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42—SATURDAY Vanguard, AUGUST 3, 2019<br />
poet friend, Mr Okujere. I<br />
exhaled <strong>in</strong> exasperation,<br />
know<strong>in</strong>g it was go<strong>in</strong>g to be<br />
another lengthy session <strong>in</strong><br />
the house with visitors.<br />
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Two months had passed<br />
s<strong>in</strong>ce the meet<strong>in</strong>g at the party<br />
secretariat, and there had<br />
been no move by the<br />
governor to call for a followup<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g as promised. The<br />
state’s political landscape had<br />
become steeped <strong>in</strong> the<br />
loom<strong>in</strong>g confrontation with<br />
Abuja. The spl<strong>in</strong>ter group <strong>in</strong><br />
the state chapter of our party<br />
suddenly became the<br />
ano<strong>in</strong>ted voice of the national<br />
powers. Its arrowhead, Chief<br />
Jeremiah Adiotomre, was<br />
the governor’s long-stand<strong>in</strong>g<br />
political opponent. Aga<strong>in</strong>st<br />
all pleas he had gone ahead<br />
to form a parallel state party<br />
structure beyond the<br />
legitimate party congresses<br />
held three months earlier. In<br />
every small gather<strong>in</strong>g of<br />
opposition politics. ‘O boy, I<br />
no wan suffer,’ became the<br />
common refra<strong>in</strong>.<br />
It was <strong>in</strong> the midst of this<br />
whirlw<strong>in</strong>d that we were<br />
summoned to a caucus<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g by Chief Gabriel<br />
Ogbodo, the state chairman<br />
of our faction of Blue Party.<br />
And, be<strong>in</strong>g a gather<strong>in</strong>g for a<br />
select few, he chose his<br />
country home <strong>in</strong> Abraka as<br />
the venue. I knew the place<br />
well as I had been there twice;<br />
it was about an hour’s<br />
journey from Asaba. The<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g had been slated for<br />
noon, but I arrived at the<br />
light-brown mansion twenty<br />
m<strong>in</strong>utes earlier and tucked<br />
my car <strong>in</strong> the <strong>in</strong>nermost<br />
section of the L- Shaped<br />
park<strong>in</strong>g space which ran<br />
around the build<strong>in</strong>g. I did not<br />
disembark from the vehicle<br />
when I switched it off.<br />
Instead, I waited out the last<br />
stra<strong>in</strong>s of Bob Marley’s<br />
Natural Mystic filter<strong>in</strong>g from<br />
the stereo. The song had run<br />
its course before I stepped<br />
out of my Camry.<br />
Other <strong>in</strong>vited guests stood<br />
about <strong>in</strong> front of the onestory<br />
edifice, wrapped <strong>in</strong> the<br />
warm rays of the sun. When I<br />
looked around, I couldn’t<br />
help but marvel at the<br />
scenery. Between the zebrastriped<br />
pavements hedg<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the borders of the park<strong>in</strong>g<br />
space and the house sat a<br />
manicured piece of<br />
vegetation. A founta<strong>in</strong><br />
gurgled happily <strong>in</strong> the middle<br />
of the greenery while two<br />
elegantly feathered birds<br />
chirped around the water<br />
po<strong>in</strong>t. The chairman had<br />
obviously given his house a<br />
facelift as that part of the<br />
house had previously been<br />
filled with sand and pebbles.<br />
A smile broke out when I<br />
turned my focus to the<br />
cigarette haze l<strong>in</strong>ger<strong>in</strong>g near<br />
the entrance to the house.<br />
Ijele. When Ijele f<strong>in</strong>ally<br />
reached us, we responded to<br />
his hello <strong>in</strong> muted tones.<br />
“Mr Benjam<strong>in</strong>, good to see<br />
you aga<strong>in</strong>,” he said, his<br />
voice dipp<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to its calm<br />
and measured tenor. “I<br />
knew I was go<strong>in</strong>g to meet<br />
you here.” He dug <strong>in</strong> his<br />
crumpled agbada and<br />
fished out a pen.<br />
Brandish<strong>in</strong>g it like it was a<br />
gold bar, he proudly<br />
announced that he had<br />
helped me retrieve the<br />
plastic biro I left at our party<br />
secretariat dur<strong>in</strong>g the last<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g with the governor.<br />
