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[b]Idemudia

Chapter Six

"Aba!" Idemudia shook his dad for the third time. "Aba?" This time, panic found its way to his voice. "Ine, Aba no dey talk ooo." The man lay where he had fallen, without moving a muscle.
"Why you dey tell me?" Ine asked in a tone of voice filled with emotion. "You no see as the whole place dey smell Kain Kain? Ehn? Even with the soup and smoke, the whole place still dey smell Kain Kain. You see your Papa life? Ehn? Make him kuku die if he wan die jor, ebiabo!" Ine huffed, as she walked out of the room. Her back was set straight in defiance. Idemudia stared at his mom's retreating back and sighed. He knew she still loved Aba deep down, even though the man had become such a nuisance.

Ohis picked up the bucket once more and emptied what was left of its contents on Aba's face. He wasn't doing any much talking tonight.
"Chai!" Adeh screamed awake. "You wan kill me, dis pikin?" He still could not fully process what was happening. He wondered why he was on the floor; but his head ached with vengeance when he tried to get up. He ran one palm over his soaked clothes and swore under his breath. His second attempt to get off the ground was as futile as the first.
Idemudia heaved a sigh of relief. At least, the man was alive. He had almost given him a scare.
"Aba why you go drink again na? You no see as Ine dey provoke for you?"
"Heeee Okosun!" Adeh exclaimed. "Na me you dey talk to like dat, dis pikin? Abi you smoke beans?"
Idemudia shook his head in anger. If only his dad knew what he had actually smoked. "I no smoke anything Aba. You no fit go dey drink everyday. The money wey you say you no get, no be wetin you dey go blow on top Ini Paepae Kain Kain so? Who Kain Kain don help? I no go pay school fees? Ohis no go go school? Which kain winch be all dis wan now, ehn?"
Adeh must have concluded he was having a bad dream, since he knew his son couldn't talk to him that way. So he concentrated on the primary task of getting off the floor.

Ohis couldn't quite tell what was happening. He went to the door to check if any Area boys were coming. There was none.
"Ides!" Ohis was still looking outside.
"Ehn?" Idemudia responded. Ohis was the only one that abbreviated his name that way. "Wetin you dey check for outside?"
"I been tink say one of dem Fryo people dey pursue me na. No be in make I pick race dat first time? Shuo! No be in make I jam Ine come throway soup the second time? Na im even make me throway lanta sef..."
"Mtchew!"Idemudia hissed. "Na me jor. See wetin you don cause na."
Ohis stood for a second as his seven year old brain tried to process how he had caused all the problems of the evening. "But no be me make Aba drink Kain Kain na?"
Idemudia stared at his younger brother, then at his father, who had finally succeeded in pushing himself off the floor, onto the tattered couch, and walked out the same door Ine had gone out of moments ago.

Ohis seemed confused. He stood for some time looking at Aba. The man had started snoring. "Aba, make I check wheda Ine go gree gimme food chop," Ohis blurted out as he too began going towards the back door. Just then, two bright eyes shone at the front doorway. Ohis stood transfixed for some seconds. Then he remembered the stories about witches and wizards Ine kept telling them. Convinced he was seeing a witch, he turned round and made a dash through the back door.
Bingo moved into the darkness of the room unhindered. In seconds, the dog had located the soup spilled on the floor and began its business of licking the floor clean. Then it moved to the half empty pot lying nearby.

