THE EYES OF AN EAGLE III

I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA for sometime. Life has been crazy and I mean CRAZY. I know God is in the process of doing great things in my life, I just need the grace to be patient. Your kind words and prayers are appreciated. Thanks to everybody that yabbed and checked on me, una do well *side eyes Priscy , Dayor and Tizzle.

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In case you missed the part I and 2, check here and here 

After two minutes of Mum doing her dance, a short man emerged from the groove of the tree. I blinked twice; it was like I was living some Nollywood movie experience. Mum had stopped dancing and was paying homage to the man. I looked closely at him, his hair was dreaded and he wore cowries in them, he tied a red wrapper around his tiny waist, painted the visible part of his body with white chalk and completed the appearance with a horn he held in his left hand. He smelled like the faint version of the bush we just passed. I tried to guess his age, he should be around thirty two, not that old so why was Mum calling him “baba”?

“Baba” finally sat down and Mum motioned me to do the same on the wood beside the tree. I wanted to scream there’s no way I’m doing that but Mum shot me one of her looks and I sat down. “Baba” stretched out his left hand and Mum dropped One thousand naira note on it. After some minutes which “baba” spent muttering some incantations, he finally spoke.

"Mama Temi, what can I do for you today?"

What!!? So this man speaks English? And was he not supposed to know why we were there?

Mum explained immediately what was going on in my life. Mum exaggerates a lot and I correct her most times but that day, I just sat there and watched her turn Ola into a monster as she told “baba” her story.

After what seem like ages, “baba” finally listed the things we needed to buy for the potion that was going to restore Ola’s “sanity”. I watched in disbelief as “baba” said:

“A python egg, two strands of hair from a mother gorilla, twenty four gallons of red oil……………………………………………………”

I couldn’t hold the scream this time.

"Where on earth am I supposed to get those?"

Mum smiled and gave “baba” some money. She told me to get up and we left.

We were hardly beyond earshot when I bombarded Mum with questions……………..”Is this man for real?” “Is the potion going to work?” “Where was he going to get those things?” Mum was gentle in explaining that powerful men like “baba” have their means and that he had been tested and trusted.

“You know that my friend?”

“Which one?”

“Mama Kofo”

“The one her husband just died?”

“Yes……………..when her husband started cheating on her, I brought her here and that was the end”

I looked at Mum with fear, could the end mean Ola’s death? I wanted to ask more but I kept my thoughts to myself.

We had passed the smelling bush and I asked Mum again…….

"Mum, are we not going to wait for a bike?"

"Bike ke?.....no ......we trek"

"WHAT?!!!"