This is the short story I wrote for my Master’s dissertation about the notorious Nigerian criminal, Lawrence Anini, who caused widescale fear in 1980s Nigeria. The research question I answered in relation to my story and Anini was: “How did Lawrence Anini’s crimes impact the lives of Nigerian citizens and their view of the police?”
Excerpt from my introduction:
I first heard of Lawrence Anini through my Father who lived in the same city as Anini, and my Mother also heard of the rumours which is what piqued my interest. Through storytelling I will look through the eyes of quiet but bright student, Orobosa, of how Lawrence Anini caused widespread fear within Nigerian communities as well as the undertone of police corruption. I will show how it might have felt like as a young person to live in such an uncertain time. Through Orobosa, we see how suffocating it becomes both at home and at university.
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A Trip to the Market
It was the constant light kicks and vibration of the bed, causing small creaks to sound from the wooden bed frame that roused me from my slumber. I tutted and looked to my left to see Ifueko sleeping peacefully. Her scrawny limbs were sprawled across the bed, her eyelids twitching every few seconds. The scarf which was tightly secured on her head the night before had somehow ended up at the foot of the bed, the neat cornrows I just braided had become slightly frizzy. I watched as her chest moved up and down, her soft snores brought a smile to my face. She looked so cute, only when asleep though. My 7-year-old troublemaker defiantly decided to sleep in my bed for the last couple of nights before I go back to university, even though she told me she wasn’t going to miss me but because she ‘felt like it’.
I got out the bed and stood in front of the calendar hung on the wall opposite and looked at tomorrow’s date: 2nd August with the words scrawled in the box, ‘Move in UNIBEN’. I let out a sigh, there were still a few things I had to pack before tomorrow. I stepped to the side and drew the green curtains to allow the morning sun to stream in, not that the thin curtain did a good job at doing that in the first place. I lifted the handle at the bottom of the window and pushed it open, hooking it onto the erect piece on the bottom to stay ajar. I blinked back tears as some of the sun shone into my eyes and peered outside into the back of the compound. There was a slight breeze which made the leaves of the mango tree rustle slightly, and the orange cat which came every so often was enjoying the shade underneath, his tail swaying this way and that. He must have heard me open the window because when I peered out, he was staring at me. I smiled and he let out a small meow. I was about to call him when I noticed another familiar sound, I pushed my head further out the window and looked to the left. I could see the palm tree made bristles swiping the ground, gathering the dust and small stones that were sparsely gathered on the ground. The sounds of swiping were mixed with soft grunts which belonged to Mama, she was bent down, her lips were folded inwards and pursed. The compound wasn’t ever very messy but sweeping for Mama was her own ritual she had to do when she woke up. She says that “cleanliness is next to godliness”. I watched as she stood back straight and tightened her wrapper before walking around the corner to the front of the house.
I looked back at Ifueko who was still in her sprawled state. I then lifted my arms above my head and spread my legs, stretching all that needed to be stretched. I let out a relieving groan before letting my arms fall and deliberately slapped my hands down on my bare thighs. Ifueko’s body jerked, then a mumble. I walked towards her, shook her shoulder firmly and commanded, “Ifueko huore.” There was a groan and more mumbling before Ifueko uttered her response “Go away”.
“Who are you speaking to? Oya get up before I conk your head, ozuor.” I said. Ifueko finally opened her eyes and furrowed her brows and let out a whiny noise. I then lifted my hand and brandished my knuckles to warn her which successfully caused her to as swing her legs over and slide off the bed. We both left the room and into the bathroom two doors down, where we met Osasu, who was already drying his face with a towel. He placed it down and was about to leave before I hit him on the back of the head. “Ah, Osa is that how you greet?” I asked.
“Sorry big sister Bosa,” he mumbled, “ob owie.”
