Waiting For Midnight
He
was waiting for midnight.
The
harmattan air was bitter and when they inhaled, it felt like pepper in the
nose. They shared a pillow, and looking at his lips, she thought they looked
like he had just eaten akara. He had on the bottom of his pyjamas and she, its
oversize top. He depressed a button on the phone and the white light illumined
their faces.
“Eleven
forty-two,” he said as he got out of the bed.
“Where
are you going?” she asked.
“To
pee.”
“Don’t
pee on the fence. They will fine you.”
“I
can’t use that toilet this night, it’s too dark.”
“Take
the torch.”
He
took it and flashed the dim light on the wooden wardrobe fastened to the wall.
The door was weighed down by an assortment of male and female apparels hanging
from nails stuck in the board. He took off his slippers and killed two
cockroaches. “God punish you,” he muttered as he gathered the corpses.
He
left the room, shutting the door unsuccessfully behind him. Someone outside was
pulling the starter of a generator but its motor would run for a short while
then sputter. She listened. The operator was bent on his task. He pulled and
pulled for a while longer, then hissed and went inside.
‘Thank
God.”
Her
skin was dry and itchy. She reached for the plastic rack that held her woman
things and applied oil to her skin.
He
returned and lay on his back, breathing loudly through his nose. Then a short
while later he reached for the phone.
“Eleven
fifty- five.”
She
pulled the blanket over their bodies. “Why do you keep checking the time? Put
on a shirt, are you not cold?”
“I
saw Isiagu today,” he said as if that was the answer to her questions.
“Where?
How is he?”
“He
looks worse every year than the one before.”
“Where
did you see him?”
“I
was inside a keke when he flagged us down but we weren’t going his way.”
“Did
he see you?”
“No.
I wish he did.”
“Why?”
“To
show him that I am still alive and breathing.”
“He
wasn’t looking well?” she said and let out a sigh. “Maybe because of his shop
that burnt down.”
“A
pity …” he began then sprang to his feet.
“Where
are you going to again?”
“Wait
I didn’t shut that door well.”
After
much pushing and poking at the hinges, the door pretended to be closed.
“It’s
open again,” she said and he got up and redoubled his efforts.
Power
was suddenly restored and the ceiling fan began spinning with a clanging sound.
He reached for the switch and turned off the light.
“Why?”
she asked. “I haven’t seen light for 2 days.”
“You
know I don’t like sleeping with the lights on. .”
The
sound from the fan changed.
“The
power’s out,” she said and sighed.
“Why
did they bother with it in the first place?”
‘It
will come on again.’
“How
do you know? Do you have a boyfriend at NEPA?”
She
chuckled, “I used to know someone who worked there, Isiagu’s neighbor.”
“The
one that rides a Vespa?”
“No.
Remember the tall one with the 80s afro?”
“Okay…
the one that was always scratching. Why won’t I remember him? I can’t forget
anyone that lived around us then or who had anything to do with that
rogue. I just wish I was smart enough to have stolen my salary from that crook
without waiting till infinity for him to pay up.”
She
patted his chest. “Not stealing from him was a noble choice. Honesty always
pays.”
“Look
where nobility has us.” He took her palm and traced his stubble. “ Look where
nobility has you, saddled with a broke man.” He turned to catch her eyes in the
dark but she turned away. “You don’t like looking at me when we talk.”
“You
make me shy,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
“Look
at me.” he said, pulling her from the waist. “My shy little kitten with a
backside that makes me want to kill a goat every time I see it.”
“Indeed!
How many times have I eaten goat-meat since I married you?”
“A
patient dog….”
The
fan began clanging faster.
“Your
battery must be low; I think you should charge your phone.”
“I
am using it to check the time. I don’t want to keep walking across the room to
find out what time it is.”
Rats
scurried outside, knocking over the refuse bin.
“Did
you buy the rat poison?” he asked.
“No. Landlady said no one should buy rat
poison before her dog eats it and dies.” And right
on cue, the dog began barking outside. He hissed. “One
day, I will kill that Landlady’s
dog.”
“Leave
the dog alone,” she said leaning closer into him, urging him on.
He
reached for his phone as he pulled her closer.
‘It
is twelve o’ clock, my love. I wanted to be the first to say happy birthday.”
Ouch...so much love in the midst of poverty. And you skilfully didn't have to say it. You just showed it.
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Thanks C.J
DeleteMade me smile. Only Chimamanda makes me smile
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DeleteThis is a lovely piece. You succeeded in letting us know the degree of love the couple had for each other.
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DeleteNice. A story not easily told anywhere, but you succeeded in doing just that; telling it with utmost ease. And i tell you, it was worth my patience.
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ReplyDeletePoverty swallowed up by uncompromising love seemed luxury here.I bet he can do more than killing a goat each time he sees that backside in plenty.
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DeleteNice piece dear, u inspire me with ur write-ups. Keep it rolling.
ReplyDeleteI will dear, thanks
DeleteYou got me smiling like a man who just got the girl he loves to say yes.
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