- 1.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (I)
- 2.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (II)
- 3.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (III)
- 4.Mechanics of Yenagoa (IV)
- 5.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (V)
- 6.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (VI)
- 7.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (VII)
- 8.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (VIII)
- 9.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (IX)
- 10.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (X)
- 11.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XI)
- 12.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XII)
- 13.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XIII)
- 14.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XIV)
- 15.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XV)
- 16.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XVI)
- 17.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XVII)
- 18.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XVIII)
- 19.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XIX)
- 20.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XX)
- 21.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – I
- 22.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – II
- 23.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – III
- 24.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – IV
- 25.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – V
- 26.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – VI
- 27.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – VII
- 28.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – VIII
- 29.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – IX
- 30.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – X
- 31.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XI
- 32.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XII
- 33.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XIII
- 34.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XIV
- 35.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XV
- 36.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XVI
- 37.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XVII
- 38.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XVIII
- 39.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XIX
- 40.The Mechanics of Yenagoa (Season 2) – XX
“You tried to kill Saka?”
“Nooooooo… No na, Oputi! It’s not like that. Who will want to kill Saka? Who in his or her right frame of mind would wish death on someone as funny and carefree as him? I only told them to roughen him up. That’s all. You can ask your sister.”
“Even then, why would you do something like that?”
“I didn’t know what I was thinking. He tried to blackmail me and I just felt like I needed to protect myself and teach him a small lesson about life and loyalty.”
“Why would Saka of all people try to blackmail you? Aren’t you his boss and friend? What am I even say? You guys are like brothers!”
“It’s a long story, Oputi, and I can’t go into the details right now, but I swear on the life of my unborn children, I just wanted them to teach him a small lesson. I didn’t know things would take the turn they did.”
“A dangerous turn that has confined my sister to a wheelchair for the rest of life, and it’s all thanks to you.”
“I’m really sorry, Oputi.”
“What if Saka had died? What if you had died? What if my sister had died? What if somebody else had died?”
“Somebody actually died.” Oyintari was solemn and tearful.
“Teikuro?” Just mentioning his name made the hair on the back of my neck rise. “Don’t tell me Teikuro is dead.”
“Yes, Tears is dead. After we left you in the bush that day, we drove to another uncompleted building around Emeyal that was completely surrounded by trees to review the situation of things. To our greatest surprise, Izuo wasn’t interested in anything we had to say. He just wanted to be given his balance but Tears wouldn’t hear it.”
“Who is Tears and who is Izuo?” I asked, confused.
“Tears is short for Tiekuro, and Izuo is the name of the guy Tiekuro contracted to do the job,” Oyintari explained to me. “As I was saying, Tears refused to give him the money he was demanding because he felt Izuo didn’t do as he was told and his actions may have put all of us in danger. He was mad that Izuo kidnapped the wrong person for starters, and then went ahead and killed him contrary to what he was told, because at that point we all concluded you were dead.”
“I also thought I was dead.”
“It was terrifying to think that your blood was in our hands. Tiekuro was fuming and trembling at the same time because for all the toughness he exuded, he had never killed before.”
“Don’t tell me you have. Oyintari, have you killed before?” Oputi cut in, but her sister chose to ignore the question. The look on Jigger’s face was one of contrition so it was easy for me to draw my own conclusions.
“No one asked him to torture you or tie you up in the boot of his car,” Sucking Blood continued. “Tears was really mad at Izuo because he felt he went too far. I tried to calm him down, but he wouldn’t listen to me. The next thing I knew, they were fighting and Tears brought out his pistol. He fired at Izuo but missed. When he tried to shoot again, there was no more bullet in his gun.”
“I don’t believe this, Oyintari. You mean you were there when all of this was happening? I thought you told mum and dad that you were no longer into all that cult business. For crying out loud, you even started acting churchy at home.” The disappointment in her voice told me that Oputi didn’t know her sister that well. I was sure she didn’t know half of what Jigger was capable of. Clearly, Oyintari was one of those kids that was all decent and ajebutter at home and in their neighbourhood, but deadly and gangsta everywhere else.
Sucking Blood ignored her sister and continued speaking as if the point her sister was making didn’t matter. “Like play like play, Izuo brought out his own gun and opened fire on Teikuro. A couple of bullets hit him on the chest and he fell to the ground. Seeing that my capon was dead, I started running and ducking bullets aimed at me all at the same time, just like I had seen people do in American films.”
“So, you were being shot at and that was how you got injured? Oyins, I thought you said your injuries were caused by a hit-and-run driver?” Oputi stopped pacing the room. “You lied to all of us about what really happened to you.”
