CHAPTER 6
Cynthia was getting tired of following Henry. She began to sweat profusely after riding for a long time. Her thighs were beginning to ache, her eyes were sleepy, and a headache was coming on. But she wouldn’t just leave her Madam in the hands of that dreadful beast, hence she was prepared to follow till the end. It started to feel like forever before Henry finally pulled over to the right side of the road.

Cynthia quickly brought her bike to a stop, got down silently from the bicycle and ran into the nearest bush hiding she could find. Henry had parked his car quite farther ahead, so she didn’t need to fear being caught, but she remained cautious. Cynthia heard the car’s door open, footsteps, another door opening, the falling of a body into the bush, doors being shut, then the car zooming off at great speed.

She heaved a heavy sigh of relief before she stepped out of the bush. She looked around the street. This street was not developed, but there were a few houses at the next right turn up-ahead. Cynthia looked ahead of her to where she heard the body drop – her Madam’s body drop – and ran as fast as her short legs could let her. By the time she arrived at the location, she was breathless and began to step into the bush, searching for the body.

When Cynthia found the body, she noticed that Henry had removed the sheet he used to wrap Ireti’s body. She also noticed the evening gown, the one Ireti had worn for dinner just hours before. Cynthia caught herself weeping again. And she couldn’t control it. She was looking at the face of her dear friend, the one who treated her more special than anyone on the face of the earth. Ever since they met, Cynthia had loved Ireti like she would love her sister, even though Cynthia had none.

Again, Cynthia had to do something, and fast. She bent low so she could touch Ireti, to shake her to see if she would wake up.

“Madam. Madam, wake up. I’m here, Madam. Na Oga do you like this? Kai, Madam please wake up, you hear?”

Cynthia put her ear to Ireti’s chest to listen for a heartbeat. She remained as quiet as she could, not breathing nor blinking, trying hard to detect life in her Madam. Cynthia had watched a lot of American movies on the big screen TV in the house, and she had seen doctors doing what she was doing now, trying to listen for some sign of a heartbeat. Now she wished she had a stethoscope.

There it was! So faint! So soft, but Ireti’s heart was still beating. Her chest was barely lifting and falling again, so that was why Henry had not noticed that she still breathed. Cynthia began to laugh and cry at the same time, clutching her hands together in prayer-mode, looking up to Heaven, thanking the universe for listening to her prayers. Then she hurriedly grabbed her skirt to clean the tears streaming down her face so she could see clearly. And she needed to find help, someone willing to take her Madam to the hospital. Thankfully, Cynthia had spotted lights coming from a few houses on the next right turn. She walked fast towards the houses, wishing that she would find someone kind enough to offer a helping hand. She needed a “Good” Samaritan.



SANDRA

“Who be that? Who be that?!” Someone was pounding heavily at the front gate and the gate man was having a hard time keeping his anger in check. Fear had gripped him at first, but now the persistent banging was beginning to piss him off really bad. Did this person not possess the word ‘patience’ in their dictionary? Apparently not. So Steven ran to the gate, pulling his trousers over each leg, trying hard not to trip. By this time, he knew his ‘Madam’ would have heard all that noise and would be very much awake now.

“Who be you?” Steven asked the stranger that kept looking at him through the peephole, with wide, frightened eyes, like someone had been chasing her for hours.

“Who you dey look for?” Steven asked again as she refused to answer, but kept looking

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