The Legend Of Dayo continues…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE LEGEND OF DAYO

SEASON 1: THE EMERGENCE

CHAPTER 4

Shocking Revelations

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Grace Opurum smiled sadly at her husband when she beheld the great pain in the depths of his eyes. She knew just how badly Olusegun Osuolale was affected by the torture she went through when the arthritis was extremely severe.

“You don’t have to worry so much, my dearest husband,” she whispered and smiled, trying to hide her pain without success. “You know I’ve lived with this for a long time. It will improve when the wet season leaves us.”

And that was exactly when it began to rain again, the heavy pellets hammering quite noisily on the roof, as if the wet season had taken affront at her words, and wanted to remind her that it was not quite gone yet.

Olusegun Osuolale leaned forward and rubbed his cheeks against hers, and she felt his tears washing down her face.

“I wish I can take your pain away, my love, Ifunayam, for just a few minutes so that you can sleep soundlessly!” he whispered tremulously against her.

That alone broke Grace, and she tried to touch his grey hair, but she could not raise her hand because the pain was so outrageous.

Yes, he was like that, her husband!

Always seeking the best for her, making her pain his, her joys his, and that was why she loved him so much, and had chosen him above all the suitors that had competed for her love.

As her tears spilled down her cheeks, she smiled bravely through and watched the slashing rain through the window.

“You remember what we used to do when we were married at first, each time it rained like this?” she asked softly.

Her husband lifted his head and smiled gently at her through his depression.

“Ah, Ifunayam, my love, you will kill me,” he said in a soft voice and ran a calloused hand down her right cheek. “You were so insatiable, quite the nympho, weren’t you?”

“You had a sweet tree, my husband, and climbing it was my greatest pleasure,” she murmured, and they both giggled. “It is raining now. Want to try it?”

He leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers tenderly.

“Ah, my darling, you know I am in the mood all the time,” he whispered. “But Neji will be bringing your soup any moment from now!”

“Oh, you can always lock the door, can’t you, dim?” she whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

He nodded, unable to speak for a moment.

“I miss you a thousand time more, Ifunayam, nwunyem,” he said tenderly. “And when the pain subsides, ah, your thighs will suffer!”

She giggled and nibbled his ears.

“Suffer ke? They’re always happy to part for your cassava, dim!” she purred.

They were both laughing when the door opened, and their children came in.

Neji Helen was holding a basket whilst Uche Joseph was holding a flask of water and a glass.

Mr. Olusegun Osuolale sat up and quickly cleaned his face.

Neji Helen pulled the small table near the bed and carefully lifted a bowl of light soup with tender pieces of lamb meat and put it on the table.

Uche Joseph put the flask down on a low table, and then he proudly handed a folded white sheet to his father.

“My exam score in mathematics today, Baba,” he said softly.

Olusegun Osuolale took the envelope and raised his eyebrows.

“Aha, your maths score that always sends me to my grave, eh?” he said gravely. “What position did you get this time, eh? The last two terms you were edging closer to the bottom. What position were you in last term, eh, in maths?”

“I got thirty-one percent, Baba, and I was in the thirty-second position!”

“Ahaaa, I remember!” Olusegun Osuolale said. “You got thirty-one in the mathematics exams, and you were in the thirty-second position, three from the bottom. I’m sure you finally hit the bottom this term!”

Uche Joseph laughed whilst his mother and sister smiled.

“Oh, go easy on the boy now, Mr. Olusegun!” Grace Opurum said. “Abi we know who’s the blockhead in the family now, ah? You were very bad in mathematics during your school days, and as they say, the crab will never give birth to a bird o!”

Mr. Olusegun Osuolale unfolded the sheet, and then he gaped with sudden disbelief.

“Chineke! Uche Joseph of the Great Amaka clan! Na wetin be this? Whose exam paper you go steal write your name for top? Ninety-five percent in mathematics? And yours is the highest? First in class in mathematics?”

Neji Helen, who was now spooning food into her mother’s mouth, paused and looked at her father, and her hand was not quite steady, causing her to spill a little soup on her mother’s dress.

Absent-mindedly, she picked up a napkin and dabbed at the spill, and then she continued to feed her mother slowly.

Uche Joseph was laughing now.

“Na my own paper be that one o, Papa!” he said proudly. “This exams is turning out different! Suddenly, things I had forgotten were coming back to me! The Economics paper today was easy to write, meanwhile I’ve always hated Economics! Now my sharp brain is coming back, Papa!”