I tried my best to avoid<br />
Odum and Clifford’s stares,<br />
especially as I knew Odum<br />
was try<strong>in</strong>g to catch my<br />
attention. I didn’t want to<br />
make Ijele uncomfortable.<br />
When Clifford forced an<br />
awkward cough, excused<br />
himself, and began to walk<br />
away, I turned to Ijele,<br />
thanked him for his<br />
thoughtfulness and took the<br />
pen from him. He stomped<br />
away just as swiftly as he<br />
had arrived, leav<strong>in</strong>g beh<strong>in</strong>d<br />
that decay<strong>in</strong>g mango smell.<br />
“What have you just<br />
done?” Odum asked with a<br />
stern frown.<br />
“How? You mean I<br />
shouldn’t have taken it from<br />
him?” I said and turned the<br />
pen to get a closer look.<br />
Odum cautiously stretched<br />
out his neck to take a<br />
glimpse, keep<strong>in</strong>g a safe<br />
distance between us. “O<br />
boy, life is not the way you<br />
look at it. It’s only your m<strong>in</strong>d<br />
you know. You can’t tell<br />
about others,” he said.<br />
“How do you mean?” I<br />
asked.<br />
He sighed, knocked off the<br />
ash on his cigarette and<br />
looked straight at me, his<br />
cheekbones more evident<br />
than ever. “Benjy, you don’t<br />
know anyth<strong>in</strong>g. Of course<br />
He nodded then<br />
whistled when we<br />
pulled up to my<br />
house. “Fantastic. The entire<br />
place don change o. If I<br />
remember correctly, this<br />
sky-blue wasn’t the color of<br />
your house.”<br />
“Sure. The whole build<strong>in</strong>g<br />
was so covered with dust<br />
after the road was done that<br />
I had to repa<strong>in</strong>t the entire<br />
house.”<br />
He began to pick his nose. I<br />
doubt that he knew it was a<br />
very disgust<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>g to do.<br />
He whistled aga<strong>in</strong> and said,<br />
“O boy, you guys are not<br />
do<strong>in</strong>g badly at all. Repa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the whole premises <strong>in</strong> this<br />
period of recession …<br />
hmmm.”<br />
I quickly pulled up by the<br />
entrance to the mechanic’s<br />
workshop and told him the<br />
mechanic’s name. He<br />
expressed his gratitude, and,<br />
as he got off the car, he asked<br />
if he could get my phone<br />
number. When he dug his<br />
hands <strong>in</strong>to the pockets of his<br />
Blue Party ankara to search<br />
for his smartphone, he<br />
yelped like he’d been burnt.<br />
Apparently, he had left his<br />
phone <strong>in</strong> his car. Ijele pulled<br />
out a little sheet of paper<br />
from his trouser pocket. “I<br />
can take the number here,”<br />
he said, smil<strong>in</strong>g<br />
mischievously.<br />
I reached for my jacket to<br />
offer him my pen, but the<br />
pockets were empty. That<br />
was when I realized that I<br />
had left my pen at the<br />
secretariat. Odum had failed<br />
to retrieve it from the people<br />
that had used it after him.<br />
Thank God it wasn’t my<br />
award pen. Los<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
ballpo<strong>in</strong>t pen did not really<br />
faze me because it was<br />
cheap. When I told Ijele that<br />
I did not have a pen, he<br />
asked that I call out the<br />
number so he could<br />
memorize it. I quickly did<br />
that while hop<strong>in</strong>g that he<br />
would not notice the relief<br />
etched on my face when he<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ally lumbered toward the<br />
mechanic shop. The smell of<br />
rotten mangoes slowly<br />
dissipated, and I let out a<br />
sigh.<br />
As I drove <strong>in</strong>to my<br />
compound, the governor’s<br />
faded campaign poster that<br />
had been on my gate s<strong>in</strong>ce<br />
the elections three years ago<br />
drew my m<strong>in</strong>d to the very<br />
troubl<strong>in</strong>g issues he raised at<br />
our party meet<strong>in</strong>g. How do<br />
we stand the onslaught of the<br />
powers at the federal capital?<br />
Could this be the beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g<br />
of the end of our group? I was<br />
still ponder<strong>in</strong>g these odds<br />
when my wife and son, Jude,<br />
walked out of the door. She<br />
po<strong>in</strong>ted to the four vehicles<br />
parked <strong>in</strong> the compound,<br />
and when I looked, the only<br />
