Shola couldn’t see throughout the night; she was running temperature,
Bola: “Ore mi, stand up and take something!” she had brought a cup of tea and snacks for her.
Shola shook her head,
Shola: “I don’t feel like taking anything!”
Bola insisted, Shola left with no choice sat up as she ate gently. Bola sat watching her friend eat,
“Is it true?” Shola asked.
Shola: “Henry attempt to rape Madam,” she took a gulp.
Bola: “That was what I learnt!” Shola shrugged and bite from her snack.
They both sighed at the same time,
Bola: “What do you think? Do you think it’s true?”
Tears rolled down from Shola’s eyes and she shook her head,
Shola: “Henry isn’t capable of doing such! He can’t hurt an ant. I trust him!” Bola placed her hand on Shola’s head and said,
Bola: “stop crying the truth would definitely come out,” she hugged Shola,
Shola: “Thank you,” she whispered.
After some minutes silence, Shola asked,
Shola: “what do you think I should do?”
Bola: “Let’s live one day at a time. By morning tomorrow solution would present itself.”
Shola sighed and rested on the bed using her hands as pillow; Bola put off the light,
“Good night, dear!” Bola faced the opposite direction and in no time she dozed off.
Different thoughts trudge into her mind; it was hard for her to sleep. The pain killer she took didn’t seem to work at all. It looked like her head was going to explode,
Shola: “Oh God! I need your help. Henry I’ll fight for you!”
She had made up her mind to look for a way of seeing First Lady so she could plead with her.
The sight of Sule made the cell calm the only noise heard was the clicking of the keys. As he opened the door, he yelled,
Sule: “Where’s that bastard Henry?” Henry looked up, “come here!” he said in his Jigawa accent.
Henry stood up staggering at first but later regained his stamina, “Follow me, Dan iska!”
He dragged Henry into a small room. It was the torture room. Henry was forced down a small chair as Sule stood facing him with his hands on the table,
“So are you ready to confess?” he said folding his sleeves as he watched the dangerous objects for torture ,Henry’s roving eyes moved from the objects laid bare before him and the officer.
Why shouldn’t he just confess? He thought. To a crime he didn’t commit? He shook his head impossible.
Henry: “sir, I swear to God I didn’t do anything! I’m innocent!”
Sule shook his head and gave out a nefarious smile,
Sule: “inn agama da ka do le ka fade gaskiya,”he said in Hausa and repeated in English, “When I am done with you you’ll have no choice but to confess!”
He landed him a slap and Henry burst into tears,
Henry: “I didn’t do anything I swear!” he said holding the cheek writhing in pains.
Sule dug a sharp object into his ribs and he let out a yell.
Henry fell to the ground crying. Blood smeared the floor and the hands of Sule. He picked Henry up and started beating him until he passed out,
Sule: “Bastard!”he spat on him and sat on the edge of the table, asked for them to bring water to use to resuscitate him.
Bola escorted Shola to a plaza named after the chairman. First Lady had a supermarket there and it was the biggest in town,
“The only thing they don’t sell there is human parts,” Henry joked.
On their way, Shola said,
Shola: “Let’s pray we meet her at the shop.”
She wasn’t always at the shop. She had workers there. Bola slide the glass door opened, Shola followed behind. A lady was at the desk she greeted them,
They smiled back too,
Bola: Ïs madam around?”
Lady: “ehm, yes,”she quickly picked up the phone and dialed as it rang, “who should I say is looking for her.”
Before Shola could say a word,
Bola jumped in and said,
Bola: “her hair stylist!”
Lady: “Madam your hair stylist…”
Bola: “…Shola” Bola chipped in.
They entered her office and greeted her. She was sitting on a very comfortable couch going through a fashion magazine,
First Lady: “Shola,” she dropped the magazine down, “have your seats,” they sat opposite her.
“To what pleasure do I owe your visit,” she smiled but Shola wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries she threw herself at First Lady’s feet crying,
Shola: “Please ma, I know you’re a good woman. Have mercy on him,please!”
Bemused first lady asked,
First Lady: “ what’s wrong? Why are you pleading with me?”
Shola raised her head up,
Shola: Ït’s about my boyfriend, Henry!”
First Lady: “Henry your boyfriend?”
Shola: “Please ma! Have mercy on him,” First lady stood up, sighed and walked towards the window.
First Lady: “what do you want me to do?”
Shola: “order for his release,please!”
First Lady: “Do you know what he did?” she didn’t wait for an answer and she added, your boyfriend tried to rape me!” she yelled.
Bola joined Shola on her knees as they both pleaded. First lady felt guilty as they were sobbing and pleading. Her conscience pricked her.
First lady shook her head,
First Lady: “the matter is beyond me! My husband took it up! I can do nothing right now!”she turned and looked at them.
Sule entered the DPO’S office and saluted,
Sule: “he has admitted to the crime!” he played the recorder in his hands.
DPO shook his head,
DPO: “We would use him as a very good example to the rest of the animals on the street! Tomorrow he’d be taken to the maximum prison at Kuje.”
Sule: “Yes sir!”
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