I sighed and grabbed his shoulder and planted a kiss on his forehead before he could pull away. I snickered as he groaned and immediately wiped it off before running away. I pulled out the small stool from under the sink for Ifueko to stand on so she can see in the mirror and save me back pain from constant bending. Ifueko grabbed her green brush and grabbed my brown one. I kissed my teeth at the state that Osa left the tube of Close-up toothpaste in. The lid was hardly screwed on and couldn’t see the words ‘Close-up’ because Osa had wringed it like a towel. I know he’s only 12 but I truly wonder where he will find a wife with this lack of care and decorum. After freshening up we headed towards the kitchen, the scent of fried onions mixed with the sweet aroma of chocolate made me salivate. We entered the kitchen where Osa was already drinking tea with bread and egg that Irene had prepared. Ifueko and I greeted Irene before helping ourselves to food. Even though Irene is the house girl, she automatically became our cousin as soon as she arrived. The number of chores that she needed to do we must also do. “Even if you’re a daughter of the richest man you must clean this house!”, Mama would say. Laziness was not to be tolerated in this household.
As we sat eating our first meal of the day, Mama entered, she was fastening her wrapper as always. I cleared my throat with a wash down of tea before greeting. “Ob owie, iye.” I smiled at Mama.
Mama placed her hand on my shoulder and replied, “My daughter, finish your food quickly and get dressed, I need you to get some things from the market.”
“Yes Mama, I also need to pick a few things for university” I replied.
“Take Osa with you to help you carry the things.” Mama said.
Osa whose mouth was stuffed with tea-soaked bread suddenly turned his head and furrowed his brows before muffling the words, “I want to go see Nosa”, he whined, “Ifueko’s not doing anything she can go.”
Mama shot her eyes at Osa and asked in a sharp tone, “Did I ask you?” Osa contorted his face in response but knew to hold his tongue.
After breakfast I returned to my room and took off my nightdress. I opened my wardrobe to reveal a now scarce option of dresses, shirts, and trousers. I’m only going to the market, I thought, so I picked a simple blue cotton dress and my white sandals which I bought on a trip to Lagos a year ago. Next: Hair. I removed the floral scarf that was wrapped around my head which released the smell of Satin Sheen and slight burn of hair from the iron rod. I grabbed my comb and smoothed all my hair to the back, patting down any stray hairs.
After getting dressed I called Osa who had stopped sulking. He was wearing his red shorts and plain white t-shirt with his brown sandals which he always seemed to wear, the rubber slightly worn. “Here, take this money to buy the things.”, Mama said and handed me what we called the money purse, a small brown fabric bag that Mama had sown years ago and can be fastened with a button. It was easy to carry with the long cross body strap. She also slipped into the money bag a small piece of paper with the items scrawled on them.
“Go and come straight back I don’t want any trouble”, Mama said firmly.
I understood what she meant and replied in a reassuring tone, “Yes Mama we’ll be on our way now.”
Osa and I made our way to the gate where Friday the gateman let us out. The gate which was black with red and brown streaks caused from dust and rain squeaked open, which sometimes made my teeth rattle and jaw pulsate in irritation. When we passed the gate, Friday waved to us and granted us journey mercies. The gate closed with another croak and the loud bang of the bolt was heard.
Imasabemwen Steet is always so full of life, with children chasing each other up and down the road, preachers cycling on their bikes who always said ‘’May God bless you” whenever they passed you and women with bags of shopping or baskets on their heads full of produce from Oliha market. We turned right and walked down the street. Our sandals made a swish sound as we sometimes dragged our feet across the dusty reddish-brown ground. I always loved to name the families as we passed by their gates: the Ojo’s…the Isibor’s…the Omoruyi’s. I was interrupted by my internal listings when I heard my name being called. “Orobosa, Osa, vbee oye he!”, it belonged to Auntie Evelyn who lived two houses further down from us, her son Nosa was Osa’s best friend.
“Oy ese.” Osa and I replied. I stepped towards her to give her a tight hug but hesitated as I noticed she was carrying baby Osayu on her back, firmly in place in the wrapper. “Greet your mother for me okay, Osa I’ll see you later.” She beamed and we grinned back and continued our way. The playful voices that filled the air, the creaks of gates and jangle of bicycle chains soon were eventually drowned out by loud engines, obnoxious beeps, and frustrated voices. Siluko Road is what connected all the streets together. The cars zoomed this way and that, sometimes there would be a hold up because the people wanted to park at Ovator cinema. I never liked crossing this road, there was always a problem and there were always too many men. I held Osa’s hand as we waited for an opening to cross the busy road. I looked at the cars that drove past: Volkswagen, Citron and the many okada that weaved between them with passengers on the back. The packed buses filled with men and women, sometimes young boys hanging out the door or dangling their arm out the window.
