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=====MAN ON THE RADIO (Episode Three)=====
The sound was loud enough to scare both Tade and the driver as they both could not help but jerk in the car.
Tade shouted, as the car swerved.
“Don’t apply the break. Don’t apply the break.”
Tade warned. The right front tyre just burst, and the ash coloured Toyota car could not help but swerve from side to side on the pot-holes-infested road, while the driver tried to man the situation. About 120 metres away, Tade could see a big Mack truck coming at full speed.
The truck driver pressed his honk non-stop, to warn them about his own situation which was probably worse than theirs. Tade could not believe that his end would be on the notorious Lagos-Ibadan expressway, which was known to have swallowed so many innocent lives with the deadly pot-holes strategically located at crucial parts of the road. MC Classic’s voice was still softly escaping from the car radio at an infinitesimal volume the driver left it.
“What do you do for a living?”
MC Classic asked Bonny. Tade and the driver were not in any way concerned about the interview. The more the driver tried to turn the car away from the lane the truck was coming from, the more the car was determined to bring about the end of its driver and passenger by staying on that same lane, without giving in. With just about 5 metres away from the truck, Tade held his breath prayerfully. All of a sudden, the car landed in a small pot-hole, and bounced up a little, swerving back to its lane, quick enough to escape the destructive force of the oncoming truck. The car seemed to have lost all its energy and agility, as it began to move at a slower pace.
“Gradually apply the break now”
Tade advised. But, before he could say that, the driver’s legs were already doing good justice. The car gradually came to a halt, amidst several grumbling, screeching and murmuring. It was after the car stopped that Tade felt his heart beating again. When the big truck was approaching, it was as if his heart decided to suspend all activities it was meant for. Tade wanted to talk, he wanted to say something, but he didn’t have the best words to express himself. He wanted to blame the driver, but then, he came to his senses that it was not the driver’s fault that the road was terrible enough to burst a tyre. At the same time, he wanted to blame the government for not taking proper care of the roads. He just needed someone to blame for what happened, someone to put the blame on. But, he later realized he was to blame for everything. If he had not decided to come back home to contribute his own quota to his fatherland, he would not have been welcomed by a death threat. If he had not broken up with Linda, his white girlfriend, for not agreeing to come with him to Nigeria! If he had not resigned from his high-paying job! If only… and if only he had decided to stay back in America! But then, it occurred to him that his country must have needed him so badly for the devil to try to end his life in less than an hour of coming back into the country.
The radio interview was still on, and Tade could hear it faintly. He grabbed a bottle of water as he alighted from the car while the driver replaced the tyre.
“What do you want to become in the nearest future?”
MC Classic asked. There was a little silence from Bonny’s end, but he later struggled to ask”,
“Can I still become something?”
The response caught MC Classic off balance. He was not expecting such a response. He thought Bonny’s response would be to become a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer, or even anything else.
MC Classic thought.
“Do you still want to become something?”
MC Classic fired back. Again, Bonny thought for a while, and then said”,
“Can I become a policeman?”
Bonny asked as if the final decision about who he would become rested solemnly on MC Classic.
“Is that what you want to become?”
MC Classic asked, disregarding the way Bonny answered his question. He understood Bonny’s predicament. In fact, he met him for the first time in a terrible situation, a week before the interview. MC Classic was returning from the studio around 10pm after a night shift when his car suddenly stopped under the notorious Iwo Road bridge. His fuel tank had been on empty all day, but he was hoping he could get fuel, but the present fuel scarcity did not help issues at all. He needed to push the car away from under the bridge, at least to a nearby filling station or an eatery, to avoid any form of vandalization by the vagabonds around the area. The pavement of the bridge was littered with so many people who assumed different positions to sleep. Some slept comfortably on the floor, while some simply squatted, and rested their back on the way. He needed one or two of them to help him push his car away from where it stopped. But, none of them even showed a sense of concern.
“This is Nigeria, and it is all man for himself”
They would have thought.
He tried starting the car again, but the car was determined to remain where it was. The more he started the car, the more the car refused to start, making an annoying sound.
“Abeg, carry your yeye car comot for here joor.”
One of the destitudes shouted. As if it was planned, as a young man stood up from where he slept, two people rushed to his spot, fighting over who would sleep there.
