expression that only psychics could read whatever he has in his mind. He rarely displays a compassionate expression and I had never seen fear on his face before. He smiles were the once in a blue moon type. That cold, still, forced smile that occasions demand he must have. There were times I wonder how he managed to enchant the gentle, always smiling and cheerful Ma’am Makinde, may her soul R.I.P but one can’t really tell with the oldies romance.

‘Seun personally mentioned him. He was Seun’s number one suspect and that was why I decided to ask if you knew him. One can’t be sure he did but with what you just told me about Deinde, his acts which depicts that of an old gangster lord could probe someone to start having some wild ideas.’ I replied sipping my wine.

‘Son,’ He started once again like he was going to reveal a long hidden secret. ‘There is something you need to know about Bode. He got to know Helen through Deinde.’

He paused for a second then continued. ‘But I did my research on her and I discovered she used to work in one of Deinde’s brothels.’

That was some news.

‘Did Bode Edun knew his wife was a slut?’

‘He didn’t and I didn’t tell him.’ Sir Makinde said unremorsefully.

I gave him the look that seemed to ask why.

‘Of what help would that do him?’ He got the message I was passing or so I thought. 'Bode lost his confidence in Seun when Seun had that accident and Sarah also became aphasic. He was scared of what would become of Edun Foods when he is gone that he finds it hard to hide his fear. Deinde saw this and decided to take advantage of it. Whatever Deinde was up to, I have no idea but the next thing I knew was that Bode started seeing Helen immediately Seun was sent abroad.’ He said and I could feel disappointment in his speech. ‘Bode had been dating Helen even while his wife was alive.’ Sir Makinde looked at me with much intense like what he said was hidden behind my retina.

‘Seun made mention of some Aphasia. What's that about?’ I asked inquisitively.

‘Sarah’s case was the first I would ever witness. You know, the aphasia is a situation whereby the affected person, would be mute and lose his/her sense of communication due to brain damage. Sarah wasn’t exactly medically fit even before she became aphasic so when she was informed about Seun’s accident and the death of the passengers and the driver, she had collapsed before listening to the concluding part of the story. She was unconscious for a month and some weeks.’ He seemed angry. ‘When Sarah finally woke up, she couldn’t speak but she understood what is being said because she nods and shook her head in reply to questions and she could also write her reply to questions down. That was why the doctor told us her type of aphasia was mild.’

That was explicable enough.

‘When Bode told me about Helen. I scolded him like any sane elder brother would. I asked him why he had to take advantage of Sarah’s pitiful condition to be infidel. He told me Sarah was already menopausal and even if she weren’t, it took her years to bear Seun, there wasn't any assurance that she would have another child. He clearly made it known to me that he only wants Helen to bore him a child. I gave up when there was no hope he would listen to me. His mind was made up and Deinde was encouraging him. When that girl came into his life, Bode became too secretive and slowly drifted away from me. Probably because I never stopped reprimanding him.’

The Mp3 had switched to another song. It was Phil Collins’ ‘all of my life’. Sir Makinde may be a workaholic, but he loves music. Old school music.

What he told me about Bode, Sarah, Helen and Seun Edun made complete sense. Bode Edun cheated on his wife because she was mute and couldn’t bear another child and also because his only son had an accident. He wanted a substitute in case something bad happens to Seun. Why can’t I help thinking Deinde and Helen had aces up their sleeves? Why had he called Helen just right before she died anyway?

‘The police found an unknown finger print on the door knob of the Edun’s’ I said

‘You think it belonged to Deinde?’

‘That would be improbable and so silly of Deinde to have done the killing himself which I’m sure he didn’t. Maybe Deinde hired someone to do the killing. It would be very hard to find the killer if that is the case because I have a hunch whoever it is would have left the country when he had the chance.’

‘But there is no harm in paying Deinde a friendly visit. Is there? You might be lucky to pick something from his countenance or you might be fluky he might give himself away when you ask questions.’


I reasoned with him. The gut feeling that the killer gained entrance into the house easily gave me the idea the killer must have mentioned Deinde’s name to the gatekeeper or it might even be Deinde himself for the gate keeper to let him in.

I think I would be paying Deinde a visit. His fingerprint would do.

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