I watched on the other side of the road at a situation which I probably should not have. A shiny, clean black car, the tinted back windows glistened in the sun rays. I looked at the logo on the bonnet, a 404 Peugeot, the number plate was different. I learnt that these types of cars usually hold someone important, whether it be a politician or diplomat. Three policemen were by the car, one by the bonnet, one behind the boot and the other talking to the driver through the wound down window. The policeman by the window, was shining his teeth as he spoke to the driver, wringing his hands as he spoke. I could see the sweat dripping down the sides of his face from his police hat. I then saw a flurry of notes appear in front of the driver which then quickly disappeared into the mini bag that he picked from the ground. He straightened up and fixed his waist band, his stomach seemed to be begging for space as it stretched over his belt. I felt the sudden of my arm and looked to Osa who slightly lifted his head towards the road. “Come let’s cross now”, he urged. The cars had momentarily jammed up which would allow us to quickly weave through before they would start moving again. As the cars were momentarily stationery, young men and women who looked around my age, some even as young as Osa, swarmed the cars. They were carrying things like little bags of chin chin, coconut, and roasted corn. I could hear their usual selling phrases “Please sir, only 1 Naira for 4 packets” or “I’ll make deal for you, just 50 kobo”.
As we made it to the other side of the road, I quickly glanced back at the 404 Peugeot. The police had now gathered by the window. The overweight policeman who had stashed the money lifted his right hand just as the window of the driver was being rolled up. “Thank you very such sir, God bless you sir!” he was saying and bowing his head. I rolled my eyes at the scene and turned back and continued my way down the street, placing my left hand on top of the money purse. Instead of them to do proper road control they’re there acting like fools, I thought. Of course, I would not say anything. One time I asked Mama about this shady transaction but she told me to face my front and mind my business.
As we got to the end of the street we joined Ore-Oghene Road and turned left. Like on our street, there were children playing and with Oliha market, which was at the end of the road, there were more people who were carrying various shopping and produce. In a few weeks’ time the road will be filled with children on their way to and from Baptish High School which was on TV Road just off the end of this road. It is the school I had attended a few years ago and now Osa had started attending.
As we got closer to the end of the road, close enough that we were able to have the market in our sights, there was a shift in the air. There were no children playing in this area of the road. No light chatter or even a “God bless you” of a passing Sister. The game of I Spy that Osa and I had been playing had come to an abrupt stop. It was his house we were passing now. You would think running past it would be the best option, quickly lose sight of it as soon as you can. But wouldn’t that draw more attention to yourself? Slowly, we walked past the green gates. It felt like I was walking in slow motion, the leaves on the trees were barely swaying even though the breeze had picked up. I didn’t blink, I had to be mindful of all movement. I felt my hand slip, both of our hands had become clammy, but I squeezed Osa’s hand a little harder. I wondered if he was in. Does he live on his own? Maybe the other are staying with him. If he saw us now, would he pay us no mind? These thoughts raced through my mind as we eventually passed the last section of the gate. I felt my chest loosen and could hear the rapid noise of breathing emitting from my mouth and come to realise I had unintentionally held my breath. The news reports had become more frequent of their gang and their dealings, they were causing distress within our city, and I didn’t like it. Monday Osunbor, I dare not say his name aloud.
Wahala at the Start of Semester
I stretched for the second time, yawned, and slumped back into the armchair. I hadn’t gotten enough sleep because I was anxious for today’s journey. There wasn’t really anything in particular to be worried about, maybe it was the thought of starting a new year. My first year at UniBen was amazing, though I’m not the biggest socialiser, I managed to attract some of the best people I have ever met. I may have to thank Ododo a little for that. She’s always been the loud, outgoing one since we were children and having her by my side at university has been the biggest blessing. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my name, “Bosa have you packed everything?” Mama enquired, who was pacing around the room scanning my bags.
“Yes, I have everything.” I said in a low tone.
“You’ve got your books and stationaries?” She asked.
“Yes, Mama I have them.” I responded.
“Did you remember to take the clothes you hung outside yesterday?” She asked.
“Yes Mama!” I responded, but this time drew out the yes in a slightly louder tone in annoyance.
