TIMI SANGANA - Episode 8

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - prison, become the governor of this state, wedding, husband, Mrs., police, African traditional wedding, the traditional rites of marriage, M'bilia Bel, Reverend Father, Priest, on my wedding day.

On their way to East town government secondary school, Mrs. Igiebor who was very inquisitive to learn more about her son inquired, “Tell me everything you know about my son. Why did my husband cast him out into the street?” “Mrs. Igiebor why did you come out to see a stranger who told you that your baby whom you believed died in the hospital for more than thirty years ago still lives?” Mr. Kelvin asked. “Because I still think of that baby of mine; I have never understood its death. I did not even get to see its dead body. The doctors did not say a word about the baby having any health issues and suddenly it had several health problems and dies without my being allowed to see it. I have had questions all these years but I have been afraid. Somehow the man I came back with from the US was the same man that became the governor. I can’t explain it, but I am sure, he changed after he became the governor,” Mrs. Igiebor said with tears in her eyes.

“I wanted to be sure you can be trusted. I kept you waiting and watched you for about thirty minutes at the airport to be certain you didn’t sell me out to your husband,” explained Mr. Kelvin. “I would do anything to see my son, anything, just anything to see him,” she said amid sobs. “But you haven’t told me why my husband cast him away or where he is now,” she continued, “Your son has been in the maximum prison for five years now for a crime he did not commit.” “What! In the prison! Which prison?” Mrs. Igiebor asked, sounding very hysterical.

Having reached their rendezvous point, Agatha negotiated into the school premises and parked. None of them came out of the car. The two women sat and listened to Mr. Kelvin. “Timi Sangana, as we know your son, is in Herbert Senghor Maximum Prison right here in East Town. But you can’t see him just yet, because your husband is watching. We have to come up with a plan to extract him from that prison and then work on how to introduce you to him.” He paused to make sure his words sunk in. “You asked me the reason your husband cast Timi into the street, right?” Mr. Kelvin asked. “Yes I want to know.” “To become the governor. He sacrificed your son’s soul to the devil so he could become the governor of this state. You are quite aware of how many times he failed in the elections. When he could not take the failings anymore he struck a deal with some occult power and offered the life of your son in exchange for the governorship position.”

“But how come my son still lives?” “Maybe it would have been better for your husband to have killed Timi. The kind of sacrifice your husband offered with his soul is worse than death.” Mrs. Igiebor recoiled in shock when she heard that “The satanic deal your husband signed demands for Timi to live and die in sufferings. Timi is like a living sacrifice. The more he lives and suffers, the more powerful, influential and wealthier your husband becomes. And I know that now he is done with the governorship position he will set his sights on loftier heights and he might yet sacrifice another life in his family,” Mr. Kelvin explained further. When he said that a blanket of silence fell over the vehicle in which they were. Agatha and Mrs. Igiebor, could not stir a limb. Mr. Kelvin understood their shock and waited for them to recover. And when they did, he began, “I told you I will give you evidence, right? The evidence to all I have told you is to abduct the young men who helped your husband dump your baby on the street years ago. They have all these years been monitoring him for your husband, they know a lot. I have met them once.” “Where can they be found?” asked Mrs. Igiebor. “Madam, this is not the kind of matter you jump into with rage, I assure you. If you make mistakes there will be grave consequences.” “I ask you again Mr. Kelvin, where can those oafs be found?” demanded Mrs. Igiebor.

Shetima Simon and Ogadinma Michael were in one of their favourite bars, when a group of men in police uniform showed up and arrested them. The young men had expected to be taken to the police station, so they didn’t bother resisting the arrest; they knew one phone call from Mr. Igiebor’s lawyer would get them out in minutes. On their way to the police station, the young men were handcuffed, blindfolded and taken to a secret warehouse somewhere in town. At the warehouse they were stripped down and tortured. Their torture took on a new dimension when Mrs. Efe Igiebor showed up on the scene and demanded they tell her everything they knew about Timi Sangana. Shetima and Ogadinma could not believe their ears when she mentioned the name Timi Sangana.

