BABY!
The woman
suddenly disengaged the baby from her back, before the very view of the restive
market men and women. Everyone was at first reluctant to think she was mad
although the way she pulled her oja
off violently, as if she didn’t give a damn if the baby fell off in the process
made the mouths of the onlookers open in shock and disbelief.
“Foolish!” She
shouted audibly, and then she dropped the baby carelessly on the floor, making
the baby mourn loudly as her poor tender buttocks hit the rough surface of the
earth.
“Are you not a
mother?!” One man yelled from the crowd, and that simple sentence led several
people from the crowd to charge at her violently.
All yelling,
“You foolish woman!” while kicking, punching, whipping and spitting at the wild
mother.
Laraba watched
the whole scene too, and no one needed to explain to her before she took sides
with the crowd, but unlike them, she was concerned about the baby, so that the
crowd would not (in their disorganized violence) march him over, she walked
quickly towards him or her - because the simple blue gown the baby was putting
on made it difficult to tell at once if she was a boy or a girl – Laraba lifted
the baby over her own shoulder and observed that the baby ears has been
pierced, and beautiful silver earrings has been inserted. Pity engulfed the
older lady, her lips curved quickly into a piteous smile.
“Poor little
child,” she said as she gently patted the baby, “what could you have done to
deserve such ill treatment from your mother?” She muttered quietly.
“Don’t mind
Alero” an unexpected voice responded.
Laraba turned
around quickly to see if the comment was hers, and to know who was answering
but when she turned, there was no one around her who could have uttered the
speech, everyone near her were adult men, the voice sounded somewhat feminine,
and Laraba began to assume that she was hallucinating, until she heard the same
tiny baby voice again;
“Don’t mind Alero,
I have warned her several times not to take me out but she wouldn’t listen”
This time, Laraba knew at once that the voice was from the baby she was patting,
although her little mouth didn’t seem to move as she talked. The voice seemed
to pour out loudly through some invisible means. Laraba was too scared, she
didn’t know what to do, the baby was obviously less than a year old and
therefore below the talking age, but the way she spoke confidently showed that her
talking was not a new part of her.
“Hey! Are you
really talking?” Laraba said in astonishment, neglecting what the crowd would
be thinking about her, especially how she held the baby at a distance, so that
she could observe the baby intently.
“Are you blind?
Do I look like an animal to you?” The voice clearly emanating from the little
baby protested.
“Bu…but babies
of your age should not be talking!” She screamed silently.
“And now that I
am…what would you do o?” a mocking
laughter followed, “Call the crowd or what?”
Laraba’s hands
fidgeted as she held the baby, reluctant to drop her on the ground like the
baby’s mother had done earlier, she stared at the crowd around, but no one was
interested in her case, they were still busy dealing with the child’s mother.
Laraba decided
to leave the child where she had picked her from. Afterall it was not hers in
the first place. She took few steps back to where she had picked the girl up.
“Are you
attempting to put me down,” the smart lass observed, “ you must be stupid! Trouble sleep, you carry your yanga con wake
am up and now you want to put me down. Don’t even dare!”
Laraba kept
still, she feared what might happen if she dropped the baby as she had
intended, she wondered if the baby had some other supernatural powers that
could harm her. “Oh my God, what shall I do now?” She soliloquized.
“Laraba, the best thing would be for you to
carry me on your back, and walk away from this market. Take me to the Ogunpa river, that is where I belong to
and that is where I shall return to.”
Laraba looked
with surprise, what would the people say if they see her sneaking the baby
away?
The people who
had busied themselves dealing with the wicked mother could suspect that life
was now draining out of the woman, they began to disperse one after the other
leaving the woman half dead. No one seemed to care about the child anymore and
Laraba found herself in between saving a dying mother, or fulfilling a speaking
baby’s wish. Everyone around her, seemed not to care about what she was doing,
no one even thought about saving the dying woman. Her bleeding body wriggled on
the street, but the passersby continued with their activities.
“Do you need
help ma?” Laraba asked impulsively, her eyes could not hold it any longer, she
felt the strong need to save the dying woman over fulfilling the wish of the
fetish child.
“Laraba! I think
you are mad” The lass insisted, “Can’t you see that I am in a hurry to get back
to my home sweet home, what have you to do with this witch?!” The baby’s voice
now seemed to be echoing loudly in Laraba’s ears.
It hadn’t been
her trouble in the first place, and she had only shown pity to the young girl,
now she was about to show pity again to the child’s mother, and this seemed to
bag danger.
While wrapping
the baby around her back, Laraba proceeded to rescue the mother.
“Madam, do you
need help?” She spoke gently, but before the woman could respond to that, there
was a quick interference from the stubborn girl.
“Laraba! Laraba!
Laraba! You should have nothing to do with this woman, she is a witch! Take me
to my home and I would keep you safe.” The baby said to the inattentive lady.
Laraba watched
as the baby’s mother as the helpless woman turned over with the little life
left in her, her face had been covered with blood and open wounds seem to sore
her skin. She spoke through clenched bloody teeth; “Laraba!”
Laraba was bewildered,
how on earth did the woman know her name. She remembered immediately that he
baby too had called her name earlier easily and she knew at once that she was
in big trouble.
‘Oh my God! What
have I gotten myself into?!’ Laraba pondered.
“Laraba, if you
want to help me,” the dying woman echoed, “take that baby off your back first”.
That simple rule didn’t seem difficult, until she completed her speech by
saying; “…and throw her into the street, let the moving vehicles crush her head
off, and let her cease to exist.”
Laraba’s hands of
help fell on the rough clay as she observed the strong enmity between mother
and child. She felt she was going to run mad if no one came to her rescue, but
the people at the market appeared less concerned with the ongoing activity.
“You wicked
witch! I am going back home, you would never be rescued from your agony. This
is where you shall die!” The baby behind Laraba’s back lamented.
“You cheeky
devil!” The dying mother replied, “We shall see who would be rescued from this.
Laraba, please throw this godforsaken child into the street, let her be
rendered paralyzed forever even if she escapes death. I am dying and I need
your urgent assistance, but please do not think of rescuing me until you have
gotten rid of that thing behind your back.”
Laraba knew
there was no way to go now, she didn’t care anymore about interfering in the
family matter anymore. She disengaged the baby from her back and flung her to
her mother, but the baby wouldn’t let go off her hands.
That action
brought quickly the attention of the crowds gathered.
Laraba shook her
off violently to get rid of the baby, but she instead received a very painful
bite as she did. Feeling pained, Laraba punched the baby with her other hand,
as if she too didn’t give a damn if the baby fell off carelessly in the
process. The mouths of onlookers opened in disbelief.
“Foolish!” She shouted audibly, and then she
dropped the baby carelessly on the floor, making the baby mourn loudly as her
poor tender buttocks hit the rough surface of the earth again.
“How can you
treat a child in such manner!!!” The men around the market yelled as they
charged towards Laraba violently.
She too would
soon be in a pool of blood.
People’s trouble
sometimes, are best understood by them, do not take sides when you do not have
full knowledge of the situation!
#SayNoToMobAttack!
whaoh our deji has done it again ,nice concept and an intrigue storyline more power to your elbow
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