She then came up to me and cupped my face with her hands and smiled at me. On a typical day I would have scrunched up my face in awkwardness and brush her off, but I was too tired and inside I felt a little warmth. “My beautiful daughter,” Mama cooed, “study hard, okay?”
“Yes Mama.” I replied and she kissed my forehead. She then placed her hands on my shoulders and closed her eyes before saying a little prayer.
Just as she was finishing her prayer, I heard the creak of the gate and then an engine, followed by the crackle of gravel which must’ve been from the tyres rolling to a stop. It was Ododo and her older brother Regie to come collect me. I heard the car door open and a high pitch voice that I knew all too well. Then I heard the call “Bosa baby, let’s go!” Ododo was always in high spirits no matter the time of day. I got up as I heard a knock on the door and saw Irene run past the living room to answer. A few seconds later Regie and Ododo appeared.
“Hello Aunty!” Ododo chimed and threw her arms around Mama, her wide grin was toothy.
“Good morning, Ma,” Regie greeted and slightly bent his head in respect before turning his attention to me, “Bosa how far?”
“I’m okay thank you.” I replied and gave a small smile.
“You’re still acting shy, am I a stranger?” Regie asked in a slightly sarcastic tone. Ododo released Mama and rushed to me and threw her arms around me, I felt a slight pain as it felt like she was squeezing the life out of me.
“Leave her alone, she’s my friend not yours.” Ododo retorted, still squeezing me. I managed to muster the energy to release myself from her grip.
“Okay let’s go!” I piped, already looking forward to the nap I will take in the car.
Regie grabbed the heavy bags that were on the floor and took them to the car and Ododo helped me take the smaller bags. Before we left through the front door, Mama quickly rushed to the kitchen and came back with a wrapped dish. The smell of jollof rice and sweet plantain wafted through the air.
“Take this food for you and Ododo to share, no need to bother yourself today, just unpack and settle in, okay?” Mama said softly and handed me the dish before kissing me on my cheek.
She then widened her eyes, something had just hit her, “I almost forgot, remember that Uncle Vincent will come collect you at the end of October for Aunty Felicity’s party, make you no forget.”
“Yes Mama, I marked it in my calendar.” I reassured. Mama nodded in satisfaction.
“Osasu, Ifueko! Bosa is leaving come and say goodbye.” Mama called out to my siblings. A few seconds later Ifueko came running tears streaming down her cheeks, and a few paces behind, Osa was strolling. We said our goodbyes, and I made sure to give extra love to Ifueko, my mini me, before entering the car.
Luckily, UniBen wasn’t a far drive from the house. I let Regie and Ododo chatter amongst themselves. I shuffled in the back seat of Regie’s Beetle and finally was content in my position, arms crossed and head leaning on the frame of the window. I watched as the cars zoomed passed in other direction, seeing mother with babies on their backs, young men hanging at the back of their car booming Michael Jackson. I started counting the cars that passed, 1…2…3…4…by the number 30 my eyes started to feel heavier.
“Did you hear that they stole another car the other day? It was on the street.” Ododo said.
“Someone in the market said they saw him with Monday just hanging around.” Regie replied.
“Monday? Na lie! He’s never there.” Ododo shot back.
I didn’t say anything, all the rumours I had heard about them either gave me stress or thought them purely nonsensical. Something had started hitting the window. I averted my eyes to see splatters of water. It had begun to rain. I let them continue their talk and allowed the rhythmic pitter patter to carry her into unconsciousness.
I awoke to someone shaking my shoulder. “Bosa we’re here, I’ve got the keys.” Ododo said. My eyes fluttered open and squinted, adjusting to the sudden light. We were here. Ekenhuan campus. I could hear Ododo continue talking but I got distracted by the numerus other voices which I now noticed in the background. I fully opened my eyes and looked out the window to see the flourish of UniBen students rolling their cases and carrying their bags to their rooms across the green field. People’s heads were slightly ducked down as it was still dribbling with rain. The campus representatives were directing them to their allotted places, directing new students who looked like they packed too much to the registration area. Let’s see what this year brings.
