Bella pled with Tania for her life but the latter was determined to end Bella’s life. Tania: “Yes, I deliberately rammed the car because I wanted Dayo dead, and even now I still want him dead, to pave the way for the child that I will bear for Dami.
But my annoyance is that, you used me, you manipulated me for your selfish reason. Still, you are looking for information to ruin me, now you have the information, but you will not live to recount it” she said and pressed the trigger. Two things happened; one the gun clicked empty, and Tania suddenly began to
feel dizzy, the gun dropped from her hands and she fell to the floor. Everywhere became dark in her eyes, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Bella took to her heels, crying and screaming, she ran alone on the deserted path. Skyby carried Tania in his arms, and took her to the hospital, in his car. So, he was there when the doctor told Tania, who had been revived, that she was not sick, but pregnant.
Tania: “Doctor, are you for real? I am really pregnant?” she asked with excitement.
Doctor: “Yes, you are pregnant”
Tania: “Dami is going to be very pleased when I tell him this” she said to herself, oblivious of Skyby standing in a corner.
Skyby became thoughtful, he had been having unprotected s-x with Tania, which was against the rules of engagement, and now she was pregnant. He couldn’t tell if the child was his or her husband’s. He was told to monitor her and get her to confess to her crimes, not sleep with her and make babies. It so happened, that an eye witness at the scene of the accident had told the police that Tania suddenly swerved and rammed her car, even when there was no oncoming vehicle in her path. The police concluded that it could only be intentional, but because they did not have a motive, they had resorted to a covert operation to get her to confess. Skyby: “Have you thought of the fact that this child could be mine?” he asked suddenly.
Tania: “No way in hell, this child belongs to my husband. I had plenty copulation with my husband before I met you. I am certain that this child is my husband’s” she said vehemently and turned her face away.
When morning came, Dayo left the church and began to wander the streets of Oshogbo, asking people for Madam Lagos. But no one knew who he was talking about. The day he left the church, he wandered without eating, but from the second day, he began to go to restaurants to wash dishes, and as a reward, they would give him food.
He left off washing dishes in restaurants and began to do ‘Alabaru’ in the market, carrying people’s load for a fee. One fateful day, Khadijat’s mother came to the market to buy food stuffs. It was her first time out of the house since her husband’s death. She wore a black gown with black hijab. She had bought all the things she needed and was standing in the market when Dayo approached her.
Dayo: “Iya wa, let me carry your load for you for hundred naira” he said. Khadijat’s mother: “You don’t look like a street child, what are you doing here?” she asked, not knowing that she was talking to her grandson.
Dayo: “I am looking for Madam Lagos, it was the reason I left Lagos to come to Oshogbo.” He replied.
Khadijat’s mother: “I don’t know anybody by that name. But if you insist on carrying the load, I don’t mind, but you must promise to come in when we reach my destination, so that you can have something to eat and drink” she said. Dayo: “Thank you ma, I would appreciate it” he replied with excitement. Khadijat’s mother: “How old are you?” she asked as the boy carried the load on his head.
Dayo: “I am eleven years old, almost twelve” he said as they went on their way. Khadijat’s mother thought of her daughter who died while pregnant, if she had given birth, the boy would have grown up like this boy. Whenever she thought of her daughter, her heart ached.
When they got to the house, she greeted her neighbour, Damilola’s mother. Over the years, the women had found succour in each other, each had been connected by the grandchild that they thought was never born.
Damilola’s mother: “Neighbour I have news oh, I don’t know whether it is good news or not. When you are done, please come to my apartment. It is about my son” she said. A cloud came over Khadijat’s mother’s face, Damilola was the one who put her daughter in the family way, and though she had become close with the mother, she could still not forgive him for what he caused. She could never forgive that he deceived her daughter and abandoned her when she fell pregnant. Khadijat’s mother: “Neighbour, I am sorry but I don’t want to hear about your son” she said and turned to go.
Damilola’s mother: “It is not only about my son, it is about our grandson, please come later” she entreated Khadijat’s mother, and went into her apartment. Khadijat’s mother was thoughtful for a while before going into her own apartment. She brought a plate of amala and ewedu for Dayo, and a cold bottle of coke. It had been a long while that Dayo had that kind of meal, since he left Lagos