-The Story Of Tejumola

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My father kept to his words.He stopped his travellings to stay with us.Maami and i.I always wondered why he had to travel all the time but each time i ask him,he will tell me his little job demands for it.
Even maami became suddenly soo nice.
She made sure I ate well, she even helped me with exercises and massages.The little joy i had was that i was able to write my J.S.C.E before my tommy started bulging.I wondered what Bisi,the over sabi-sabi would say if she sees me pregnant.So i always avoided her.
The day I had the baby was a great day. The joy on my father’s face was beyond description.I wondered if he should actually be happy but i guessed he never wanted to blame me.
“omo dada- good baby” he whispered into the baby’s ears.
He sat on my bedside.
“Sorry, mummy” he teased me.
I smiled for the first time since past months i was pregnant.
“She looks just like you, very beautiful and hairy!” he patted its hair.
“What name would you call her?” he asked
I looked away, name ke! How old am I that I should know how to name babies?! Unless if they would name her Tejumola after me.
“I was thinking of naming her Eniola or Ayobola, but more preferrably Eniola.” he continued, he was used to me refusing to talk.
I simply nodded.
“Welcome to the world Eniola.” he said before whispering some prayers into its ears.
And that was how Eniola came into our family, the identity of her father still remained a mystery to everybody except me. No one dared asked me unless they want to see me cry.
on Eniola’s fourth birthday, things went sour for me.
I was alone in the house, my father has taken Eniola with Maami to the Amusement park.
I refused to go with them despite Eniola’s pleas.
There was a knock on the door.
“Who’s there?” I queried before opening the door.
I saw a fat man with a pot-belly enclosed inside a brocade Agbada smiling at me.
“Good afternoon sir” i flexed my knees, he should be in his early fifties.
“how are you?” he smiled again.
“Fine” I replied with a frown.
“Is Mr Benson-your father around?” he asked.
“No, He went out.”
“Okay, if he comes back, tell him Chief OlaBadmus came to look for him o” he said before turning to leave.
I slammed the door.
Who is this one again? Of course I know Chief OlaBadmus, he is David’s father, what does he want? Where did Baami get this new friend?
I lay gently on the rug, and sleep stole me away.
“Mummy…mummy!” Eniola shook me out of my beauty sleep.
“Lil’ cutie, you’re back?” I sat up.
“Welcome.” I greeted them.
My father handed me an envelope
“The post-man said its for Tejumola Benson.”
I gave him a quizzed look, opened the envelope, a beautiful flower encrusted card fell out: it read
I looked up at my dad, he saw it too, his face expressionless.
I brought out the letter, and commenced reading it.
It was from David, he said he’s sorry for not keeping in touch,that he would be coming back next week, that he missed me,that he loved me e.t.c.
I hissed aloud, tore the letter, picked the card and envelope, and into the thrash can I threw them.
I walked into my room in anger.
Rubbish! I muttered under my breathe.
After ruining my career…he missed me and so what? I guess he wanted to continue from where he stoped
I hissed aloud again.
I turned to see my father holding the torn letter.
“Is he Eniola’s father?” He asked.
I kept mute. He sighed.
“Teju sit down, lets talk.” he began
“you have to tell me, you see…you’re getting married next week…”
I jumped up, my right hand clutching my chest.
“Married? To who? Baami to who?” my voice was close to a whisper .
“I’ve already made arrangements, you can’t sit at home like this..” he hesitated.
“You see…errm, that man that came looking for me, he is your husband to-be” he concluded.
“Baami? Chief OlaBadmus? A man old enough to be my father? That’s a joke right? ” my lips quiverred.
“No joke Teju, you’re getting married.” He rose to leave.
“Baami, please don’t do this to me, it hurts, Baami it hurts.” I was on my knees.
“It hurts? Hmn?when you dragged my name in the mud, threw sand of shame at my face, didnt you think how hurt I was? When you disgraced me, did you stop to think how I felt?” he shot back at me before leaving my room.
I let out a heart rending sob.
This can’t be happening to me, my father can’t do this to me
“Mummy sorry.” Eniola circled her tiny arms round me.
I hugged her tightly and we wept together.
I was kneeling before Maria, I need her to talk to my father.
“Maami, please, help me talk to Baami” I told her.
She shook her head gently.
“I’l try my best okay? Now stand up.” she helped me to my feet.
“where’s Eniola?” she asked
“sleeping.” I replied, resting my head on her shoulders.
We actually became close friends ever since I became pregnant with Eniola. She blamed herself a thousand times for the pregnancy.
“Maami, let me stroll out.” I told her before going out of the house.
I needed to rest my head, a long walk will do.
My ‘wedding’ is just 48hrs away, Maami need to do something fast.I need her to convince my father to change his mind.I just cant get married to David’s father.I just cant imagine it.
I got to the end of the road, stood there for a while, before heading back home.
A range rover sports car pulled up beside me, almost knocking me down.
I jumped! Which kind mad driver is this? I hissed.
“Hey, baby!”
My heart missed a beat.
David walked to where I was.
“I was about coming to your house, and..errm, here you are..” he was all smiles.