car I could recognize was the<br />
old Volkswagen Passat of my<br />
politicians, Chief<br />
Adiotomre’s unholy activities<br />
were the topic of discussion.<br />
I should state though that<br />
while those of us on the<br />
governor’s side saw Chief<br />
Adiotomre’s challenge as<br />
unholy, his followers, who<br />
were clearly m<strong>in</strong>orities <strong>in</strong> the<br />
Blue Party, rejoiced over<br />
what they believed was a<br />
godsend opportunity to<br />
overturn the dom<strong>in</strong>ance of<br />
the governor’s ma<strong>in</strong>stream<br />
team. As developments at the<br />
national capital trickled <strong>in</strong>to<br />
the streets, Chief<br />
Adiotomre’s followers<br />
became the cynosure of all<br />
eyes. You could easily<br />
identify them at dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g<br />
jo<strong>in</strong>ts and other public<br />
squares as their expressions<br />
rang the loudest.<br />
Th<strong>in</strong>gs grew worse when<br />
word seeped out that the<br />
new-found zest <strong>in</strong><br />
Adiotomre’s camp was<br />
fueled by the number of<br />
people from the governor’s<br />
group who sneaked around at<br />
night to court their<br />
friendship. They were<br />
political characters of easy<br />
virtues who did not hesitate<br />
to place one leg at<br />
Adiotomre’s camp while<br />
reta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g the second <strong>in</strong> the<br />
governor’s camp. It was<br />
certa<strong>in</strong> they believed that<br />
hedg<strong>in</strong>g their bets both ways<br />
would ensure they were not<br />
caught <strong>in</strong> the lurch of<br />
Th<strong>in</strong>gs grew worse when word seeped<br />
out that the new-found zest <strong>in</strong><br />
Adiotomre’s camp was fueled by the<br />
number of people from the governor’s<br />
group who sneaked around at night to<br />
court their friendship<br />
Odum, who had equally<br />
been anxious about the next<br />
move of our political group,<br />
was already chatt<strong>in</strong>g with<br />
two other party members. As<br />
I strolled towards the group,<br />
the shorter of the two men<br />
left and walked briskly<br />
towards the lodge.<br />
Two m<strong>in</strong>utes had barely<br />
passed when I noticed a man<br />
dressed <strong>in</strong> a white agbada<br />
and red cap walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to the<br />
compound. His black walk<strong>in</strong>g<br />
stick hardly touched the<br />
ground as he hastened his<br />
steps. The gait was familiar,<br />
but he had almost reached us<br />
before I realized it was Ijele<br />
Agaza. He never called even<br />
though he had taken my<br />
phone number, and I had not<br />
bothered to reach out. As he<br />
approached us, I concluded<br />
he must have parked his<br />
vehicle outside the<br />
compound or had come via<br />
public transport.<br />
I turned to Odum and his<br />
friend, Clifford. They too<br />
were focused on the fairsk<strong>in</strong>ned<br />
party officer–my<br />
<strong>in</strong>itial gaze had obviously<br />
drawn their attention to<br />
we were all at that last<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g; but why should the<br />
man be carry<strong>in</strong>g around an<br />
ord<strong>in</strong>ary fifty-naira biro and<br />
look<strong>in</strong>g for you for more than<br />
two months?”<br />
At this po<strong>in</strong>t, I began to feel<br />
uneasy. I unzipped my<br />
purse, wrenched out a sheet<br />
from my little jotter, and<br />
scribbled some l<strong>in</strong>es on the<br />
white paper. “It’s the same<br />
blue pen,” I mumbled, not<br />
sure if I <strong>in</strong>tended to make a<br />
statement or ask a question.<br />
“So?”<br />
I glared at Odum with<br />
<strong>in</strong>creas<strong>in</strong>g m<strong>in</strong>dfulness. “I<br />
actually gave him a lift <strong>in</strong> my<br />
car after the meet<strong>in</strong>g,” I said.<br />
“Hmmmm,” he mumbled.<br />
“That was how he knew we<br />
had misplaced the pen. I’m<br />
sure he later picked it at the<br />
secretariat,” I said.<br />
Odum stared at me. “My<br />
brother, there are situations<br />
<strong>in</strong> which you must apply<br />
wisdom or people will just<br />
destroy you. Spiritual<br />
wickedness is all over the<br />
place.”<br />
Cont<strong>in</strong>ues next week