***
The violent knocks on my window gradually turned into light taps then gentle pokes. I felt cold drips fall onto my right arm that was hanging off the bed. Enough of the rainwater had seeped through on the corner of the window and had managed to crawl across the windowsill. I forgot to block the crack with the small hand towel as I usually did. I propped myself up on my elbows, the mattress squeaked at the movement, the feel of the springs made them feel sore. I turned to see what puddle had amassed on the ground. I kissed my teeth once I saw the damage. I had forgotten about the pile of books I had placed by the wall under the windowsill. The once completely pristine cream pages had splotches on grey. I got up and moved the pile which consisted of various works from Homer, Shakespeare, Wole Soyinka and Ngugi wa Thiong’o. I refused to let the money I spent on these to go to waste.
As I was cleaning up, I could hear voices through the thin walls of my room. It sometimes could feel lonely, so their voices brought me great comfort, these four walls weren’t a prison. The past 2 weeks had been the most tiring but also very exciting. Going back to classes, going out, reuniting with my friends, and meeting newcomers. I looked up at the clock on the wall: 6pm. A little growl erupted from my stomach, Ododo and Chinwe should be back soon with dinner. We weren’t in the mood for plantain and beans from the cafeteria, so we decided to have some Mama Put. I was craving for some freshly grilled suya, which went perfectly with the sweet crunch of onion which would be perfectly paired with a cold can of Cola. My stomach rumbled even more, and saliva had begun to fill my mouth as I dreamed of this meal. My daydream was disrupted when Ododo burst into the room.
“Bosa come listen to what the news is reporting! Come hear what Anini has done” Ododo exclaimed. She grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hallway to number 35 at the end which was Dami and Femi’s room. When we entered there were already 6 other people there, including Chinwe. I scanned the room, Dami and Femi’s room looked almost the same as last year but had a few differences and additions. The posters of Fela Kuti and Bob Marley were stuck side by side, the rest of the walls were covered in artwork sketches and graphs created by Dami and Femi, both who quickly became popular on their Fine Applied Arts course for their eccentricity. On the desk was a neat line-up of pencils and a pile of paper, on the windowsill was a row of small wooden carvings such as a maternity figure, a workman and an Eshu.
There were three huddled on one bed, which included Dami and Femi. Chinwe was on the other, leaving space for me and Ododo. She was also holding a newspaper full of suya, which three toothpicks. The other two were sitting on the rug in between. They were all facing the radio which was on the small bedside table. As Ododo and I sat on either side of Chinwe, helping ourselves to suya, we listened to the end of the BBS report:
“They only stole 2000 Naira from First Bank in Sanbongida-Ora. What a small reward they gained which resulted in now a confirmed death of one police officer. We are still confirming other deaths, but they are some injured who were present. The police pursued the Anini gang seemed to have lost trace of them. We’ll be back tomorrow with any more news. Next, we have…”
As soon as it ended, Femi switched off the radio and put on his vinyl record which was already spinning. Grace Jackson began to play loudly; he quickly turned it down. The funky soul became the background music for this not so funky conversation. “Nawa oh this is getting serious!” Dami exclaimed and slapped his hands on his thighs.
“How can they say they lost trace? Is he a ghost or what?” Ododo chimed in.
“Maybe he is, he could appear on campus tonight.” Femi said wiggling his fingers trying to scare us.
“Tufiakwa! Don’t say such things, he’s a criminal, look how he kills anyhow.” Chinwe said in an irritated tone, I knew she was vexed because of her use of Igbo which she only used when she was going through any extreme emotion, whether excited or angry.
“A policeman that can’t even do his job on a normal day. Why are you surprised?” Femi fired back.
“No, it means he’s dangerous, he’s just gone and can be anywhere. We need to be vigilant.” Ododo countered.
I watched as they continued to bicker, and I became immersed into my own thoughts. I knew of his previous crimes, but something like this was truly something to think twice about. I hope this news doesn’t affect my family, especially Mama because I know these types of things do bother her sometimes, even though she likes to act that everything is ok. Like the time there was a rumour of a wizard who lived somewhere in Uzebu quarters who casted a spell on whoever he came in contact with. When Mama heard she said it was nonsense and we shouldn’t listen to such rumours, but her usual once a day prayer turned into two and I caught her sprinkling holy water around the house. I hope that they will be caught soon and it’s not like they have an army. What were the police doing? I thought. My mind then went back to what I saw on my way to the market.
I sighed and continued to pick suya with my toothpick.
