Bonny was shocked to hear that what his mother told him about his supposed father was all a lie. He didn't know which to prefer between the two stories. That his father abandoned his mother and ran away before he was born, or that his father raped his mother on the street. The two stories hurt, and he didn't know how best to react. At the same time, he disliked the fact that his mother concealed the truth behind his birth from him. But still, it occurred to him that the poor woman would have passed through a lot of hardship on the street while he was in her womb. As if he knew his father, a great rush of hatred flowed through his mind. A hatred that is far above what he felt all his life with the version of the previous story he was told. He felt like seeing his father and killing him so as to make him pay for what he did to him and his mother. "Lizzy, please, don't hold the past in your heart. It would get you nowhere except destruction." MC Classics advised. "The deed has been done, and there is no amount of bitterness that can change anything." He added. Lizzy's face was still wet with tears. "Whose grave is outside?" MC Classics asked, breaking the loud silence in the room. "it's my husband's" She said with so much sorrow in her voice that one would know for sure that life has really tossed her around. "He died two years ago of Diabetics." She added. Again, silence regained its dominance in the room until Lizzy broke the silence. "He was my all, and the only man that accepted me with my terrible past. Although, life was not too fair to our marriage as it took several years before our marriage was blessed with these two children." She said, pointing to the two girls playing at one end of the room. "…Several years of beating and torturing me for his infertility." Bonny said, after keeping quiet for some minutes. The way he said it made it clear that he was still bitter towards the way his step-father tortured him before he left the house. "Alex, you know I never for once supported the way he maltreated you." Lizzy explained. The look on Bonny's face showed he agreed with what his mother said, but the look on MC Classics' face showed he was confused at the new name Bonny was called. "My name is actually Alex. It was my friends on the street that started calling me Bonny because I was very thin and skinny." Bonny explained. "Bonny?" Lizzy asked, sounding surprised. In the middle of things, MC Classics' phone rang. "Excuse me" MC Classics said, as he picked the incoming call. "Hello sir" He said into the phone. "No. I've left the studio" He replied the question asked. "Oh! Really? Is he at home now?" MC Classics asked with a smile on his face. "Ok sir. I will go home soon. I can't even wait to meet with Tade that I only speak with over the phone for years." He said letting out a big laughter before finally ending the call. "I'm sorry. That was the man I told you helped me after I left the prison. His son just came back to Nigeria after travelling for many years." MC Classics explained. "But, will you like to meet him? I'm sure he can help out in one or two ways." MC Classics suggested. "As for me, I'm ok the way I am. But, if he can help Alex, I will be glad." Lizzy said. "As for Bonny, sorry, Alex. I have already taken him as a brother, and I'm sure Oloye would also take him as a son." He said with yet another smile. His smile reminded Bonny of the secretary's smile, and how he would love to have series of smiles on his face too, and if taking MC Classics as a brother is all he needed to do to have smiles on his face, he was ready to do more than that.
The screams and shouts from the living room were enough to welcome Oloye and his wife into the house. As they alighted from the car, they both looked at each other in awe. "What is happening?" His wife asked with her sonorous voice. It was that very voice Oloye loved most about his wife. Infact, that was what attracted him the very first time they met at a ceremony, and he didn't hesitate to make the move for her. In no time, she replaced his first wife who left him years ago. His journey up the ladder of success was such a memorable one for him, and he would gladly counsel anybody that is willing to listen on the right path to take in life. Just after getting a mad lady to rape, Oloye victoriously went back to Baba to inform him of his 'accomplishment'. Again, Baba accused him that he didn't sleep with a real mad lady. Although, he was not sure if the first girl he raped was truly mad. But, the second lady he raped, he was very sure she was mad. Aside the numerous cans and bottles the mad lady used as her clothing, the heavy stench that came from moving close to her was enough to convince one that she must have been mad for many years. Also, the words of the mad lady after Oloye finished, was enough to convince Oloye that the lady was really mad. "Come and do again. Your children will do. Your children's children will do." The mad lady said with heavy laughter. "Baba, I say she mad." Oloye argued. "She no mad." Baba replied. "She mad" Oloye replied. "She no mad' Baba replied. In no time, the two of them kept saying "she mad – she no mad", and Oloye was so carried away in his assurance that he didn't know when he told Baba, "You mad". Baba paused for a while to be sure he heard him well because he didn't want to conclude so easily. "I mad?" Baba asked. Oloye, carried away in his assurance thought Baba was still talking about the mad lady. "Yes". He replied, with a great emphasis. "I mad?" Baba asked again. "Yes" Oloye replied with more emphasis. It was after his second response that he realized he just called Baba a mad man. All his efforts to beg Baba fell on deaf ears, and Baba's threat to make him mad was just enough for him to run for his life. The experience was also enough for him to forgo looking for shortcuts in life, and with hardwork and consistence, he was in no time up the success ladder.
"That is Selimot screaming." Oloye told his wife. The two of them dashed into the house, and they got inside at the very time Tade was buckling his trousers, and the innocent girl was crying on the floor, with her clothes torn on her. The crying young lady, the blood on the floor and the buckling of trousers were enough spectacle to welcome Oloye's son back to the country. Tade's mother let out a loud shout as she raced to him with series of slaps. "You have killed me." She said as she cried and slapped Tade. "You are going back to America. Go and get your things." She said, crying. All the while, Oloye did not move an inch. He stood there looking at his son, a direct duplicate of himself. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that sending Tade back to America would not solve the problem, because he was already convinced that the words of the mad lady were not mere words, but curses that have rubbed on his son. He looked at his wife with the 4 months pregnancy in her, and he could do nothing, but pray that the pregnancy turns out to be a girl, just as the other two he had after Tade.
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There is a man in us. Just like the radio, we cannot see the man, but we can hear his voice. The man begs us every now and then to avoid cutting corners in life. He even begs us at times to do away with evil devices. This man sees more than we see and he knows more than we know. This same man in us will not shout and he will not scream. He would only whisper anytime we consider making wrong decisions. But, it's a pity many of us turn deaf ears to the man. We live our lives the way we want, forgetting that there is what is called NEMESIS. For so many, they have abandoned their responsibilities to their family, friends, children, wife, husband, etc. Listen, this is yet another voice, another man on the radio, calling you to take a U-turn from wherever you are and retrace your steps in any area you might be found wanting because, the evils that men do no longer live after them. Rather, it lives with them.
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