“THE RIGHT PLUG”
Suddenly, I heard a loud cry and ran outside the house to find a rabid white dog wagging its tail and barking with blood on his mouth. Lying on the floor was my mother with the wound sustained on her leg by its bite. Before I could pick her wrapper up from the floor, the dog disappeared from my sight. I knew immediately it wasn’t an ordinary dog. She was just groaning and praying for God’s mercy.
Fortunately, Mr Babajide was about to enter his compound when I saw him and I ran to him to help us. Within 20 minutes, we were in the hospital where two nurses attended to her. Still not satisfied with the strange scenario I met her, I called Mama Bolanle’s phone but she didn”t pick it. I called again and Bolanle picked it. She told me her mother left her phone at home to attend to Mrs Bolarinwa who lost her husband. Mr Bolarinwa belonged to a cult fraternity in our town and had once threatened to kill any lady who married from a particular tribe apart from ours. True to his threat, the case of two out of the mad women in our town could be traced to him. Moreover, three of his daughters married from our tribe and the last daughter who married against his wish met her waterloo on her wedding day. She died mysteriously and that made some of us to dread him. However, Mama Bolanle had made their house one of her mission fields preaching about the love of her God.
I pleaded with Bolanle to come and pray for my mother. Since the hospital wasn’t far from their house, she was there on time. Like mother, like daughter, she prayed for her healing. She began to respond to treatment and felt better thereafter. When her mother got wind of my mother’s situation, she came to visit us at the hospital. What she told my mother confirmed my speculation.
“The Priestesses meant business and we must be ready to stop them by God’s power” she declared to my mother before leaving the hospital later.
My mother still believed only prayers could solve all her problems but I knew something was amiss. I told Mama Bolanle,
“My mother is still hiding some truths. You once told us the story of Safrira and Ananas..,”
She cut in, “No, Ananias and Sapphira”
“OK Ma. Ananias and Sapphira who didn’t tell the whole truth to Apostle Paul…”
“No, Apostle Peter” She corrected me again.
Mama Bolanle didn’t talk about it until we got home. As a matured woman, she refused to raise that issue with my mother in our presence. It was after some days my mother told me she had opened up to her and promised to tell me at the appropriate time. It was a great relief to me knowing fully well there was no hiding place for the enemy like Mama Bolanle used to tell us.
The day she shared the story of Ananias and Sapphira who deceived Peter but were later exposed and died suddenly made me fear the sin of deception. That very night, I told my mother how I deceived her two years before then. To prove a point to my friends, I asked for double of the money for sport. She smiled and told me she knew about everything I did. Mothers will always be mothers.
That rabid dog incident made her to be more prayerful and sensitive. We continued to count days to my departure and were able to buy few things to take along. Aunt Sharon had already warned my mother not to waste her money in buying things for my trip. She promised to take care of me and fulfil her responsibility. I had wanted to inform Thonia too about my travelling but the strict warning made me to refrain from going beyond the boundary. We had come a long way but I made up my mind to offend her in this aspect. After all, she once travelled to London for holiday and didn’t inform me.
Some days after, a man came to inform us that my father was involved in a fraud with his business partners and was in a prison in Lagos. My mother lamented and was confused on the way forward. Mr Babajide who was privy to it advised my mother against going to Lagos but to verify the claim. My mother kicked against that idea and was determined to travel to Lagos to find out. I suspected something was wrong with the way the man presented the news.
My mother packed some of her belongings to travel the next day. She told us God had answered her prayers and must go to see her husband. We were about to retire to bed that night when someone…
“THE RIGHT PLUG”
When someone knocked the door. My mother knew it was Mama Bolanle from her voice. My mother had hidden the information about her travelling from her but we were surprised about what she told us.
“Mama Rebecca, I had a revelation about your family. I saw a man who took something precious from your house and never returned it. I have prayed about it but you need to be careful.” She cautioned and prayed with us before she left.
There was no small contention between my mother and me when she left. I pleaded with her not to take that trip to Lagos but she shouted me down and warned me not to inform anyone. Early in the morning, she took a bus to Lagos leaving me alone in the whole house. I hadn’t stayed alone without my parents in the house before but this phase tested my independent ability.
