Like every other day, he hardly was conscious of the happenings around him till he felt the grip around his arm. He screamed but no one heard his tired voice. Baba knew it was hopeless. These men talked about selling his head to some Alhaji and his arm and legs to some other trader. He knew he had to resign to fate. He was glad he had left home angry so he didn’t take Mina to school. He couldn’t picture his little girl with him in this tragedy. He knew she was safe.
Africa is a death trap
Baba left home that early morning off to work. He had fought with Diana that morning about Mina’s school fees. What kind of unsupportive woman was she? If he had the money, he would have paid it. He loved Mina too much and this stupid woman should know that. He didn’t blame her though, he blamed his employer. He blamed the government. He blamed the economy and blamed himself for being an African. If he had a say in the matter, he would have chosen another continent entirely. Anywhere else but Africa.
Tears trickled down Mina’s eyes as gun men lined them up and led them out of their school gate. The little girl remembered her mum and started crying. Her mother had earlier asked her to ride the bus with her but she refused. She wanted to travel with Aunty Aisha, but her mum had refused her. She was in the middle of school so she had to wait till the end of the session to visit her godmother. She had reluctantly agreed to go to school if only her father would take her. She preferred to trek the narrow footpath with him. He would usually pluck lilies and tuck behind her ear and called her his little princess. She had been upset her mother got him angry and decided to ride the school bus. Maybe if she had rode with her mother, she would have come in a little late to school and she would have been spared. Now she will neither get the lilies, nor see her parent again. She had been kidnapped. At least, she had the consolation that her parents were safe.
Diana boarded the bus with a smile plastered on her face. She remembered her little girl, Mina. She felt her phone ringing in her bag and she reached to pick it up. It was Aisha’s husband. Her best friend’s husband never called her unnecessarily. He wasn’t exactly a nice man. Absent minded, she redialled the number and Sam picked at the first ring.
What time is Aisha’s flight landing? Diana expected her friend to arrive back home anytime soon. She really enjoyed Aisha’s visit, catching up on the latest gossip. Diana caught Sam’s last phrase. Aisha is dead. She had boarded the plane not knowing a bomb had been planted on it. The rest is history. She was dead.
Diana boarded the next train. She had to go see her friend’s body. Sam had told her there was hardly anything left of her remains, but she had to see it for herself. Diana knew her eyes were red and heavy from crying. Is this really the end for Aisha? Her head began to throb lightly and gradually, the migraine increased. She needed to sleep. Closing her eyes for a quick nap, she lost consciousness of every other thing. Diana could hear loud noise in her sleep as she jerked back to reality. The train had been hijacked. She knew she didn’t have the strength to struggle but she had to try. She joined the other hopeless passengers in the struggle for their lives. She was glad her husband and daughter were safe.
If Mina had been with her father, she would had been taken by ritualists, if she had followed Aisha, she would have been attacked by terrorists, if she was with her mum, there is every possibility she would have ended up a victim.
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