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became somewhat cynical about the journey. But somehow that changed on the way.
Nigeria’s beautiful landscape, which I was seeing for the first time at such
close range, was what must have brightened my mood. This was my first time
traveling such a long distance by road and it opened my eyes to a Nigeria that
I had never known existed.
saw villages with similar-looking huts that were beautifully designed. People
sat in front of those huts. They were on straw mats spread across the ground
and did not seem bothered by the burning sun. Then there were glamorous
churches and mosques, mostly painted either white or yellow, surrounded by
people who had just come out of them or were patiently waiting to go in. I had
never believed that Nigerians were the happiest people on earth, as many people
are fond of saying, but after this trip, I started having second thoughts.
There were also beautiful fields along the way and what surprised me the most
was that even though they were mostly empty, they seemed very well maintained.
I wondered where those who were responsible for their maintenance were. Perhaps
in other fields in another part of town, I concluded.
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“The man looked surprised. That was when I realized
that he was not aware of the real purpose of our visit. It took him a while to
respond, which gave me the impression that he would not have allowed us to see
him if he had known why we wanted to see him”
bright that day. We watched Fulani nomads as they walked cheerfully with their
cattle on the road. Little children appeared as well every now and then. Many
of them were selling items of food, ranging from fruits to bread, and some were
not selling anything at all. They just gazed at us and kept waving with their
tiny hands until we were out of sight. Once in a while we stopped to pray and
stretch our legs.
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warmly received. The inhabitants always believed for some reason that their
town was our final destination. On one occasion my driver laughed then said
that he wished that we were indeed at our final destination and when I asked
him why, he pointed at a beautiful woman. I told him jokingly that there would
be no more stops.
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behaved differently. He spoke modestly and seemed repentant. I decided to
forgive him and in that atmosphere, it was an easy thing to do. Before we
reached Abuja, we were all joking and
laughing. But once the driver announced that we were in Abuja, I became tense. That was after I had looked at my watch and
saw that it was already 9:30 p.m. We were half an hour late for our
appointment. I felt like a passenger who was about to miss an important flight.
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twenty-five minutes, we were in front of a massive white house with black
gates. We parked outside next to some soldiers who scrutinized us suspiciously.
The old man hurried out of the car and approached them. They spoke to him in
low voices. We could hardly hear them from the car till one of the soldiers
shouted at the old man, “I have told you
already that your name is not on our list. It is because of your age that I
have not yet slapped you”.
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My heart sank. I
was back in reality. The old man returned to the car reluctantly. He was
embarrassed but tried to look as if he was in control of the situation. He
pulled out his phone and made a phone call then stepped out of the car as if he
did not want us to hear his conversation. I quietly sneaked behind him and
listened carefully. That was when I received my second shock of the day. The
old man was not the link to the government official; he was merely a link to
another link. Maybe there was even a third link. My head began to spin. I did
not bother eavesdropping anymore and quietly returned to the car. I did not
tell anyone else about what I had just learned so as not to sadden anyone
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the old man was forced by the soldiers to end the call and we were instructed
at gunpoint to leave the vicinity for security reasons, an order that we
hurriedly carried out for obvious reasons. “We
should go to the hotel and get some rest”. My brother sounded cheerful as
he said that in an attempt to ease the tension that seemed to be suffocating
all of us in the vehicle.
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convinced about that than before”. The old man tried to feign confidence
before resorting to another Yoruba proverb. “After
hardship has gone, relief is what is
next” After a while his phone rang just as he had uttered those words. He
answered and after a few seconds, he said. “Thank
you! That is exactly what we will do”. He dropped the line and tapped the
driver on the shoulder before saying, “Take
us back to where we are coming from.
Drive as fast as you can!”
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complied and as the car sped through the night, I began thinking of my father.
He was somewhere in this town I said to myself. It even crossed my mind that I
would look for him in every building in Abuja that night if I was sure that he
would have been left in the same location till I find him. We got to the house
after ten minutes. As we approached, the gates were flung open as if the guards
had seen our car from the inside with a camera.
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by security personnel to turn in a certain direction. We drove all the way down
and by the time we got to the end, we parked and got out of the car. Another
soldier directed us to a pathway and after a three-minute walk; a maid received
us and led us through a glass door into a massive sitting room: On the walls
there were pictures of Nigeria’s military leaders, looking like mafia bosses,
and family pictures of our host. Instead of sitting as we were directed to do,
we all remained standing, staring at the pictures when all of a sudden there was
a loud voice from behind. “You don’t have
to stand to see the pictures”. We all turned back and saw our host wearing
gym clothes. “It actually makes sense to
sit down because from the angle of where the chairs are, you have a better view
of everything in the living room”.
became excited and introduced us to the man, one after the other; then, we all
sat down before he started making some strange comments. “Here they are, sir. I am glad to be the one to bring them. It was a
lot of work convincing them to come”. He caught his breath. “One of them even described you as a tiger because of your strong
character, sharp mind, and powerful will. But I told him not to worry because
behind your firmness, there is nothing but kindness. I told him, you can ask
him. I told him”
speechless. Where did all these lies come from? I had never heard such nonsense
in my life. But our host seemed to have another opinion. He smiled as if he was
listening to sweet music. Feeling very uncomfortable, I decided to speak
immediately. “Sir, I am pleased to meet
you. It is kind of you to receive us. In
fact I am-” .
allow me to say more than that. He avoided looking at me or my brother and
started talking about my father. “He
should have walked away from politics. Government was ready to compensate him”.
guilty and that was probably what kept him ranting. He was an important part of
the government but he was distancing himself from it that evening. The more he
spoke the more he sounded like an outsider. “Even
your mother’s case- look at how this government is handling it. It does not even
know the proper way to …”
stopped him from completing his sentence, which infuriated me. He thanked the
man once again for his reception then brought up my father’s issue. “I know that through you, they can see
their father. How soon can that be possible, sir?”
surprised. That was when I realized that he was not aware of the real purpose
of our visit. It took him a while to respond, which gave me the impression that
he would not have allowed us to see him if he had known why we wanted to see
him. “I can’t be of much help in that
regard because many people in government have started pointing accusing fingers
at me. They say I am supporting Moshood Abiola”. His voice was shaking. “By the time I table your request to General
Abacha, he will finally conclude that I am a spy”.
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and when he noticed how devastated we were, he quickly added, “Come to think of it, you don’t even need
me. There is a police officer in Abuja who is in charge of your father. He is a
nice man and can be of help. Try to see him and tell him you saw me”
man’s name and address on a piece of paper, which he gave to me. My brother
thanked him. There was no point spending more time there so we decided to
leave. But the old man had not given up yet. Once again he praised our host
continuously then began putting pressure on him to play a more direct role in
helping us to see our father. Our host shook his head and seemed irritated. He
rose to his feet and entered a room then returned with an envelope full of
money. He gave it to the old man and added,
“This is for them just in case they need anything while they are in Abuja”
considered his gesture an insult but we kept that to ourselves. Once again, my
brother thanked him and told him that we would see the police officer the
following day. As we left his house, I realized that I was right to have been
pessimistic about being able to see my father.
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