“I first you reach here joor”
One of them shouted.
“How you first me reach here?”
“You wey dey run come from that place, and me wey don near here before, who go first each other reach here?
The argument on who would take the spot continued without either of them ready to accept defeat. Definitely, they both understand the “pleasure” in having a space to oneself for the night. It meant a whole lot. In fact, good sleep meant more money to them, as someone who slept comfortably at night has a higher tendency of being more active during the day, and being more active during the day goes with more petty jobs that would in turn bring money.
“Let me help you push it.”
The young man that got up said.
“If you don’t leave here on time, they might start stoning you if you keep disturbing them with your car.”
He added. With so much vigor and energy, they pushed the car to a nearby eatery.
MC Classic said. But, the guy did not respond, he simply walked away in another direction.
“Are you not going back to sleep?”
MC Classic asked in amazement.
“Someone else would be fast asleep on my spot by now.”
The guy said, without even looking back.
“Do you need any help?”
Tade asked the driver.
“No sir. Don’t worry sir. I’m almost through.”
The driver replied. Tade called his parents to assure them they were fine, and in no time the driver was done changing the tyres, and they resumed their journey.
“Welcome back from that musical break.”
MC Classic’s voice came in again. It was then Tade remembered he was listening to a programme before the almost-accident.
“So, why do you want to become a policeman?”
MC Classic questioned Bonny.
“So that I can arrest my father and put him in jail.”
Bonny said, with so much hatred in his voice.
You will agree with me that there is a very high level of hardship and poverty in our dear country, and it is increasing on a daily basis. People are finding it harder to survive daily, and from all indications, our government don’t happen to look in our direction at all. Bonny is one of the people we can say struggle hard to survive daily in our dear country. But, why would Bonny want to become a policeman just to send his father to jail? The story remains MAN ON THE RADIO. Join me again tomorrow as we continue the story. Have a wonderful day ahead.
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=====MAN ON THE RADIO (Episode Four)=====
There are many types of houses. Some are made of bricks, while some are made of blocks, and we have some that are made of mud. Some houses are small, while some houses are big, and there are some that are what one would simply call a mansion. But, all the same, all houses, in their various sizes and types, provide for its occupants one primary thing, shelter – shelter from cold and also, a place to put their heads when the night calls. Everyone has the right to choose the type of house they want to live in, as far as they have what it takes to live in it. But, in it all, there is another type of house that we don’t have the right to decide over. We don’t get to choose which we want to live in. We just simply find ourselves there, and there is nothing we can do about it. Even the landlady of the house does not get to decide who lives in the house. It’s a house made of flesh and blood – the womb.
The very first thing that made Lizzy knows she was living in that kind of house was a hard kick on her head. She only knew of a constant rhythmic sound, and from all indications, it was clear to her that she was not wanted in that house. She didn’t know how she got to the house before the kick, and for that, she was not sure how to get out of the house. After some months, she became impatient, and eventually found a way to get out. She was not sure if staying inside the house would be safer than getting out. But then, getting out was a risk she had to take. Her very first experience outside the house was not a good one at all, and she couldn’t help but cry out. Lizzy was the last child of her mother in a family of 15, unequally distributed among 3 wives. In Lizzy’s family, “survival of the fittest” was their watchword, as all the mothers were meant to fend for their children all by themselves, without an iota of support from their loafer husband who was only good at one thing – getting drunk. The entire family lived in a 3 bedroom apartment with only one kitchen to share. If Lizzy had an option, she would have chosen to be given birth to in another family entirely. Lizzy grew up amidst regular envy, undiluted jealousy and constant strife. At the tender age of 11, Lizzy already knew how to go to the street to make a living, and it was not difficult for her to cope at the age of 15 when the landlord threw them out of the house because they were unable to pay their rent.
Simply mentioning Oloye to those that know him would attract nothing but curses and abuses. In fact, one may just decide to climb mountains and hills so as to rain the curses on him in large quantities. If the mountains prove a little ineffective, the gods of Iron, gods of thunder, and even Esu himself should take it up from where one stops. They should curse him from his very first generation down to the last. They should not pray for him to die because death would be too merciful for him. Rather, they should curse him to live long, and yet live a miserable life. They should curse his mother for even conceiving him, and his father for impregnating his mother. They should curse the day he was born, and that day should be filled with woes and reproaches. They should do more than one can imagine.
