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Sleeping With Yesterday (Episode 39)

Posted by on September 28, 2016.

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As the police officers kick the door open, “I’m falling” are the words leaving Nnafuka’s mouth – the ‘falling’ stressed so long like the whistling of an oncoming rocket until, slightly saying clear of the mango tree, Nnafuka lands on the roof of a red car on her face, causing the glass windows on the car to explode into smithereens, causing the policemen down there to run from their positions, pushing the crowd into a chorus of exclamations.
Her body slightly convulses, her eyes staring determinedly at nothing. Some persons in the crowd cross themselves, others cover their mouths with their hands, screaming, “Allah, abin da yake wannan?” and “Waio!” Those who cannot bear to look at blood gushing out of Nnafuka’s mouth look away.
Abdul jumps out of the back of the pickup truck, the handcuffs still on his wrists. He bursts into a loud cry, shouting above others, “Wey doctor for dis hospital?” He runs to the policemen who are by themselves, amazed at the incident before them. “Make una help carry her na. See, her body still dey move. Carry her enter hospital. Chei, Madam…”
A policeman drags him by the arm and says into his ear, “My friend, if you don’t go and sit down in that vehicle now…”

Abdul keeps quiet, casting his eyes on the nurses out there in the crowd, a plea for help clear in his eyes.
Slowly Nnafuka’s body stops its slight convulsion. Her eyes remain open.
Up there in the room, Dayo places his hand on his wounded eyes. But that does not do him any good. He can feel the blood slowly gathering in them through the openings that Nnafuka’s nails had dug; he can feel the blood sipping through his fingers, crawling down his arm. He feels double pain – the pain of the flesh which makes him cry and then the pain of the heart which makes him believe that he has gone blind. In this pain he is almost about to sway over when the doctor who had come up with the policemen runs to him, helps him get off of that window and makes him sit on the bed.
Dayo is saying repeatedly, “She has made me blind. She has made me blind. My eyes…” The officer-in-charge among the policemen notices the body covered with a bed sheet on the ground. He walks over and pulls the bed sheet off of it, revealing Malik’s body, the blood on the floor around his head caked into a pulp.
“Keep calm, Doctor Aregbesola. Keep calm and let us take a look at it,” the doctor requests of Dayo. The doctor turns to one of the policemen at the door. “Please call the attention of a nurse out there for me. Any nurse. Quickly.” The policeman rushes out.
The officer-in-charge asks the doctor, “Is he also a medical doctor?”
“He’s an academic,” the doctor replies.
“Okay.” He turns to Dayo. “Doctor Aregbesola.” Dayo is still crying, his hands strongly covering his eyes. “Doctor Aregbesola, my name is Detective Olabode. I was told to bring your wife in for the murder of one Doctor Abiola’s child.”

Dayo stops whining. He moves his face to the direction of the voice. When the officer-in-charge waits for a response from him and does not get anything, he asks him, “This body here, who is he?”
Dayo allows a little silence, before opening his mouth. “That is Malik. He was my good friend.” These words come out squeezed through Dayo’s teeth in the searing pain that is all over him.
“Did your wife murder him too?”
This question enters Dayo like a pill that changes the working of his body. He begins to realize that in all the trouble which he has been going through with Nnafuka that it is only Nnafuka that the police are after. Of course, it was Nnafuka who poisoned the doctor’s child. It was under Nnafuka’s watch that Helen perished in the suspicious auto crash. It was still Nnafuka who picked up the chair and struck Malik to death as Malik held him down. He considers inside of him and agrees that he would have done the same thing she did if she was the one under Malik’s near-death grip. Dayo begins to let go of the feeling that he is part of the whole Nnafuka mechanics. He tells himself that, after all, he just found himself to be husband to a killer.
“Yes, he murdered him, officer-in-charge. We were both trying to tie her down and take her to a psychiatrist hospital because of the insane things she was doing. But she resisted violently. I was grasping her hip when she picked up the chair and flung it at the back of my friend, Malik’s head.” To seal his words, Dayo allows himself a little cry, shaking his body.
“When I realized what she had done,” he continues, “I was afraid myself. I let her go and ran over to my friend, but it was too late. He was already dead. Then I looked up and saw my wife trying to climb over the window. That was when I ran over to her, held her there and tried to talk sense into her. But she would not have any of it. She turned violent there – you all saw it. She tried to kill me, to push me down from that window. I was defending myself when she fell off. – Doctor, is she okay?”

The officer-in-charge walks over to the window and looks down at Nnafuka’s body on the roof of the car. There are more people in the hospital compound now. There are about three men taking pictures of Nnafuka’s body. There are others who have notepads, pencils and recorders with them. The press are here all of a sudden.
“Nobody jumps from this height, lands on their face and survives it, Doctor Aregbesola. I’m sorry. Let the doctor take a preliminary look at you first. We have some questions we would love you to answer concerning all this.”
Dayo’s heart skips. Inside of him, he begins to retell the story, adding and removing details, warping his involvement, readying an account that favors him alone. He will serve the police and the press with this account.

To Be Continue



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5 Responses

  1. 9ce nd interestin.

    by Sampetes on Sep 28, 2016 at 8:29 am

  2. Yeah it’s nice and interesting

    by Anonymous on Sep 28, 2016 at 9:11 am

  3. Men and their lies

    by Fabulous on Sep 28, 2016 at 9:41 am

  4. Huh what a bad husband

    by tolani on Sep 28, 2016 at 8:27 pm

  5. cmon dnt be too sentimental he has 2 save his own ass beside he doesnt murder anyone except their son remeber he was helping her 2 escape when tins got sour

    by gotzy on Sep 29, 2016 at 9:48 am

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