An Unforgettable Independence Day
Ododo, Regie and I stood among the masses of people who were shouting and full of energy. It was Nigeria’s day, everyone wanted to make the most of it. Every year, the primary and secondary school children around the country marched at their local stadium to commemorate our independence. I promised Osa that I will come see him, even though we won’t see each other. He acted that he was confident and didn’t need the help with marching, but I would catch him in the yard practicing outside of rehearsals at school. Even though he had marched many times he was still nervous. Ifueko would have her first march next year and would always beg Osa to teach her, but he’d always deny her pleas.
I made sure to set my alarm for 7am to allow enough time for not just me, but also Ododo who takes longer to get ready. Classes were also cancelled because of Independence Day celebrations. Tomorrow’s classes would start later in the day because they know what party animals inhabit the campus. To get into the celebration mood and show our patriotic spirit we used some of Dami’s paints which we asked to borrow the night before to not disturb his lie in. We giggled like little girls as we painted each other’s cheeks with the green, white, green, and then fanned them dry.
Regie came down and picked us up at 9:15 and on the roof his car there was a Nigerian flag waving and under the wipers were mini flags of green, white, green. Regie himself was wearing a white shirt which was buttoned down slightly and black trousers which were folded at the bottom which revealed his black leather boots. He looked cool with his black sunglasses and toothpick in his mouth. Ododo was not impressed with her brother.
“Where’s the national colours? Look at me and Bosa wearing all white and paint on our face, you look like you’re going to a party. Where’s the green?” Ododo demanded, arms crossed.
“Look at the car, I’ve done enough. Don’t vex, I’ll buy a flag at the stand. Get in the car we don’t want to be the ones listening from outside.” Regie replied, not caring about Ododo’s criticism.
We got to Ogbe Stadium at around 9:30, where there were already quite a few people waiting to enter the stadium. The stadium usually got full very quickly because the students who weren’t marching would fill the bleachers before the public were allowed to join. Those who couldn’t get in would have to enjoy the sound of the music emanating from the field. We eventually crawled to the front and all three of us bought a hand flag from a souvenir stand and then followed the directions of the ushers to where we could sit. As we entered, the atmosphere changed. The air seemed lighter, the voices were all connected in chorus of chatter and singing, the feeling was exhilarating. The seats we were pointed to were on the top half of the stadium, thankfully not right at the top but in the middle section. As we slid into our row and sat down waiting for the performance to start, I looked around. The audience with their flags, painted faces and garments created a sea of green and white, a sea that could never sicken me but brought me strength.
The stadium was now filled with thousands of spectators suddenly all quietened down. We saw the police band appear at the main entrance with their array of instruments. The bearer at the front holding a flag, whistle around his neck. Thought the stadium had been hushed, but the buzz remained. Then the whistle blew six times, two for two beats then four, one beats. The rhythmic tum-tum could be heard throughout before the trumpets sounded then the crash of cymbals. They entered and started to march around the track, shortly behind them the students appeared. As soon as they appeared there was a huge eruption of cheers from the stands which made me wince, but I let out a laugh, the energy was electric. The children and teens swung their arms and lifted their knees in unison, their feet made a loud thud in time with the music as it hit the concrete. Their uniforms created their own rainbow, the first school’s uniform’s main colour was pink, the second was green, third red. I clapped along with the drumline as the pupils continued to pour in, my eyes became slightly blurred as they all moved perfectly in sync it sometimes became hard me to distinguish individual people. Then I saw them, Baptist High School. Their white and purple uniforms were clean and sharp, I darted my eyes and squinted trying to find him. There he was, in the middle. His face was straight but not void of expression, his eyes were wide, I knew he was happy. I grabbed Ododo and shouted, “Look it’s Osa!” and pointed towards him before cheering and clapping like mad women.
The remaining schools pooled in. The crowds got even louder, maybe even hysterical. It was a time to celebrate and let loose and forget what was happening outside. Maybe it was even what was happening outside that we are acting as we are. The Governor of Bendel State walked in with his security. He waved to the crowds as he made his way to the middle of the field where a podium was set up. As we prepared to listen to his speech, I smiled, so far today was going perfect. I was going to enjoy today. No can take this away from me.
***
We told Regie to drop us off at the market area to shop for things for tonight’s celebrations. We entered Zona’s Hair and Beauty. There wasn’t anything that I truly wanted in the store but tagged along with Ododo and Chinwe who met us there.