***

Idemudia sat on one of the back rows in class the next day. He didn't want to be too conspicuous. He had come to school very early, and had totally avoided the uncompleted building. He had even refused to go to Ini Paepae for Akamu that morning. He didn't want anything to do with the woman responsible for his dad's constant drunken state. He still didn't have the money for his fees, but he hoped for a miracle. Maybe they'd let him stay in class this time.
"All stand!" The class prefect shouted.
Everyone stood up. "Good morning sir, we are happy to see you, God bless you sir, amen," they all chorused.
Idemudia stood up as well, but didn't join in the chorus. He tried to hide behind his colleagues. Mr Ekatah was perhaps the wickedest in his school, and he was their form teacher. Idemudia sighed as the man stood proudly as the class greeted him. Idemudia was convinced he'd be driven home again today.
"Please sit down," Mr Ekatah instructed. "Thank you very much. Now I couldn't help but notice a malnourished puppy hovering about the premises. Who's dog is that, and why was it brought to school?"
A pair of forty eyes turned in Idemudia's direction.
Idemudia was far away from the class. His mind had drifted to the events of the previous night. He had had to go to sleep hungry because Ine had gone into the kitchen, and instead of making fufu, had cradled the pestle and sobbed on it for the better part of the night. He had had to give Ohis something else to eat since Bingo had licked whatever was left of their soup. Above all, thoughts of Fryo had kept coming to his mind...
"Idemudia!" Mr Ekatah barked.
Idemudia jumped out of his reverie. "Yes sir!"
"Is that thing outside yours?"
"What thing sir?" Idemudia's gaze followed the man's pointing hand. Bingo!
"Oh yes sir."
"Would you please take that thing away from here?"
"Yes sir," Idemudia answered; "right away sir." He made to leave the classroom.
"Wait a minute!"
Idemudia stopped in his tracks.
"Have you paid your fees now?"
"No sir!"
"Dont return till you have it."
"Yes sir."
"Now get out and take that thing with you."

***

Uyi sat some paces from the front row. She looked at Idemudia as he walked out of the classroom for the third time that week. She made up her mind to do something about it...

To be continued... [/b]

