I Go Go(4)

I look out of the car window and a frown creases my face. I know this area.

“Where are we going?” I ask my boss and he smiles.

“We are almost there. We’re going right there.” He answers, pointing at a  shop a few distances away from us. It’s my husband’s mechanic shop.

“What? We’re going to my husband’s shop?” I ask, my face going pale with fear. It suddenly dawns on me that I haven’t given my sick plan the thinking it requires. What if Femi gets really angry and kills somebody? I immediately start to think of all the tools my husband might have in his shop and the extent of damage they can cause if used as weapons.

“”Don’t you want him to know about our affair anymore?”

“I didn’t mean this, you want us to go and show off in front of him?”

I had no idea my boss was this daring.

“There’s no better way than this my dear, haven’t you heard the popular saying, seeing is believing?” He asks as he glances at me, that cynic smile appearing again at a corner of his mouth. I can tell he is enjoying this.

“My husband’s crazy and he has a lot of work tools that might be dangerous weapons. Do you want to die?”

“You think I haven’t thought of that? You and your colleagues must really think you have an idiot for a boss.” He says and turns into a corner before bringing the car to a halt. I look at my husband’s shop at the other side of the road and try to calculate how long it will take him to get to us with his sharpest tool.

I’m such an idiot.

My boss calls a teenage boy who is sitting in the nearest shop, talks to him, gives him some money and points towards the direction of my husband’s shop. He’s asking the boy to go and tell my husband to come see us. My heart beat suddenly accelerates and I feel butterflies in my stomach.

I can’t do this.

“I hope you are ready for this Biola, we have to really act like we are having an affair you know. Come on, get out of the car.” My boss says and I slowly climb out of the car, wondering what he’s up to and waiting for his next instruction.

My boss is still giving me a lecture on what we are about to do when we hear noises and see people running to the middle of the road. One of them, a fat woman has her hands on her head and is shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Ikunle abiamo o!”

An accident just occurred.

We quickly run to the scene of the accident and after forcing our way through the already thickening crowd, I see my husband lying on the ground unconscious. There’s a screw driver on the ground beside him.

He must have negligently crossed the road in a hurry to see and stab whoever it was that had the guts to bring his wife out to a place near his workshop when she should be at work and had been hit by a car in his hurry.

My boss bends near him and checks his pulse.

“He’s still alive, we need to get him to a hospital!”