“Congratulations, my boy!” Grace Opurum said, and her husband looked at her with laughter in his eyes.

“Aha, now that he’s performing well he’s now your boy, abi, and no longer inherited my blockhead now, ha?”

They continued speaking, but Neji Helen could barely hear them now. Her mind was working overtime, and as she spoon-fed her mother, she looked very thoughtful indeed.

“Neji, my princess, is everything alright?” Olusegun Osuolale asked, suddenly concerned by the expression on his daughter’s face. “You look worried.”

Neji tried to smile, but it was just a shallow and fleeting expression.

“Yes, Neji, you’ve been looking very worried these days,” her mother said with a gentle smile. “Be happy, dear! What’s eating into you anyway?”

“Yes, what is it, darling?” Olusegun Osuolale persisted.

“Maybe she’s not happy those hideous and stinking pimple bumps have cleared from her face, Baba!” Uche Joseph said, causing them to smile again.

“Aha, yes, my daughter!” Grace Opurum said. “Your skin is now so, so. beautiful. The new herb is really working! I’m so glad for you.”

Neji selected another cut of lamb and gently spooned it up with soup, and put it into her mother’s mouth.

“I don’t believe it has got anything to do with the herb, nne,” she said softly.

There was sudden silence in the room as her mother chewed the meat in her mouth.

“And what are you hinting at, Princess?” Olusegun spoke softly.

Neji Helen looked at her father levelly, her beautiful brow furrowed a little.

“You know, Baba,” she said and nodded. “Three days ago, in the store, when Mrs. Ibrahim was proving so dangerous, you knew it wasn’t the herb. No herbs have helped me, Baba.”

Her father looked worried, and he tried to avoid his wife’s sudden probing eyes.

“Now what’s going on?” Grace asked softly.

Neji Helen sighed and put the bowl of soup down carefully.

“Strange things have happened this past week, Nne,” she said, looking intently at her mother. “The store is performing incredibly well, and we’ve almost run out of stock in just a few days, and the profits are astounding. My horrible pimples cleared, and Uche’s school performance is mind-boggling, to say the least. I have seen some of his exams papers, and the results are simply unbelievable. Seems he’s now first in all his subjects. He even told me they suspected he was cheating and so he was closely monitored, and he is still getting the highest marks!”

“Except your mother, Neji, except your mother,” Olusegun said carefully. “Her pains haven’t reduced, see?”

“It is because she hasn’t been close to him yet, Baba!” Helen said calmly, keeping her eyes fixed on her father now.

Grace looked from one to the other, absolutely confused.

“Now don’t do this to me now!” she said softly. “What’s going on here?”

“It is the blind one, isn’t it?” Uche Joseph asked suddenly. “The ogbanje, right?”

“What?” Grace whispered. “The hunchback?”

“Yes, Nne,” Neji replied. “Ever since he came to the house, everything is going on well for all of us…no, those of us who have been close to him. You know how horrible my monthly flows were, Mama.”

“Yes,” Grace whispered with a scowl. “That reminds me, I was about to ask you. You break down totally each month, but this month I haven’t seen anything yet, and I was a bit worried.”

“Yes, Nne,” Neji replied. “The pain had always, always been unbearable. But, I’m in my fourth day now this month, mama. And I don’t even feel a twitch of pain. It is so smooth and painless, so comfortable that I cried last night with deep gratification because the third days were always the worst. The pains stopped, Mama.”

“Chineke!” Grace cried, her face horrified. “The hunchback! Is he cursed?”

“Lord, no!” Neji said, but she was not quite convinced as she remembered the strange bright light she had seen inside the storeroom. “Blessed, more like. There seems to be an aura around him that causes…blessings and goodness.”

“Could be simple coincidence, you know,” Olusegun Osuolale said softly. “Could be that our family’s luck just changed.”

“We can easily find out, Baba,” Neji said carefully.

“How?” her face asked with a scowl.

“We take Mama to meet him, Baba,” Neji said, looking at her father. “So far she had not been able to meet him properly because of her pain. Let’s take her down to the boy, Baba. And then we’ll know whether it is coincidence, or that boy’s presence is indeed the reason for all this sudden blast of incredible goodness in our family. You must send Mama down to the boy, Baba…now, please!”

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