TIMI SANGANA - Episode 7

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Esther’s vow to wait for Timi until he returned from prison was severely put to the test after three years of Timi’s incarceration. An interesting young man by the name Osas had crossed paths with her and had slowly begun to win her heart. His frequent pester for a steady relationship with Esther was also beginning to wear Esther’s defenses down. Esther had successfully kept Osas waiting by telling him she was not sure if she would go through with her intended plan of recanting her nunnery vow. However, all that was a lie, Esther was only buying herself some time in hope that Timi would be released soon from the prison. Osas was a banker with ACB (African Continental Bank), who strongly believed that Esther was the woman he was destined to marry. They had met each other when Osas came to the orphanage to make some donations. He had lightheartedly asked Esther what in the world a woman as pretty as her was thinking when she signed up to become a nun.

Esther’s answer had no guile about it. It was typical Esther speaking. It just came out as frankly as it really was and surprised Osas. “I have no intention whatsoever to spend the rest of my life as a nun. I am waiting for the right time to bolt away of this boring career for some other things I believe I am meant to do in life,” she had said. “You are joking, aren’t you?” asked Osas. “No. I meant every word of what I said. I find being a nun very uninspiring.” Osas could tell Esther was serious and from that day he found a way to spend some time with her. Esther knew what Osas was up to, but she allowed herself to ride with the comforting tide her friendship with Osas brought with it.

The heat turned up on Esther when Osas made an offer to send her to the university to study the course she had wanted all along, if she would renounce her vow to serve as a nun and marry him. If Esther had not met someone like Timi earlier, she would have said yes in that moment. And that would not have been because Osas offered to send her to the university, but because she had fallen in love with him. Esther told Osas that she was not ready to make that kind of serious commitment yet and asked to be given some time to make up her mind. When she got home that night she cried so much that even some of her fellow nuns who did not know the reason she cried, joined her.

She was so afraid of saying yes to Osas’s proposal the next time they were meant to see that she completely shut him out of her life for a long time. But this did not help; it made her more miserable and gloomy. She felt much worse when she visited Timi at the prison and he shared a dream he had a few nights before she came to see him. According to Timi, in the dream, he and Esther were standing on an altar about to exchange wedding vows when a rich young man moved in-between them and exchanged marital vows with Esther instead of him and left with her. After Timi had narrated the story to Esther, he asked her if any man had proposed to her, and encouraged her to accept it and move on with her life. But she lied and said no. She assured Timi that even if any man was to come her way with a marriage proposal, she would turn him down and wait until he was out of prison. However, Timi’s prison sentence had no time frame, not even Timi could tell when he was going to come out. When Esther left the prison she felt guilty for lying to Timi and wished she had come out clean with him.

Mrs. Efe Igiebor was a guest at a women empowerment workshop where she delivered a rousing speech on the need for women to be accorded the same level playing ground in politics as given to men. After the workshop, many of the women and men in attendance wanted to have photos with her and some others sought to secure an appointment with her. As the crowed thickened and thinned out around her, there was a man who came close enough to hand her a note and hastily left the hall. She took notice of the man’s uneasy disposition as he exited the hall, and quickly opened the note handed to her.

It simply read, “For more than thirty years you have believed a lie. Your son did not die in that hospital thirty-one years ago as you were told. Say a word of this to your husband and he will kill you. I know where your son is at the moment. Meet me at the airport car park tomorrow by 3:00 pm and I will give you a proof of this. You must come alone or at least keep your security aids some distance away from the car park.” When Mrs. Efe Igiebor read those words, she turned white with shock. She described the appearance of the man who gave her the note to one of the security aids assigned to her and asked him to find him, but the man had swiftly left the building and disappeared into the street.

By the next day, Mrs. Efe Igiebor was at the airport car park waiting for the stranger who gave her the hint that her son still lived. She had managed to leave home without her security aids. She knew how loyal they were to her husband and would not want her husband to get a clue about her quest. She maneuvered her security aids from following her to the airport by going to her sister’s house early in the day. Having told her sister, she had a business to do at the airport which she would not want her husband or the security men assigned to her to know about, she and her sister sneaked out of her mansion through the back gate. The security aids who accompanied Mrs. Efe Igiebor to her sister’s house were busy lounging happily, thinking Mrs. Efe Igiebor was upstairs with her sister not knowing she had left the mansion.

At the airport she waited nervously for the stranger to show up. Once in a while she would get out of her car and look around, hoping that the man would get a glimpse of her. Her sister could tell she was extremely tensed up but did not ask her what the matter was. After having waited very long for the stranger to show up, she began to have doubts about the man, and thought perhaps she was being lured out for some other reason; so she told her sister what her business at the airport was.

Her sister was shocked and scared as much as Mrs. Efe Igiebor was. She suggested to Efe that perhaps it was all a ploy for some sinister design by her husband’s enemies. The two women agreed to leave the airport since the stranger had decided not to show up at the time he gave Mrs. Igiebor. Just when they started the car to drive off, a man briskly walked over to their car, rapped on it and asked Mrs. Igiebor to let him in. After the man had retired himself into the car he said, “Drive. You have been here long enough; someone may take notice of you Madam.” “Where am I driving to?” asked Mrs. Igiebor. “Drive to East town government secondary school on the highway, it will be lonely by this time of the day,” replied the stranger. “Wait Mr. Stranger, how do I know you are not an assassin sent to kill me? What exactly do you know about my dead son? I won’t budge if you don’t tell me anything worth taking risk for,” demanded Mrs. Efe Igiebor.

“My name is not Mr. Stranger. I am Kelvin Onaga, what I am doing right now is the biggest risk of my life. I might die doing it, but well, I believe it will be well worth it. Your son, you never got the chance to give him a name. However, he got a name from the orphanage where he was taken to after your husband cast him into the street. He was called Timi Sangana.” “I have heard of that name somewhere,” said Agatha, Mrs. Efe Igiebor’s sister. “Yes you have, Agatha, you read about him in the newspapers…” said Mr. Kelvin. “Who told you my name? Who did you say you are, stranger?” Agatha asked apprehensively.

“Before I came back to Nigeria to do this, I did my homework; I studied Mr. Igiebor’s family and all its extensions, and yes I know you all and a lot more,” said Kelvin. “Mrs. Igiebor about twenty-one years ago I adopted your son, he was ten years then. He lived with my wife and I for four months, and believe me, he was a lovely child. But your husband kidnapped my wife and threatened to kill her if I did not return him to the orphanage where I adopted him from. I had to do it to save my wife. I hated doing it, but it was the only option I had to save my wife. Since then I have been running from your husband and scheming how to get Timi back. Now Mrs. Efe Igiebor, you can drive.” “No! I can’t drive…I can’t drive while listening to you. Agatha you drive,” Mrs. Igiebor said. She opened the car and went to sit with Mr. Kelvin at the back seat and Agatha went to the driver’s seat and they drove off.

Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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