Never underestimate the power of your guardian angel. NEVER.
The day could not have been more drudging. Like, I woke up looking to the sky and it had never been so arid. Picked up my cell, it read “three new messages” and I sighed, more than expected. I knew today would be one of those commonplace days that wouldn’t hold anything interesting, so I went back to bed by 9:08 am , the life of a “single to stupor”.
Anyway I woke up! Of course I did, and picked up my phone to reply the unread messages. This was around 12pm. My uncle had buzzed me. “I was wondering if you would like to check out my new place at Ogudu” he said. And me, hesitation right now was not in my dictionary! I hastened to his place and we sped off.
The new apartment is so chilled. With the amazing catfish pond right behind it. Let me tell you, my uncle is obsessed with catfish, so I won’t be surprised if this pond is what gingered his getting the place. Anyway, the view of the slithering animals began to give way to his catfish cravings. As we started to make our way home, he initiated a plan that we go to a pepper soup joint he frequented, to down a hefty bowl of catfish broth. Not being a fan of fish, I refused to be a part of it but he persisted. And so I agreed.
The joint opens in the evening so we decided to drive through places to kill time. He then decided to call his longtime friend to join in the splurge. Eventually, it was 6pm sharp and we immediately made our way to some really big pepper soup spot on the island.
There were scarcely any people seated, as the joint was only just opening. It was a rather weird place, plastic tables with lager branded advertisements as well as on the plastic chairs, fridges stocked to the brim with assorted alcoholic drinks and beer, the tantalizing aroma of brewing pepper soup lingering in the air, in fact, I knew in only a few minutes it would start to be bubbly.
And bubbly it was!
That is how my uncle placed the order. One big bowl of fish, big enough for four mouths! Thank heavens we were three. Waiting for it, we ordered for drinks and began sipping them.
The young boy who took our order was holding two big bowls, making his way to our table as well as the table behind us. He dropped one on ours, then the other for a man and his masculine looking girlfriend.
As I said earlier, not having a special spot for fish, I was still sipping my malt drink, unlooking while my uncle and his friend were almost halfway through! Suddenly, the masculine looking woman began to move in a funny way. She got up, clenching her stomach, her plastic chair with a “star lager beer logo”falling behind her. She fell to the ground and started screaming that her stomach was on fire! Her boyfriend followed suit! On the bare floor they rolled, in excruciating pain.
Meanwhile, we had paused our food in horror. We looked at each other , waiting for who would be next in the writhing contest. My heart was racing and pounding and thumping. “So will I die like this? I knew I didn’t want to eat this thing.” Is all I kept thinking. We were already on our feet, as the pandemonium had pulled the crowd to watch what was ensuing. Those two were in real pain. It was only a few moments before they gave up the ghost.. And my oh my they did, right there on the ground!
“Hei! Chei! Chimo! Ye!” Were the gruesome exclamations flying around the place with people snapping their fingers over their heads in a “God-forbid” fashion. “Alu!”
The thing is, why did those people die from eating the same thing we were served? We were not leaving till we found that out. Though, somewhere in our hearts, we weren’t satisfied that all was well with us, we thought that maybe, just maybe, ours was coming later. I was still engulfed in fear, I mean just watching two people die right in front of me in a flash, just like that, I mean it was too much. My body was shaking.
The Iya-oni-pepper soup was at the scene and was already accosted. She was clueless. This was something that she had tasted while making. Our table was served and we were still okay and her daughter had served herself some and was perfectly fine! Trust Yoruba people, they weren’t letting her off so easy, though her eyes hinted truth to all that she had said.
Just then, the young boy who brought our meals to us was spotted trying to leave through the back of the joint, since the front was already occupied with drama. “Ma je Ko lo! Gbe, ah, apayan ma ni omo kekere yi o!”
The boy was caught just in time and rounded up for questioning. Meanwhile, instead of the crowd to device a means of taking care of the two dead people, they started to look for what they could steal and the others stood taking pictures of them, screaming “alu!” With their hands folded on their chests and heads.
They had already started shellacking the boy, as his trying to escape was enough indication to the crowd, that he had a hand. “Confess, confess, confess!”
That’s how the boy started:
“Na one broda wey give me money, he say I should put something inside the pepper soup I want to give to this broda” gesturing to my uncle! The shock was too much. To who?? We came closer. He continued.. “Yes this broda, he say na him friend, say he want make him purge that na like that dey dey take play” he said, amidst tears.They beat, the living daylight out of the poor boy’s body, but what does he know, he’s only just a boy!
It was like a freaking facade. Who sent him? And why? Who does my uncle even know that would probably want him gone and for what reason? How did the person know we would be there? How desperate could he possibly be?? Whoever the person was, had a target and it was him. Only God knows for what reason. We have nothing else to say but to thank God.
We finally got to the car and were unable to drive for almost 15 minutes. We were engulfed in a period of piercing silence as we made our way home. We could have freaking died only few minutes ago.
I’m on my bed, still quivering. Recounting every spoon of soup and fish I ate, not knowing it could have been my last meal. My last meal?
People, eat every meal and live everyday like it would be your very last.
The way my day went from being so uneventful, to being so..
..bubbly.