They clearly understood what her presence meant, they were going to give her the information she wanted or die if they refused. Knowing the game had changed they told Mrs. Igiebor all they knew about Timi. They next day the bodies of Shetima Simon and Ogadinma Michael displayed by the police as some of those killed in a face-off with a robbery gang. Mr. Igiebor was contacted later by the police concerning two of the robbers killed by the police, Shetima Simon and Ogadinma Michael; the police claimed that the young men were in possession of some very incriminating documents about him. However, Mr. Igiebor denied knowing who they were and suggested to the police they may have worked for his political enemies who wanted his image tarnished, but behind all the dust the documents raised, Mr. Igiebor paid a visit to the inspector of police in the state to make sure the case was swiftly squashed. With Mrs. Igiebor in possession of convincing evidence that Timi Sangana was indeed her son, she and Mr. Kelvin devised a means to get Timi out of the prison.

Life did not precisely pan out for Esther the way she had dreamt it would. With Timi locked away in prison and slowly losing himself to the darkness in there; and her uncle stepping up the ante in his warped craving to have sex with her, she began to reassess the options before her; she recanted her vow to serve as a nun and accepted Osas’ marriage proposal. Osas did not waste time to act on his wedding plans; he moved quickly to inform his parents and family members of the wedding date and traveled with Esther to see her father. Osas’ uncle was a zealous Anglican priest who passionately adduced that the Christian wedding should replace the traditional wedding. He claimed that once people convert to Christianity they should have no business with what he called ‘fetish African traditions’ and to him this included certain elements of African traditional wedding.

He pressed Osas to go before God in a church wedding before heading to Esther’s village to fulfill the traditional rites of marriage as required by her people. When Osas put the new arrangement to Esther she accepted it. She did not understand why Africans wed twice and did not mind which one of the weddings came first. She was in love and that was all that mattered to her. She had tried to inform Timi of her decision to marry Osas, but was told she would no longer be allowed to see Timi. She hoped that some day when they meet again, she would be able to explain her decision to him. On the morning of her wedding, Esther and her sisters were in a hotel getting ready to leave for the church. Esther could not stop singing; she happily mimed M'bilia Bel’s "Mobali na ngai wana" (This Husband of Mine) which was playing from the speaker hanging above from the ceiling. She would in between the lines of the song raise her voice a little too high as she tried to sound like M'bilia Bel. Her sisters were well acquainted with that peculiarity about her. She loved music so much that it was always difficult to get her attention when a song she liked was playing around her.

All that peaceful feeling which resonated on the inside of her was badly shaken up when one of the maids in the hotel came to inform her that a Reverend Father was around wishing to see her desperately. When she heard the words ‘Reverend Father’, she felt as though someone had hit her in the face with a wet towel. She was frankly surprised by her own reaction, some months ago she had begun to suspect herself of shifting to anti-religious reasoning, so for fear that she was gradually losing her religion, she went to see the Reverend Father, dressed in her wedding gown. She was certain she had not seen that Reverend Father at any time before, but the priest sounded self-assured and claimed he had a privileged piece of information to share with her, and so asked if he could speak with her in his car outside. Esther obliged him and went with him, when they got into his car, the Reverend Father cut straight to the chase, “Timi Sangana is out of the prison. He wants you to come meet him at Ashekelon Resorts, in a few hours he will be leaving town.” All that the Reverend Father said sounded like dream to Esther; she didn’t believe any of it. To be sure she wasn’t dreaming, she stealthily moved her hand to her thigh and pinched herself. She probably gave herself about six pinches while she sat in that car staring at the priest without batting an eyelid. The Reverend Father had to put his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently to get a response from her.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - prison, become the governor of this state, wedding, husband, Mrs., police, African traditional wedding, the traditional rites of marriage, M'bilia Bel, Reverend Father, Priest, on my wedding day.
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