I waited until afternoon for my mother’s call to know her whereabouts. When I decided to call her phone, I heard her phone ringing in the bedroom. Fear gripped my heart when I discovered the mistake she made. She once forgot her phone with one of the meat sellers at the Central Market. It took us two days before we could find it.
“How would she contact me?” was ringing aloud in my head as I sat on the bed.
I began to think of various possibilities of her getting in touch with me until my mind strayed to the Priestesses. The probability of being charmed by them hit me hard but I discarded it based on her strong belief in God. Also, the thought of Mama Bolanle’s revelation scared my feeble mind and I began to think about the recent confrontations and my imminent trip to Germany. I couldn’t connect the dots properly but all I knew was the fact that all would be well. I sighed deeply when I looked at her phone in my hand. Everything about her trip to Lagos was so quick and it was as if my mother had lost herself temporarily longing to see her husband or was there something else I needed to know.
I went to the sitting room and sat on the sofa to clear my mind. While I was deep in thought, her phone began to ring. It was a strange number but I picked it all the same.
I recognised my mother’s voice immediately. She told me she had reached Lagos before realising her mistake. She promised to buy another cheaper phone and sim card. I asked her again whether she knew the right address and correct information about my father.
“Rebecca, I will get back to you. Take care” was her short reply.
Home alone depicted my situation as I sat there looking around the house. The photo of my parents where they were holding each other like Romeo and Juliet hung lovely on the wall and I had few drops of tears on my face. It seemed their kind of love was made in heaven but I wondered what might have happened along the way. I had read in one of the novels,
“Marriage is like a beautiful garden that must be watered regularly with love, care, respect, understanding, forgiveness and positive influence”
Despite my mother’s constant complaints and murmuring about him, she couldn’t wait a bit when she heard a piece of information about him. I didn’t know the right scale I would use to measure their love. I just wished she could find him and let me leave in peace for my studies in Germany.
The noise I heard outside our house made me look through the window to assess the situation. The scary scenario of that weird rabid white dog hadn’t left me as I dreaded going outside without any cogent reason. I saw Mrs Lewis begging some men from dragging her son to death. I knew Johnson, her son might have committed an offence again. Nothing good could be said about him. When I remembered how their stay in the US influenced him negatively, I shuddered at the idea of my travelling to Germany.
I tried to gauge my home training with the likely societal influence outside the shores of my country, I gave myself a pass mark. But when I remembered Mama Bolanle’s constant warning of neglecting God in this troublesome times, I trembled. The day she described the horror of hell fire changed my perspective about God. She said this God of love is also a consuming fire. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
The night passed without hearing anything from my mother. Aunt Sharon called me in the afternoon to ask after my mother when she couldn’t get her. Against my mother’s wish, I opened up to her. She was furious and called her a fool.
“A fool?” The insult rang aloud in my ears.
I was shocked to hear that from my mother’s younger sister. She repeated it and I regretted ever telling her the truth about my mother. She ended the call abruptly. I couldn’t stand anyone insulting my mother. If she wasn’t my aunt, I would have given her a piece of my mind. While I was lost in my thought, she called again.
“I have called her and she is on her way back. Take care.”
I couldn’t believe what she said. To be sure of what she told me, I called her and she confirmed it. When I wanted to press further, she silenced me. Whenever she behaved that way, I knew something strange might have happened. I lost a bit of my interest in Aunt Sharon for her unruly behaviour.
Later in the evening, Mr Babajide came to check on me because he was the only person who was aware of my mother’s absence. He brought some oranges and bananas for me and I appreciated him. He asked some questions about my future plans to which I responded with caution not to let out the Germany trip. He felt at home sitting on the chair beside the door and I sat on the opposite sofa.
“If you need anything, let me know.” He said when he rose up to leave.
“Thank you sir”
He turned to me and asked, “I hope your mother will arrive tomorrow or day after tomorrow?”
I nodded without saying anything.
“Rebecca, are you not feeling lonely here?” he said as he stood by the door.
“Sir, I’m not lonely here. In fact, I’m enjoying the serenity here”
He smiled at me and said, “That’s great. Would you mind if I ask you something?”
Before I could reply him, …
Published By: Ifeoluwa ORISAKAHUNSI