Episode 19
It had been decided between them. We would visit the court of appeal, but there wasnât enough money to do
that.
My class teacher promised to run around to see how
much she could raise; my aunt would do the same.
âHannah cannot go to jail, God forbid!â my classteacher
said.
To bring up the case in the court of appeal we had to
pay a certain amount. To also hasten up the case we
paid another huge sum. Then the case was heard in the
court of appeal first week of August. It was adjourned
till the month of September after they had rendered my
aunt and my teacher penniless.
My class teacher bought the clothing material I would
need on my graduation day. I loved it so much. She said
she couldnât wait for that day to come.
The elites had been invited to the graduation
ceremony. Even the incumbent governor of the state
would be there. It would just be great.
To say that I was sad would be an understatement.
What should I be happy about? My mother would be
absent, yet she was the one always reminding me of
the great event before me.
For the first time in my life, I did some attachments. My
hair(or perhaps someone elseâs hair) settled on my
shoulders. One would think I was a goddess. I had also
dabbed my lips in a pink ink. My eyelashes were made
purplish. My class teacher had smeared the inner part of
my dimples with red rouge. The earrings on my ears,
they were like the size of the bangles worn on my
wrists. She said I looked like a river goddess.
I appeared like a bride. I paraded myself before my
aunt.
âAunty, am I not beatiful?â I asked her. She gave a cold
response. I knew why- she doesnât support excessive
make-up. Sheâd have preferred I appear natural.
I smacked my smooth lips as the event unfolded. I was
going to present my poem. My face was no longer a
smiling type.
Someone was at the high tableâHonourable Daniel as I
later got to know. His eyes werenât looking in the
direction of the graduands. His mind had wandered far.
He stood up eventually and made for that spot where
my aunt was sitting. He pulled at a seat before her and I
could see them speak.
My class teacher was the MC of the day. She announced
over the microphone that I had a poem to recite. I was
welcomed upstage with claps. I wouldnât know if the
sound was thunderous or not, since all I knew was
lightning and never thunder, except for the fact that Iâve
seen it in books that thunder comes after lightning.
I began my poem in sign language. First, I pulled off my
graduation gown, scattered my hair and scrubbed off
the paint on my lips. Then tears came in drops. All
heads shook. They must have thought that I was going
to present an elegy.
The DJ offered me a microphone. Everybody laughed. It
took a little while before the ridiculous DJ could realise
his folly.
With my hands in the air, I began:
Beside me sat a gaze
Her hands tied with rope
Then tears down my face
There seemed not a hope.
What could she rather say?
How would I hear her speak?
Darkness around us,
Light takes long to come
No offence, no defense,
Darkness prevailed for long.
The only sound to hear
Was gnashing of teeth.
For nothing we did
We suffered indeed
And in the end,
In prison she ended.
Better I had been dead
Than be at dead end.
Who have we offended?
None, yet weâre not defended
My mother remanded
Myself left upended
My fatherâs bad deed
Was what his wife demanded.
Nobody cared, nobody cared
Not even my God.
Judges in the court
Saw not beyond their noses
Convicting the just
Vindicating the guilty.
Is God for real?
Where was he when
The innocent suffer
And the guilty laugh?
There is never God
Or maybe God is an idol
He created me deaf
And dumbness with me
In the smoke of the earth
I stood to face terror
If there is God,
He is a partial one
I had broken into tears as I threw the sheet of paper
away, dashing out of the stage. I was running out of the
place. The whole place was in pandemonium.
My class teachersâ lips had gone inches apart. She
never knew my poem would end in a note of
blasphemy. She must be feeling guilty now that she had
used her voice to support blasphemy since she was the
one interpreting my poem in voice language.
My auntâs face had folded up in disappointment where
she was seated. She didnât come after me, knowing
quite well that the security men wouldnât let me leave.
I was at the gate asking for allowance.
âYou canât leave this premises, Rose,â the boys scout at
the gate told me. He was one of our school boys scout.
I knew his medicineâgive Jackson a hundred naira note
and he would pave way.
âJackson, what do you want from me?â I asked.
âThe usual,â he replied. He tilted his head to one side of
his lopsided neck. He was fond of that posture. Jackson
is just about six feet tall, with a nose I would call
oblong. He is slender and handsome.
I didnât hesitate. I handed Jackson a hundred naira note.
He gave me way.
It was the first time to be on the road all by myself. I
couldnât hear any sound. How would I know if a car was
coming behind me when I wouldnât hear them horning.
Someone pushed me out of the road. I had just escaped
being grinded to slurry by a gallivanting âMolueâ. The
conductor was enraged, shouting. Who knew what he
was saying?
Everyone just minded his or her business on the busy
road of Ejigbo market. The only thing I had to cope with
was their jostlings. Someone would just push you aside
from behind.
Egbeda was my destination, but how would I get there?
I couldnât even hear the conductors speak. How would I
hear them? How on earth would I get to my destination
right now?
Everyone I approached to ask them to show me the
way didnât afford themselves a little time of patience. I
scribbled what I wanted in a sheet of paper. I would
give it to whoever cared.
The sun was hot on my head. It also drizzled alongside
it. A tiger must be hiding somewhere in a labour room,
I thought superstitiously.
A young boy of around eighteen came close to me. He
was putting his mouth to use. I did what my mouth
could doâsounding out my gibberish!
The boy was astounded, going by the look on his face.
He was having a blue bag strapped to his back. He
unzipped it and gave me a paper. He pointed to the
paper and handed me the pen.
I wouldnât need it, I gesticulated and gave him the one
I had scribbled earlier. He read and nodded.
He took me by the wrist and began to walk me to the
Egbeda park. I didnât like the way he held me like a
baby. I am twelve for Christ sake!
I turned my face down and saw that the boy was in a
big white pair of canvases. To me then, everyone in
canvas was rich. It was Kitto people like me wore to
school. Not that my father couldnât afford something
better, but only that I had no father, or did I have any?
Rain began to come down in torrent. The young
teenager held tighter to my wrist and fled with me. He
wouldnât even care if I fell and got injured. We couldnât
get to our destinationâwe just had to pull up under a
shade to allow the rain stop.
Somebodyâs image flashed through my eyes. It looked
like Toyosiâs. She had just passed off like a shadow. It
must be my imagination because I didnât see any
Toyosi around. All I saw was a bike fleeing past me
with a passenger sitting at the back.
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