Along the streets of Mayegun village, there had been an uneasy calm. The peace of the erstwhile silent town had been disturbed. Someone had just been killed and the villagers had only suspended their riots after the king assured them that the perpetrators would be brought to book.
It was now 3 days since the murder of Adigun and the elders had not yet solved the riddle his murder posed. Everyone went about their businesses but talks about Adigun and his brutal murder had not abated. Adigun was a friendly young man who always made jokes during the village’s town hall meetings. He was daring for his age and everyone knew and, seemingly, loved him.
Elsewhere, in the village, Adunni, also known as mama Ajewunmi, was host to some men from the city. For short while, her attention shifted from Adigun’s death to a more personal dilemma. Her guests were men of the Nigeria Police Force. They had come on a fact finding mission.
When told how Raila had stolen her boss’ s jewellery and the value of the items, she threw herself on the floor and wild with a loud voice. She was completely inconsolable.
“Egba mi o, Raila ti pa mi oooooo. Aye mi oooo. Ni bo ni mo fe foju si” she sobbed. ” Raila is my only child, I don’t have any other child. My husband was killed in a hunting expedition several years ago. I have no one else. Why would she do this to me?” she added in yoruba.
“Mama, we would like to know when last you heard from your daughter, one of the officers asked. “ah, it has been long. She came home in December and that was all. She has not been calling Alamu, the telephone operator like she used to. I wish I could see her, I miss my daughter, oga olopa she replied in yoruba again, still sobbing.
The men asked a few more questions and took their leave. Adunni was too shattered to see them off especially since they had told her they may be back to see her if they still needed some more information.
Elsewhere in a suburb of Lagos, Raila was writhing in pain. She had dashed her foot against a stone and her big toe was bleeding profusely. Raila tried all she could to stop the bleeding with little luck. “Iru ori ibuu wo niyi bayi? she thought out loud. It was common in Mayegun for people to say dashing your foot against a stone meant ill luck.
She looked around and saw a boy hawking sachet water walking towards her and she called out to him. As he walked towards her, Raila made for her bag to pay him and collected one of the sachets.