The story is taking a new turn, isn’t it? Well, it is important it takes a new turn, and the best thing you can do at this moment is to keep your fingers crossed. Yes. Keep it crossed. Guess what? We would be taking two episodes today. Yes, two episodes. I hope your fingers are still crossed?
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When Oloye married Oluchi, his beautiful wife, he was more like the luckiest man on the planet. People wondered how he was able to win such a beautiful lady’s heart, over to his ugly self. But then, there was nothing anybody could do, and as they say, “love is blind”. Some even expected that Oluchi would pull out of the whole wedding arrangement at the eleventh hour.
“Do you accept… as your lovely wedded husband… “
The Priest asked.
Oluchi replied with a big blush on her face. With that, she sealed her fate with him, and the Priest had no option but to declare them husband and wife.
“You may now kiss the bride”.
The Priest instructed. Getting married of Oloye was not a big deal to Oluchi, but what eventually became a big deal to her was that she later discovered that he was lying to her about almost everything all along. He was not as rich as he tried to portray. In fact, the spare-part business he claimed to own was for his younger brother who was handling another arm of the business in another city. The whole revelation came to lime-light when his younger brother accused him of using his money for the wedding ceremony.
“Did you think I was joking when I told you that you are all I have in this world?”
Oloye would always ask Oluchi whenever she brings up the issue of lies. Aside Oluchi being uncomfortable with the way things turned out, Oloye too wasn’t as well. He didn’t like the fact that he could no longer have money to spend. He hated his retrogression so much that he was ready to come out of it quickly. He was already known to be a big time spender in all the joints he used to visit, and the thought of going to the same joint to beg for a bottle of drink was what he couldn’t stand. He was ready and determined to make money, and to make it fast. With the help of friends with the same level of desperation, he tried his hands on some dubious means of making money, which didn’t work out for him. Along the line, Oluchi got tired of Oloye’s attitude, and she didn’t wait for long before packing her few things back to her parents’ house, while Oloye didn’t even make a single attempt to get her back. In no time, Oloye was consulting with an herbalist for money ritual.
“Baba, I want to be rich. Very rich.”
He declared. The Baba was used to issues like that. In fact, the person who described Baba’s place to Oloye assured him that once he gets to Baba’s place, he would be in money. Baba did some consultations with the oracle, and came up with two options for him.
“There are two options your spirit supports.”
“Option one is for me to turn you into a goat, and you would roam the street for three days after which you would become rich.”
Baba said. Oloye didn’t feel good about the option.
“Why goats of all animals?”
He asked himself. He didn’t like goats at all, especially he-goats.
“Baba, which type of goat?”
He asked swiftly.
Baba replied him scornfully, as if Oloye wanted him to help him change his gender.
“No. I can’t do that.”
He thought. Aside the fact that people hate he-goats because of the smell they have, it was also dangerous for a he-goat to roam the street with just 3 weeks to Christmas.
He said to himself again, conclusively.
“Baba, what is the second option?”
“The second option is that, you would sleep with a mad woman.”
Baba dropped yet another bombshell. Oloye was silent for a while. He was not sure what to think or what to say. He didn’t expect such heavy options from Baba. He was hoping Baba would tell him to bring a goat, a chicken, or even a white cloth, in exchange for a calabash that would always produce money.
“Baba, is there another option?”
He asked suggestively.
Baba replied, getting a little impatient. Oloye was quiet for a while.
“Can’t I get a woman’s pant for us to use? Atleast, that’s what most people are using now”
Oloye asked, suggestively.
“Young man, I already told you that your spirit supports only two options, and you are not the one to tell me what you would use.”
“Hmmmmm…I’m sorry Baba. It’s just that…”
“Young man, which option are you going for? I have other people to attend to”
“I’ll go with the ehm…fir…sec…fir…sec…second option. Yes. I’ll go with the second option Baba.”
The heart of man is wicked, and it is filled with unthinkable evil and deceit. The desperation in the heart of man just to get his heart desire, knows no bound. This desperation has made the world filled with unthinkable evil, and one cannot but wonder when man would have his heart desires so as to stop his evil acts. The story remains MAN ON THE RADIO, and I will definitely bring the next episode to your door step tomorrow. Take care.
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