Chinwe, who had been at the back of the store browsing wigs and extensions came around the hair product aisle where I was, holding a bundle of hair.
“What do you think of these?” inquired Chinwe, and she lifted each option for me to get a better look.
“This one…” Chinwe suggested and lifted a big black afro.
“This one…” She continued, then lifted straight black extensions to clip into her hair.
“Or this one?” Chinwe asked as she lifted a short black wig with red highlights.
I pondered for a little, evaluating each one before stepping towards her and checking each one before exclaiming, “Chinwe! Have you seen the price? Put them back, I’ll do your hair.” The price tag for each wig was at least 1000 Naira, enough to pay for a whole semester’s worth of food.
“But I want to look sexy, I can make the money back sha.” Chinwe whined.
“Fine babe like you? Put it back.” I remained firm and Chinwe pouted. When it came to making decisions, I seemed to be the one who could come to a sensible conclusion. We called Ododo and decided to go, we had done enough browsing and wanted to get ready and enjoy the rest of the day with everyone.
Chinwe was skipping in front of us, shouting “Happy Independence!” to everyone we passed. I was happy that Chinwe was here after what happened a few weeks ago. I shook my head at how my friends and I acted. I recalled the events as we made our way back to campus.
Chinwe went back home to Obosi on the weekend of the 6th of September to spend time with her family, she would come back on Tuesday. From Ekenhuan campus all the way to Obosi is almost 3hrs drive. The next day on Sunday we tuned into the news report in Dami’s room:
“The driver of Assistant Inspector General of Police, Christopher Omeben, whose name has been found out to be Albert Otoe has been killed as Anini also known as ‘The Law’ and his gang stole the car he chaperons the inspector with a Peugeot 504. His body still has not be found as it is said that the gang has taken his body somewhere. Again ‘The Law’ has escaped and the police say they cannot find him. When will this ordeal end? How many times will the police allow this to happen? We will keep updated on this matter. Next…”
When we heard the news, the room was quiet, and we all looked at each other. We didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but I knew we were all thinking the same thing no matter how ridiculous it sounded. It wasn’t impossible. What if Chinwe’s journey was somehow affected by this incident? The next couple of days our worries worsened.
The next day another report came in that another Peugeot 504 was stolen. 3 days after is what really had our thoughts racing. Chinwe was supposed to come that that Tuesday night, we waited to welcome her, but she didn’t show. Femi tuned the radio on Wednesday night:
“Two police officers from Orhiowon Local Government have been reported dead. The culprits: Anini and his gang. Locals say that even though Anini’s men were surrounded that he was able to escape using black magic. Some say he turned his belt into a snake, some say he used a magic mirror which frightened the police and then he vanished. Everyone is wondering where he is and where he will turn up next. There are reports of him being seen in Benin, being seen in Lagos, even in Owerri. The police have not given any statement. What are they doing? Will they ever catch Lawrence Anini?”
After the report we went to student office at UniBen and asked them to inquire of Chinwe’s wellbeing. After two days they still did not seem to want to help with our worries and said that we were ‘spreading fear’.
The campus officer, Mr Usman said to us, “Lawrence Anini appearing all over the country. From Benin city one day to Owerri to Abuja. Do you think that’s possible? As smart as all of you are, I’m surprised you believe in such things, they are causing unnecessary fear and chaos. Even you Orobosa who’s is the most rational out of you all.”
I bowed my head when he addressed me and muttered, “Sorry sir, it won’t happen again sir.”
He finished by saying, “Anini does not care for common students.”
Giving us this warning made us step back. Maybe we were looking too much into it. The rumours and intent listening of the news reports each night had almost consumed us. Chinwe reappeared two days later. We all almost jumped on her when we saw her enter the dorms. We asked her what happened she said “It was going around that Anini was spotted in the village and prowling the local markets, so my grandmother got scared and told me I’m not leaving the house. You see if I catch this guy, I go twist his ear.” Chinwe joked to which we all laughed, more of relief than the actual joke.
