Have you read Lost Pt. 1?
“Oh f*ck, not here. Not now. God please!” Bello tried to start the engine again. It croaked, then died. He was going to try again when Feyi stopped him.
“It’s no use bruh. Can’t you see? The fuel gauge reads empty.”
In his agitated state, Bello had failed to check. They were stranded for good in Igbehin Adun village, town, settlement or whatever it was. From the look of things, it doesn’t look like a place that has a gas station.
“We have to get into the town, see if we can get fuel or someone who can help. Irupe may not be too far away from here. I think we should call Eniola. She can send someone to get us.”
Nkechi, who still sat in the front, her body still trembling said nothing. She was clutching her rosary. The one her grandma had given to her when she clocked ten. It was on her birthday, and was meant as a special birthday gift. Later on, she understood she gave every daughter born into the family such a rosary when they clocked ten years old.
“This will keep you safe from trouble and danger. Always have it on you, and pray child. Pray every time. And especially more, when trouble comes.”
Those words came to her now and she was praying.
“Jumoke, try your phone. Mine have died out.” Feyi said. He opened the door and got out. The night air was very crisp and cool. It was so unlike anything he was used to in Abuja. He noted his surroundings. There was nothing much to look at. The trees were tall, thick and gave the road a dark, eerie feel. He could not make out houses, but the drums came from somewhere just ahead. He was not familiar with the kind of drum that was being played, but the person playing was sure playing vigorously.
“I can’t seem to power on my phone. I think something broke when it dropped,” Jumoke’s voice brought Feyi back to the present. He rolled his eyes, women and their unreliability. If she wasn’t watching that useless Yoruba movie, she wouldn’t have dropped the phone. Or as he was more inclined to believe, used up all the battery power.
He didn’t say anything to her, instead he turned round and walked to the driver’s side.
“You call her,” he glanced at Nkechi briefly. “Meanwhile, help me charge my phone.”
Bello shook his head. The look on his face worried Feyi.
“What? Talk nau.”
“The charging points don’t work. I checked all three. And the funny thing is, they were working perfectly yesterday.”
Feyi threw his hands up in frustration. Everything that could go wrong seem to be. Irupe is nowhere in sight, their car has stopped and needs fuel with no fuel station in sight and now they had no way of communicating with anyone. He looked around once more, “Okay, nothing else to do than head to Igbehin Adun then.”
He started marching towards the drums.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Nkechi’s voice was a bare whisper but it carried in the silent night air. Feyi stopped in mid-stride, all is pent up frustration boiling over.
“What is wrong with you? What the f*ck is wrong with you? You already got us in this situation, and now rather than offer good solution, which you aren’t, you are busy blocking all others. I don’t think you are suggesting we should sleep in the car in this bush?’
Bello wagged a finger at Feyi, “stop talking to my girl so rudely, man. I wouldn’t do same to Jumoke. Don’t use foul language at her or else we are going to have a problem.” And with those words he stepped out of the car, indicating he was ready to take it all the way if necessary.
Feyi looked at him, then he glanced at Nkechi who sat there saying nothing and finally, his eyes fell on the pleading ones of Jumoke. She was begging him to let it go, without saying a word.
He stomped off towards the sound of the drums, “come along, Jummy. If you both decide to join us, we will be walking really slow so you can catch up.”
Bello beckoned at Nkechi, “let’s go.”
Reluctantly, she stepped out of the car and they followed silently behind. Their silhouette disappearing into the silent, heavy night toward the inviting, festive drums of igbehin Adun village which promised every visitor a treat:
Enter And Forget All Your Life’s Troubles
The drums grew louder as they drew nearer. Nkechi, who had a terrible feeling about it all, just clutched her rosary and prayed. She didn’t say a word to any of them. They don’t listen to her anyways, so what’s the point of trying to make them stay back in the car. Moreover, Bello always allowed Feyi ride roughshod over him. It is the only undesirable thing about him – he wasn’t very strong willed. She put out her hand and clutched his palm, she felt him squeeze and she smiled in the darkness. She loved him, but she knew she would never marry him. He was Hausa and her parents will never allow it. But, what’s wrong with living in the moment, squeezing all the happy juices you can from life and living?
She squeezed back.
As they got into the outskirts of the village, the first thing that struck Nkechi was the silence and cold. She drew closer to Bello, clutching at his arm.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“The drums are gone. Everything is quiet. Just vanished. I heard the drums, just a moment ago and it was just gone like that. And, it is very cold.” She replied.
Bello drew her closer, “You must be really tired. The drums are still playing and it has even gotten louder. Just ahead it seems…”
“What?” Nkechi stopped walking. “You can hear drums?”
“Something is very wrong, we have to go back.”
“What are you two debating back there,” Feyi shouted at them from farther ahead. “We are almost there, I think. The drums seem to be coming from the center of the village.”
“Nkechi can’t hear the drums, and she wants us to go back. She says something is wrong.” Bello could see Feyi stomping his foot on the grassy ground. He smiled inwardly, the guy is a basket of hot potatoes. He smiled even wider when Feyi’s calm voice, having mastered his anger, came across in the night.
“We are almost there. I can hear the singing even, so can Jummy. We have gotten this far, let’s just check if we can get someone to give us fuel. Let’s try that at least.”
Just as he finished, the figure of a beautiful young woman dressed in a white flowing gown appeared almost from nowhere. Neither Bello, Jumoke nor Feyi was sure where she came from. She might have walked up while they were having their talk.
The woman smiled at Feyi, her eyes bright as the moon when it is full. She was not wearing shoes or any jewelry for that matter. And from what Feyi and Bello saw, she didn’t seem to be wearing any underwear even.
She beckoned at them to follow her.
“You see what I mean? We would have been heading back and not seen a good Samaritan like her if we had heeded the doomsday monger.”
Nkechi pulled at Bello’s arms, “What’s that hothead saying? Where did he see a ‘good Samaritan’ in this dead quiet, cold and deserted village?”
This time, it was Bello who stopped short. “What do you mean? That woman is taking us to get help.”
Bello pointed ahead, “that one in front wearing white, with no footwear or underwear for that matter…”
Nkechi’s eyes followed his pointed arms, dead ahead she saw nothing but Feyi and Jumoke walking in front. There was no sign of a woman wearing white.
“Lost Pt. 2” was written by ShaiOnTheProwl
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