Growing up in a small town has its many benefits. One is the ease of catching up old with friends.
I haven’t seen Tayo for at least a decade, we have kept in touch over the years – thanks to the ease of tele-communication.
We both were sorry to hear about the death of a dear friend. “Did you make it to Mama T’s mother?” I asked.
“Ha, no. Am not going there” Tayo replied. She thought that Mama T’s death was due to the wicked people in the family.
“They killed her as ‘they’ have seen her star to be a bright one” Tayo concluded.
Majority of people in my town were Christians so very common to blame all misfortunes on witches.
Really? But we have played in this family many times and everyone were really nice, surely, it was easier to ‘gobble’ us up then than now.
We moved the conversation on.
“Wouldn’t it be so nice to have high school reunion?” I suggested amidst excitement of catching up with old-time memories.
“That would be so cool” Tayo agreed.
So I asked about class mates I hadn’t heard from in a long time. “Where is Bosede now?”
“Ha, she died a few years ago” Tayo said sadly.
Bosede lived in Lagos and died during labour of her second child. “That’s really sad” I said.
Bosede was fun to be around, sat beside me for a whole year in SS2.
Before long, Tayo added one need not think too much about Bosede’s death as the news in town was that her Ijebu husband ‘used’ her. I was confused and asked that I thought Bose’s death was a clear case of negligence, given she has lost lots of blood during childbirth at her local church, also that she did not get the right attention on time – forgetting the details, her husband was branded money ritualist.
“You know Ijebu people” she added.
I was supposed to understand that the Ijebus in Yorubaland are known for having ‘strong’ juju and insane appetite for getting rich quick.
Very sad, that many more people die everyday like Bosede and no one is held responsible, rather, the poor widower was placed in a situation to convince ignorant crowd of his innocence.
At this time, I realised we needed to shift our chats to something fun to get away from all the witches running after our people.
We both agreed to take a nice walk in town.
On the way was a bright painted petrol station that I was spotting for the first time with a bar attached.
“That’s a nice addition to town, don’t you think?” I said to Tayo.
“Yes, it is, you know the owner” Tayo said in affirmative.
The owner happened to be one of our mates in secondary school. According to Tayo, the reason she is doing so well was that Mulikat used the ‘omens’ of all men she has ever slept with to secure her wealth.
Officially, I gave up.
Why is it so hard to see things the way that they were?