The Dreams Of My Mother – Episode 42
After playing the disc, the detective was sure his instincts had paid off and finally he had Tania. He mobilized his men and they went to Tania’s house to arrest her. When they got to the house however, they met Tania in the pool of her own blood. Detective: “Call the ambulance immediately” he said, and went to touch her neck, to feel for a pulse. He shook his head sadly.
Bella: “Officer, she is still alive, right?” she asked, as fear gripped her heart. She clutched the hand of her husband because, even before the officer replied, she already knew the answer.
Detective: “She is dead, she probably fell a long time and no help came. It is a pity” he said shaking his head.
Bella: “Oh no, she was pregnant. It was her first pregnancy” she cried. The force of Tania’s death hit her so strong, she broke down and began to cry.
Bella: “What is life, that we should live it unfairly in pursuit of love, family or fulfilment, not caring who we hurt or tread on. Life is fragile and can be snuffed
out just like that” she snapped her fingers. Then she turned to her husband and began to beg for forgiveness, this time she was truly repentant., shaken to her core by Tania’s death.
Seven Years Later
It has been seven years since Tania died, Damilola never remarried. He had lost hope of seeing Dayo again, and had gone back to Lagos, where he gave all his time to caring for people as a doctor. He established an orphanage home, where abandoned babies could call home. He always said Dayo was his inspiration and he always wanted to put smiles on peoples’ faces as Dayo did.
The day of the ground breaking, Dayo watched it all on television. He saw Damilola recount his affair with Khadijat and how he had fled to India to pursue his education while the woman he had impregnated suffered the shame alone. He talked about how he had his son close and never knew it was his son until he left. There was a lot of crying, as people listened to the sad story of a love gone sour by the occurrence of pregnancy.
Damilola: “Dayo, wherever you are, if you are still alive, please forgive me. I wish I could ask for another chance to make things right, but I don’t know if I deserve such luxury” he said to the camera. His face filled the television screen and Dayo could see the unshed tears shimmering in his eyes. Suddenly, the screen went black, Dayo turned and saw Stone holding the television remote control.
Stone: “Remember, you are no longer Dayo, you are Robert” he said angrily. Dayo: “Robert or whatever, I am still the one that man is referring to” he said, and his mind went back to the past, that he had tried to move away from.
Damilola had been nice to him, he even set up a trust fund for him. He remembered the moments they shared and he wondered if his life would have turned out better if his father had not abandoned his mother. He also remembered Tania, the woman had probably found out about him being her husband’s son, that would explain why she wanted to kill him. He remembered the look in her eyes just before she swerved the car and hit the bridge. He also thought of what his life would have been like, if he had not run away, perhaps his daddy Gberan would have protected him.
“Daddy? He is not your daddy; do you see him looking for you?” a voice said within him.
Stone: “You are a fugitive as Dayo, you cannot go back. Robert offers you a new chance, and a new slate. You already pa*ssed your exams, you can go to any school in Nigeria” he said, intruding into Dayo’s thoughts.
Over the years, he had become close to Stone, and though he had advised the man to quit the business he was in, his advice was always met with a deaf ear. Stone was greedy, he had come from extreme poverty, and after his University days, with no job, a politician had hired him to a*ssa*ssinate an opponent. The operation was successful and he was paid in millions. That was how he got into the crime business, and now he didn’t want to leave.
However, he had protected Dayo as much as he could, but he never let Dayo go, as he felt Dayo would rat them out. But every day, he saw the loath in the boy’s eyes. Even though the boy saw him as an elder brother, and probably loved him, there was no denying it that the young boy loathed what he did for a living.