I looked away.I acted as if i never met him before.He must be very wicked for not contacting me all this while.
“you haven’t changed, still your beautiful self.”
” so how’s everything?” he tried to take my hands, but i pulled away.
“Baby, anything wrong?” he asked sensing my discomfort.
Which kind bad breeze blow this david come here na!
“Why did you come back?” I snapped.
“I…I’m sorry..fro..for..”
“Why did you come back?” I snapped more angrily this time
“I..I..came cos of you..” he looked confused
I rolled my eyes “you came for your father’s wedding.” I laughed mockingly
“I…yes! You heard of the wedding too? I heard he is getting married to some pretty girl” he laughed.
“And do you know who that girl is?” I grimaced
“Errm no, thats not my problem, what matters now is you and I.”
“You and who?” I asked
“Come o, are you mad? Se ori re buru ni? Do I look like a thrash or a scrap that you can use and dump?” my temper rose furiously
“I…I..I” he began to say
“Shut up! ! Ori gbeku gbeku! Comot ma see road jor” I pushed him away, walking away as fast as I could
Different plans flooded my mind, the best plan was to run away!
I got home, woke up Eniola, picked my purse and sneaked out of the house with her tugging at my skirt.I didnt give it a second thought if running away was the best option for me.What will happen to my father and the suddenly nice maami?
“Mummy, where are we going?” eniola asked as we got into a taxi.
I didn’t reply.
The taxi dropped us off at the car park. I bought a ticket to Lagos, and thank God they needed just one more passenger. In less than thirty minutes, we said Bye to Ibadan.
I felt joy surging through my veins. But my joy was shortlived.
Boom! The two back tyres of the bus we’re in bursted
“Mummy!” Eniola screamed.
I held her tightly as the vehicle somersaulted thrice, it fell into a ditch, and everything just blacked out.
I opened my eyes gently only to shut them back almost immediately due to the piercing pain on my eyelids.
Arrrrgh! I winced.
I opened them again on impulse only to see Eniola sobbing gently.
I looked around me, there was comotion everywhere. Only then did I recall we just had an accident. I quickly sat up when I heard a siren, an ambulance was heading towards us.
“ye! Haaaa! Mi ole ku ooo” one old women screamed as the nurses helped her to her feet.
I managed to stand up, dragged the sobbing Eniola away from the chaos.
“mummy, let’s go home” she whimped. Some blood trickled down her cheek, she’d a cut on her temple.
“Sorry baby” I wiped the blood off with my skirt.
“Young lady, get into the ambulance!” a nurse said to me.
Me? Go back to Ibadan? God forbid.
“No don’t worry, we’d be fine.” I replied.
“But you can’t remain here!” she protested.
“I said I’m not coming with you!” I yelled at her and she left me alone.
Soon the whole scene was deserted, it was getting dark.
I sat Eniola down on stone, she looked tired, I felt so sorry for her.
I saw a station wagon approaching, I quickly flagged it down; luckily it stopped.
“Errm, please, we’re going to Lagos.” I told the driver, surveying the passengers with my eyes.
“five thousand naira”
“No problem.” I shoved Eniola into the vehicle, though I knew the price was over expensive.
It was already dark when we arrived Lagos.
“We’re in Lagos.” I told Eniola excitedly.
She smiled at me and continued to munch her Gala, I wondered if she understood me.
“where do we go? Maybe we should get a hotel room?” I told her again.
“I don’t know” she replied innocently.
“We have enough money girlie..” I was cut short by the rumbling of thunder.
Oh yikes! This rain should hold on, atleast not now.
“mummy!” Eniola squealed rushing to hug my thigh, she pointed at something behind me.
I turned swiftly only to find two Agberos glaring at me.
“Wetin you carry?” One of them asked.
“Nothing.” I was trying to calm my self.
The other one dragged my purse off my grip, and they both ran off.
“Oh no! Thief! Thief ooo, help!” I called for help but none came, the whole place was deserted.
I looked at Eniola, she placed her hand on her face and sobbed silently.
“I’m sorry..” Was all I could whisper.
She nodded.
“We are stranded!” I hoped she’d understand.
“Lets go home” she sniffed.
“Noo honey! We can’t! We’ve no money…”
the thunder rumbled again.
“Oh no!” I gasped
the rain began with a shower, later it came down in torrents.
I hugged my daughter tightly, we both wept and shivered under the rain.
“Mummy…cold…mummy..cold…” Eniola kept whimpering.
“I’m sorry my Lil’ princess…” was all I could offer.
I regretted my actions. If and only if I didn’t run away. I cursed David, his family and all.
Suddenly light flashed around us, it was a car coming towards our direction.
Kidnapper! Ritualists! My heart was pounding dangerously. We’re doomed.
“What are you doing here?” A woman in mid-forties question from the car.
I turned to look at her, she was alone, I just felt I could trust her.
“Please can you take my daughter with you?” I wasn’t sure of what I said.
“How’s that possible? Why?”
“Please madam, she’s cold, we came into town late, we were robbed…we don’t know where to go..” my lips quivered.
She shook her head gently.
“Come in” She opened the back seat.
I didn’t hesitate, we got into the car and she drove us to her house.


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