“I didn’t lie,” Oyintari retorted in anger. “Izuo’s intention was to finish me off but I was saved by the trees that provided cover for me. In my bid to escape being killed, I ran from the woods into the road. I wasn’t looking; I just wanted to get as far away from Izuo as possible. There was no way I would have seen the oncoming truck because I was running really fast and I doubt that the driver saw me either until it was too late for him to stop.”
“Oh my God!” Oputari exclaimed in horror.
“When I came out of the coma a few days later, I was in the hospital. Some kind fellow had seen me bleeding on the side of the road and took me to Gloryland Hospital. I was battling for my life so I really wasn’t thinking about Tears and what was done to his body. I also couldn’t tell my parents the truth about how I ended up being hit by a big vehicle in Emeyal, so I feigned amnesia to avoid being questioned by them or anyone else.”
After listening to Oyintari, I had to ask her how well she knew Izuo and where I could find him.
“I don’t know. He doesn’t even live in Yenagoa – of that I’m certain. I think he came in from either Lagos or Warri for another hit. Tears didn’t tell me how they knew each other and I didn’t ask.”
For the longest time, I had wanted to know what became of Tiekuro so I could inform his dad and put the old man out of his misery. But now that I had my answers, I was faced with a whole new set of complications.
Oyintari and I could get into serious problems with the law. Saka would know that I could have had him killed and Aguero would have to be told that I was responsible for this incarceration. Above all, I would most certainly lose Oputi, my woman and the love of my life. I couldn’t let that happen.
I contemplated the options before me, and in the end I decided I was going to do the right thing and come out clean to my friends and family and to the authorities as well, not minding the consequences. Oputi and Oyintari tried talking me out of it, but my mind was made up. They even suggested I sent an anonymous letter to Justice Digha, Tiekuro’s dad, so he’d know that his son was never coming back home, but I told them I wouldn’t do it. They weren’t there when he shared the pain of losing his son with me.
When I stood up to leave, Oputi said she wouldn’t be walking me to my car. She told me she needed some time alone to process the truth about her sister’s condition and the part I played in it. She wasn’t happy that her sister and I could be getting into even more trouble that might land us in jail for a very long time because of my stubborn insistence on piety.
Two weeks into the New Year, and Oputi and I still weren’t talking. She avoided me all through the Christmas and New Year celebrations and I was miserable.
While everyone around me was joyous and looking forward to the New Year with expectation of greater things, I was miserable and heartbroken because I didn’t know what the police would do when eventually I went to them with the truth. I also didn’t know if things between Oputari and I would ever get back to how they used to be. The last time any woman made me feel that way was in my first year in the university, when my very first real girlfriend started dating one of our lecturers and wouldn’t have anything to do with me again.
My calls to Oputi were ignored and all my messages were unread. It was a frustrating couple of days I swear. The way I felt most of the time, I knew if Ebiakpo had still been in the house I might have been tempted to confide in her about what I intended to do about Tiekuro’s death, but she and Anda had moved back to their house immediately we crossed over into the new year so she could join her in-laws in preparing for Benson’s burial.
Mind you, it was the same burial that made me put off speaking with Tiekuro’s father until sometime in February because I had to be there for Ebiakpo and help her get through it as her only sibling and close confidant.
Meanwhile, with all these going on, something happened yesterday I can’t quite understand and I am hoping that someone reading this can help me make sense of it.
You see, Aguero talked me into hanging out with him and a few friends on his birthday, yesterday. Knowing the kind of crazy parties he threw whenever he had something to celebrate, I had told Biodun and BRD not to wait up for me. I wanted to party hard, get drunk and do some silly stuff because I hadn’t done that in a long while. To my greatest surprise and disappointment however, this year was different. It was low keyed.
My friend had given his life to Christ, so there were no babes, no dancing and no alcohol. Since I didn’t fancy spending the rest of the night discussing cars and politics, I lied about having a stomach upset and excused myself. It was just a little past 10pm when I got back to Kalakala street. Biodun and BRD hadn’t locked the gate so I didn’t bother tooting. I got out of my car, opened the gate myself and drove in. I was going to scold them for not being security conscious, but that was going to wait until morning.
I opened the front door with my key and as expected, BRD had dozed off in front of the TV and Biodun was nowhere in sight. I was going to head to the kitchen to get a bottle of bear from the fridge before heading to my room, but a swishing sound coming from my sister’s room caught my attention. I thought it was strange – Ebiakpo had left days ago for her own house so no one was supposed to be in there.
When I opened the door, to my greatest surprise, Biodun was standing in front of my sister’s wardrobe with a handful of her cloths. On his face was the expression people have when they have been caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing.
“Biodun, what’s going on here? What are you doing with my Sister’s pant and brassier?
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Biodun stutter before, but on this occasion
“Or…Or…Oga Eb…Ebi…Ebini…mi, I go…I…go…I…I go con…con…con…fess. I go confess. I go tell you everything.”