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At that time, in spite of Igiebor’s victory in the governorship election, that child of his, spoken of by the occult lords was still not born. He and his wife had done their part to make a new baby, but somehow had failed. However, the much expected child was born a year after governor Igiebor won the election for his second term in office. After its birth the baby was taken from its mother. The governor’s wife, Mrs. Efe Igiebor, was told the child had a deformed heart and needed intensive care. The baby was never returned to her. She was convinced that the baby died in the intensive care unit and was properly disposed of by the governor’s consent. After the occult lords were done performing their ritual on the baby, it was given to Shetima Simon and Ogadinma Michael, their underlings, to dump somewhere they were sure someone would find it. The boys left it on that refuse dump on Maloney Street and watched from a distance until Sister Margaret found it. They had desperately sought help when they discovered ants had begun to eat the baby, and that was not part of the plan.
From his teenage days at the orphanage, Timi had been nursing a few interesting desires; he craved to wear an afro hairstyle and to go to a disco party. So after he left the orphanage he began to grow an afro hairstyle. He did not tell Esther, but he was saving to buy himself boogie shoes, a stardust disco shirt and a pair of JB trouser. His relationship with Esther was beginning to appear too uncomfortable for Esther’s superiors at the convent. On a few occasions they called Esther to let her know that her career as a nun would be in danger if she pursued an intimate relationship with Timi. But the problem was that Esther did not want a career as a nun; it was very clear in her head, at some point in life she was going to turn her attention to more interesting things. And for the time being, Timi happened to be the most interesting thing in her life. On Friday nights, by 11:00 pm, Timi would tune in his radio to ABS to listen to soul train; as the beats hit the airwave, Timi would begin to dance working carefully on his steps. He was determined to boogie really hard at the disco party when he finally gets to go to one.
One night Timi was on his way back from Madam Nene’s shop when he saw some young men run into an old uncompleted building, dump a black polythene bag inside and drove off in a white Citroen car. Timi could not resist the temptation to go see what it was they dropped; he ran across the street and tip toed into the uncompleted building, turning his torchlight on, he flashed it on the black polythene bag. He stooped to open the bag to see what might be inside and just then the object inside the bag moved. Timi went cold with fear, he slowly tiptoed backward intending to get into the street and run. He thought that an animal, maybe a snake, was inside the bag. As he tried to sneak out of the building, he heard a shocking sound from the bag - the gentle yawn of a sleeping baby.
In a flash Timi rushed to open the bag, and there it was, a baby girl sleeping and sucking one of its fingers. Timi removed the baby from the bag and noticed the baby was not covered in sweat, it clearly had not been in the bag for long; the boys must have put it into the bag before dumping it. Timi ran breathlessly back to Nene’ shop to show her what he had found. Nene was stunned, she could not make out why anybody would abandon a baby as sweet as the one Timi found. Nene was both afraid and excited; her ten years of marriage had been without any child. She knew Timi would want to take the baby to the orphanage, but she wouldn’t mind to keep the baby as much as Timi would let her. They spent much of the night together trying to figure out who the boys were and the reason they dumped the baby girl.
“Maybe they kidnapped the baby for money,” said Madam Nene. “I am sure this is not the case of a young girl abandoning her baby; the boys I saw were on an assignment,” said Timi. “By morning there might be news of a missing baby in the media. But Timi we have to let the police know about the baby,” Nene said. “Yes. But we will do that in the morning,” Timi concurred. Timi left the baby with Nene for the night and went home to sleep. It all happened too fast, Timi would have sworn that he had hardly closed his eyes when he heard a deafening knock on his door, but he was wrong, he had overslept. The time was 6:50 am. He overslept because he stayed out very late at Madam Nene’s. When he opened the door, there were over ten policemen outside pointing their guns at him.
Timi was still wondering what was going on when one of the policemen barked at him, “Are you Timi Sangana?” Timi nodded in affirmation and the policeman asked again, this time raising his gun as though he was going to shoot, “Are you Timi Sangana?” Timi who was now really terrified answered, “Yes! I am Timi Sanagana!” Immediately Timi gave the policemen the answer they demanded, they wrestled him to the ground and put a handcuff on him, put him in their van and drove away with him. When the policemen brought Timi to the station, he met Madam Nene in cuffs crying and protesting bitterly, “I have told you all I know. I was given the baby to keep for the night. I am not a kidnapper! Believe me, I am innocent!” The policemen who took Timi had not told him what his crime was, but when he heard what Madam Nene said, he figured out for himself what his alleged crime was.
Without trial, Timi was thrown into the maximum prison. Police chiefs believed if he was tortured enough he might divulge the identity of the other men whom he worked with, but too sad for Timi, he had no useful information for them and so they locked him away until he was ready to talk. The police strangely let Madam Nene go free after two weeks in police custody and held Timi even though there was no evidence linking him to the kidnapping of the baby. They believed Timi was part of a syndicate that kidnapped the baby of a high court judge, Clement Uwaifo, and forced him to give a bizarre judgment in favour of a criminal held by the police for drugs, women and child trafficking.
The Catholic Church, through the orphanage that brought up Timi, hired a lawyer and tried their best to prove his innocence. However, the more they tried to get Timi out, the harder it was to achieve their objective. In every government office they went in search for help, they seemed to meet some kind of force that made people not to listen to common sense. Even When Madam Nene and the orphanage galvanized people to give their signature to vouch that Timi was no criminal, no one was ready to listen to them. Stories were written in the media of his plight and not a soul gave a hoot about him and so Timi continued to languish in maximum prison.
As for Esther, the ghosts from her past came back to haunt her. Her uncle Mr. Stephen was erroneously informed that she was living with a man and had renounced her nunnery vow. In Mr. Stephen’s anger and jealousy, that another man had had the carnal knowledge of his brother’s daughter, instead of him, he sent hoodlums to go rape Esther and kill her so called boyfriend. For days the hoodlums scored Esther’s neighbourhood and waited for the right moment to attack. And one afternoon they picked up Esther on her way back from the maximum prison where she had gone to visit Timi. Esther was driven out of town by the criminal gang to a bush on the highway where the gang members hoped to take turns with her until she must have passed out. Esther tried to put up a fight against those men, but she was no match for them. She was beaten up so much she could not stand to her feet.
She was slapped around severally that her face was marred with bloody cracks and her eyes swollen. When they were done with beating her to their satisfaction, they tried to force themselves on Esther, her cry attracted some Fulani herdsmen in the bush who came with their guns, knives and daggers and fought off her attackers. One of Esther’s attackers was caught alive and he confessed it was Esther’s uncle who sent them. Two others were slain and one made away with serious stab wounds. The herdsmen told Esther the one who escaped would not live for long because they stabbed him a few times with poisoned daggers. Esther left that bush happy that her life was spared and her honour (virginity) was not taken from her by those hoodlums sent by her uncle. She swore on her death that she would let Timi have it. She would wait for him no matter how long it took. This she kept saying to herself until she passed out and did not wake up until the next day in a hospital.
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