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Chapter Five
Idemudia
Ohis ran straight into Ine, who was making her way from the kitchen into the parlour. The collision knocked the pot she had been carrying to the floor, content spilling all over the place. Ohis fell to the ground simultaneously.He jumped away almost immediately as his hands and legs found hot slimy liquid. He tried to rub his palms on his clothes; the pain was almost unbearable.
"Osenobulua mhen na!" The woman screamed as she jumped backwards in reflex action. "Wetin dey do you dis boy?" She glared at her son in anger. “Now you don throway the whole soup. Ready for hunger. Idiot! Common get up dia."
Although Ohis' legs were smarting from the pain, he could not scream. He knew he was in soup, now that he had knocked down Ine's soup pot. He slid across the floor, towards one wall, and rested his back against it. Their parlour was not a big one. He had run into the room attempting to run through the other doorway out into their backyard. How was he to know Ine would come in at that exact time? Realising he had just dashed his family's hope for supper, he bore the pain, crawled on all fours back to the spot, picked up the half empty pot and attempted to pack the steamy Ogbolo soup back in.
"Commot dia jor." Ine said, knocking his hands off the pot in the process. "Na your soup for three days you throway so. And you wan even begin return am to the pot? Which kind monkey you be? You sure say na me born you? Oji'omon!"
As Ohis attempted to respond, his elder brother walked in.
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Idemudia looked at his mother's face. He could not tell what the yelling was about. He moved his gaze from Ohis to the soup pot, and then to the substance on the floor. The aroma of Ogbolo soup filled the room, as his stomach growled in response. "Heo! Ine, who throway soup for ground na?"
"Thunder fire you dia, Monkey! Where you dey since morning? You think say you fit just enter house like Willie Willie come begin ask about soup? Abi you chop winch? And who give you dat lantern wey you carry?" The woman moved closer to Idemudia. "Oh, na you dey pursue dis small rat abi? Na you make am run come jam me throway soup, ehn? Na night dem dey play hide and seek?"
Idemudia felt the slap before he saw it. One minute Ine was standing close to him, the next minute, his face was smarting.
"Oh na! Wetin I do na?" Idemudia let the lantern drop as his hand instinctively flew to his face. The lantern, already cracked from the earlier fall, spun close to the mat on the ground. Kerosene spilled out onto the mat, and in a matter of seconds, it was on fire. It took a few seconds for the trio to figure out what was happening. The flame rose hungrily, engulfing half of the mat in seconds.
Ohis jumped off the floor, away from the fire; all thought of the spilled soup forgotten. He remembered he had left a bucket of water outside earlier. The bucket was still under the light bulb, though the light had long since gone. Pale silvery rays enabled him see his way. Picking up the bucket, he rushed back into the parlour and emptied the water on the mat, putting out the fire.
"Thank you my pikin," Ine said to Ohis. "You get sense pass dat your idiot broda. See as you stand dey look me like mirror. Mtchew!"
***
Adeh heard the commotion from outside. He was returning from Ini Paepae's hut, where he had gone to drink Kain Kain. He swayed from side to side, trying to get his balance. He couldn't understand why the ground was shifting. He had probably had too much to drink. His hand went to the doorpost, as he leaned heavily on it. After some seconds he went into the parlour. The stench of smoke hit his nostrils. "Weeetin ha-ha-peen hia?" He slurred. His mouth couldn't seem to frame the words properly. Going further into the room, he slipped on the Ogbolo soup on the ground. His legs gave way as he landed on the ground, skull crashing on the edge of their wooden table.
To be continued...
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Idemudia
Chapter Four
Idemudia was amazed. Where was his little brother running off to? Was that not Ohis? He could have sworn he had heard his brother's voice. But his head was still a little fuzzy from the dual drags of Igbo he had been compelled to inhale that morning. He had probably imagined the whole thing. He waited a while to regain his breath. He was so weak and tired. He looked nervously over his shoulder, as though expecting Fryo or one of the other area boys to jump out of the darkness. When he was sure no one was coming, he went forward gingerly; one unsure step after another. The cool night breeze gently caressed his face, giving him some relief.
Bingo ran around in circles for a while before running off in the direction of an object ahead of them. Idemudia's gaze trailed after the dog. Was that not the lantern Ohis had abandoned? He hadn't imagined the whole thing after all. Bingo gave a surprised yelp when the bulb of the lantern burnt his nose. He jumped back a few paces, growled at the object and ran back towards the boy. Idemudia looked back at the uncompleted building. Had he slept outside it the whole day? There had been no sign of the area boys when he woke up. Maybe they were 'wasted' and still sleeping. God! He was hungry. His growling stomach confirmed it. He gently pressed his stomach down with his left palm as he walked toward the lantern. He picked it off the ground and walked towards home, with Bingo following closely at his heels.
***
In the darkness, a little boy sprinted through the street like an antelope running from a Lion. It was Ohis. He didn't need any lantern. The sense of danger had automatically switched his eyesight to "night vision." At some point he felt he was competing in their school's 100 meters race. It was not until he got to the house that he recalled Ine had been very clear about him not coming home alone. Ohis came to a screeching halt in front of their building. He looked over his shoulder for the first time, his breath rising and falling rapidly like sand dunes in the horizon of the harmattan breeze.
'Osenobulua mhen nan! Ireyu!' Ohis finally exclaimed. That was close. He was sure he outran the area boy. He smiled in the darkness; but not for long. The lantern! He had dropped the lantern. Hands on his head, Ohis began to retrace his steps. When it came to Ine, he could lie about Idemudia, but he will not succeed if he lied about the lantern. His night vision mode had gone off, and he could barely see in the dark. After some minutes of walking through the now silent street, he got scared. What if he ran into the area boys again? The thought had barely left him when he saw a lone figure striding towards him with a lantern. Ohis froze for a second. For the second time that night, the little boy took off again. This time he didn't stop until he was safely inside their house...
To be continued...

