43 Fafunwa

Published on January 12th, 2012 | by thetoolsman

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43 Fafunwa Episode 9: To Let.

It was a rather busy afternoon at Fafunwa street. Quite unlike the other parts of the state. Or at least the parts Ifeanyi seemed to have gone past on his journey back home. The yellow cab finally parked in front of number 43 and Ifeanyi heaved a heavy sigh of relief as he turned to his driver, his hero to thank him.

“Oga Azeez, how can I thank you? You don’t know how you have saved my life today.”

“Oh, no sir, it’s God that saves all of us.”

With that, Ifeanyi squeezed some money into the driver’s hands, ignoring the stares from the small crowd made up mostly of children who had been playing outside and some of his co-tenants. The driver got down and opened the boot for Ifenayi to take out his things. Quite literally out of nowhere, Ibiyemi came running out of the house.

She almost ran down the cab man as she embraced Ifeanyi over and over again.

“Ha, olowo ori mi, thank God. Jesu o seun. How did you now manage?” she fussed.

“It’s ok, dear, we will talk inside. Just help me thank this young man.”  He said while he pointed towards the cab driver again. Ibiyemi murmured a few words of thanks before taking some of the bags from Ifeanyi and heading towards their room.

“Erm… Oga,” The cab driver called out to Ifeanyi as he was about to cross over the gutter and head into the house.

“Please o, I can see there’s a room to let here. Like what’s the rate for rooms here because I won’t mind…”

It was only then Ifeanyi looked up to see the TO LET sign that had been boldly written on a dark board placed on one side of the building. Ifeanyi chuckled to himself before he replied.

“No mind me o. That sign no been dey there before I travel. That’s why I didn’t know. Our landlord is a very funny man so I don’t know the price but as I get your number now, I will find out and let you know.”

“Ok. Thank you very much.”

With that, Ifeanyi picked up his travelling bag and the last tuber of yam which Ibiyemi had left behind and he walked towards the people at the entrance of the house.

Sparrow was the first to speak.

“Ifeanyi omo yibo, shey na one million you use enter moto back from your village?”

Mr. Andrew spoke next:

“Welcome o, Chemist. Hopi say them no too disturbi you for road?”

“My people, it wasn’t easy, na to just dey thank God. I will come and brief you after I rest small.” Ifeanyi replied tiredly.

“Ah, o ni bawa, we dey go protest for Ojota, na so we don dey go every day. Na dis oko asewo, this Ifiok wey dey delay me since. IFIOK bo si ta jo. Since him don start to dey fuck na so so slow him dey do for house now. ”

As Ifeanyi walked through the single corridor that divided the eight rooms in the house, he noticed another TO LET sign on the Room 2 door and he heard the typically loud sounds of gospel praise worship songs coming from Sister Laide’s room. Ifiok, just exiting his room, was followed by a beautiful, light skinned woman. Ifeanyi said a few words of greetings to him as he walked past them. So much seemed to have happened over the few weeks he had spent in the village. He couldn’t wait to get updates from his lovely fiancé, Ibiyemi.

Back outside, it was like a scene from a foreign movie

“Baby please be careful, I want you to come back in one piece.”

“I will be fine Cynthia. You know I can’t leave this world and leave you alone here.” Ifiok responded.

Ifiok and the light skinned lady who had been walking behind him held themselves in a deep embrace, ignorant of Sparrow, Mr. Andrew or any of the other people who had been staring at them.

That was until they heard it. Well, they probably perceived it first.

The kids who had been watching suddenly scattered each one shouting or murmuring a variation of the exclamation “uhhhhnnn” while they held their noses and tried to prevent the foul smell that had escaped Sparrows bowels from finding its way into them.

Ifiok spoke with one hand covering his nose:

“But what kind of nonsense is this Sparrow? That was so disrespectful.”

“Abeg abeg, you don act your blue feem finish. Make we dey go jo.”

“So you people are going to wasti your time marching? Look, whati thisi our countiri need is Military. We need to bring us backi to power.”

Mr. Andrew’s comment drew a surprising amount of venom from Mr. Alabi who had just come out of the building in time to hear.

“And what is the difference? Is it not the same people that will take over? Is it not the same people who will steal all our money in the name of buying furniture and newspaper? The same people who won’t give us good roads, jobs, electricity and good health?”

The last words came out with a lot of emotion and left everyone quiet for a few seconds till Mr. Alabi spoke again.

“I don’t care who is in power as long as they give me what I want. It is my right and I’m going to fight for it today. Please who are the people going to protest, let us go!”

Just then, an unusually well dressed Madam Wangerr in an unusually short-ish dress and slightly high heels walked into the compound beaming from ear to ear. Once again, Sparrow spoke first.

Oh by the way, we’re shocked as well.

“Madam di madam, this one wey you dey smile like dis, e be like say na Aso rock you go occupy since morning o.”

“Alice, where are you coming from like this, is thisi how you went to protest?” her husband quizzed.

Madam Wangerr stopped and eyed all the men present from Sparrow to Ifiok and even Cynthia before she let out a loud hiss and said:

“Na wetin come concern all of you, see them, all of una, old men! Una no fit commot go protest. Na your children mate dey Oshodi dey burn tyre. Una no know pass to dey talk talk talk…”

All the men made to respond to Madam Wangerr’s criticisms at once but once again, they were cut short by the loud and thin voice of Ayanfe who seemed to have been overshadowed by the huge frame of Madam Wagner.

“Una welldone o. Abeg, make una no pass that Ikeja side, na there I dey come from and dem don burn Maryland finish. Computer Village don go and na only A remain for GRA sef.”

“Hmmm… Aaaaayanfe!!!!”

The crowd seemed to say at the say time.

Back in Ifeanyi’s room.

He had finally managed to narrate his ordeal to Ibiyemi as he was undressing. He was at least pleased to have met power at home. The cool air from the fan above him felt magical and all he wanted to do was use that magic to sleep off. Ifeanyi almost flew onto the bed when he was done undressing and Ibiyemi couldn’t help but laugh at him. He felt something hard against his side and he moved to retrieve what he thought was probably a piece of jewelry Ibiyemi had laying around. He finally brought the item to view and it was a ring. Clearly masculine.

And not his.

And reports reaching us live from room one:

Beneath the loud praise and worship music blaring out of the speakers, a blushing sister Laide asked Eddy who was lying beside her in bed as she traced out his fingers with hers:

“Where is that your ring that I like?”

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Welcome to the second half of the first season of #43F, we hope you’ve enjoyed it so far. For the first timers, you can catch up here. Please come back next week for more of the amazing characters, I, @cikk0 and @thetoolsman have created. We also appreciate feedback so please use the comment box below to tell us what you think. Thanks.

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