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Idemudia
Chapter Three
"Hollam like guy man na. Shuo! Wetin dey work you sef?" Fryo asked Idemudia who was trying in vain to avoid the smoking wrap of Igbo leaves.
"Bros I beg. I no fit smoke ordinary cigar sef, not to talk of dis wan I beg."
"Shut up ma frend? Abi you dey Krays? I never big like you when I begin draw this maga. As I dey na ehn, I fit smoke for Africa. Abi you wan make I teach you the harder way?"
Idemudia reluctantly took the wrap of Igbo from Fryo. He eyed it the way a child without appetite eyes food. The smell turned his stomach. Then he put the wrapped paper to his mouth and sucked in the smoke.
"Korrect boy!" Fryo exclaimed. "See ha you drag the maga sef. Why you come dey yangan before na. You na natural born smoker o."
Idemudia could not reply. He was choking. He tried to breathe but to no avail. His head spun around like a DJs disc. He knew Fryo was saying something, but he couldn't make sense of it. His throat was burning. His eyes were smarting; the tears ran down his cheeks determinedly.
"Shuo. See this monkey o. You wan fall my hand? After I don praise you finish? Oya drag another wan. Make e relax your head."
Idemudia felt the wrap of Igbo leaves on his mouth again. Fryo held it for him this time. He took another drag. He couldn't tell if he did that of his own volition. It seemed he was no longer in control of his senses. He remembered sucking in the smoke repeatedly before he passed out.
***
"Ohis! Ohis ooo."
"Maaaa!" The seven year old boy answered as he ran inside the house. He had been trying to catch some of the Isikun flying about the orange electric bulb in front of the house. He loved roasted termites. They all did.
"Where your broda?"
"Ma?"
"I say where your broda? Abi you deaf?"
"I no deaf jor." Ohis muttered under his breath.
"Wetin you talk?"
"I say I no know ma." Ohis lied. He wanted to go back to what he was doing.
"Since morning? E never come from school since morning?"
"Ine. I no know na. No be the same school we dey go."
"Thunder fire dat your small mouth. No be me put una two for school? You tink say I no know say no be the same school una two dey go. Mtcheew!"
"Better carry lantern go dey shout e name for street o. No come dis haus if you no see am. You hia me? Na so e wan go join bad gang for street? Osenobulua!"
"Haaaa! Ine! Only me? Dis night? Fear no let me o. Eiye o!"
"Okay. Go carry your Papa follow body. You no see say I dey cook?" If na to go dey run round for street you no dey fear darkness o. Komon go find your broda before I change my mind."
Ohis took the lantern from where it was, lit it and went outside. He stood in front of their house and shouted his elder brother's name, his tiny voice an eerie shrill in the darkness. He looked with longing at the Isikun still flying about. He dropped the lantern, ran into the house, got a bucket of water and placed it directly under the light bulb. He knew some of the Isikun would definitely fall into the water. He took the lantern again and called his brother's name for good measure. Moving further down the street, he repeated the calls. In the darkness, he was like an under-aged town crier.
***
Idemudia felt a wet thing on his forehead. He swung his arm around his face protectively. But the wet thing licked his forehead again. Opening his eyes, he saw two shiny eyes staring back at him in the darkness. "Jesus Christ!" Idemudia shouted as he struggled to his feet. Was he having a nightmare? He could not make out where he was. He looked around, trying to make sense of his situation. Then he saw the shiny eyes again. Bingo! Realisation came rushing in. It was his dog that had been licking his face. He tried to spit on the ground, but his throat was dry. He took a step forward and shook his head from side to side. That was when he heard his name. Ohis? He tried to respond but he couldn't. He staggered forward, the sound of his brother's voice his only compass.
***
Ohis approached the uncompleted building in fear and trembling. His mother was so wicked. How could she ask a small boy like him to go search for his elder brother whom he knew could take care of himself? Now he had to go past the dreaded uncompleted building. He stopped for some seconds, unsure what to do next. But he remembered Ine had told him not to return without his brother. So he stood at a safe distance and shouted his brother's name with his tiny voice. He listened. Nothing moved. He took some steps forward and called the name again. Someone staggered out of the darkness. Ohis was so shocked, he threw the lantern away and ran for his dear life...
To be continued...
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