***
The room was mixed with the smell of burnt hair and floral, powdery scent of perfume. Chinwe, Ododo and I posed in front of the full-length mirror, admiring our outfits. I wore brown flares with my platform heels matched with my green patterned funnel sleeve top that Mama had sewn me. I flicked my head just to see the curled ends of my freshly hot combed hair bounce. Chinwe wore an orange skirt and blouse set which complimented her light skin, she looked cute with her mini afro that I helped her pick and shape. Then there was Ododo who wore a pink skirt and blouse combo with white mini heels, her short hair-do made her look more mature and sexier, her gap tooth just accentuated her style.
We went outside to the campus field where the University band were playing covers of music per request. They were currently playing Mike Umoh’s ‘Shake Your Body’. There were tables set up for various goods. Some for food and snacks, one that sold patriotic souvenirs, one for cassette tapes and many more which were beyond my vision. We made our way to the main fields where others were showing their moves. It seemed that most of the men’s hips were loose from the kai kai. Chinwe and Ododo swayed their hips from side to side while tactfully evading any man who dared tried touch them. I did my little two step, not wanting to draw too much attention and bopped my head to the beat. I was glad we were interrupted by Femi and Dami calling us who were standing by the artwork stall, bottles in their hands. They had brought us minerals, our favourite ones, for me, Fanta and for the other two Coca Cola. Femi looked suave with his all black get up, his chest hair visible with his black shirt only held together with one button mid-way down. His afro was perfectly shaped and had a brown pick sticking out, the circle theme maintained with his round frame glasses. Dami wore cream trousers with a baby pink shirt which was only buttoned the same way as Femi, his jerry curls looked shinier than usual.
“We’re going to the back of the campus with some others to the open area to do some knockout, come join.” Dami said. I frowned slightly and looked at Ododo who’s right brow raised at the invitation.
“You guys can go, if anything goes wrong, I don’t want be involved, abeg, I no want wahala.” Ododo said, and I gave a smile of relief.
“You guys are no fun, okay we’ll see you later sha.” Femi replied, and he, Dami and several others took off towards the secluded area. I could see someone carrying a small bag, which I guessed was filled with the gun powder and another holding the stick to create the holes.
“Don’t mind them let’s look at the other tables.” I suggested to which the others agreed, and we walked to the next table which was selling wooden carvings like the ones on Dami and Femi’s windowsill. I picked up one, admiring the grooves and details. Then another which was an Eshe, I wondered what this one represented. I was going to pick up another one when I heard a shout.
“Chai!”
Everyone’s heads turned, confused at the shout. The tone was one of shock and fright instead of glee. People had begun gathering in one area in front of one of the artwork tables. “Come let’s see what’s happening.” Chinwe said and we walked to the forming crowd. As we got closer, I heard the familiar voice of the news anchor. My stomach started to feel queasy, his voice only bore bad news. There was a small radio on the table, the ones running the stand saw the gathering crowd and increased the volume.
“News just in, Lawrence ‘The Law’ Anini and his gang have ambushed the Commissioner of Police in Benin, Casmir Igbowoke. We are still awaiting his condition, but it is reported that there was a repeated firing of bullets, at least 14, all from Anini’s gang. As great a man as this, what are the police doing? They have proved once again that they cannot protect their own people! There is no freedom, no peace, and no unity as we sing in the national anthem. What a way to end this special day! We’ll be back tomorrow when more information has been gathered on this incident.”
Bang! I jumped at the noise. The knockout show had started. The crackle and pop when it shot in the air, the white sparks which spread through the darkening sky didn’t look beautiful. I suddenly felt unsafe, the bangs which once used to bring joy at this moment struck a nerve of fear. My spine tingled and my shoulders shuddered. I looked around at people whose faces looked forlorn, foreheads became shinier, and wrinkles appeared. I then felt a warm but clammy hand grasp mine. It was Ododo, she gave me a small smile. “Make we no let it spoil the rest of the night, let’s go back in have girls’ night.” She spoke. I nodded and grabbed Chinwe’s hand whose eyes I thought looked a little glossy but when she blinked, they looked fine. As we walked back to the dorms, we noticed other people follow suit.
Christmas Came Early
I stepped out the car in the compound. Before I could focus on the settings, Aunty Felicity ran out the door and attacked me with kisses. “Look at my beautiful niece, turn let me see you!” She exclaimed before holding my hand up and I did a twirl, grinning. She was like my second mother, her and Mama grew up together, you would think they were sisters the way they interacted. Ododo always said that’s how we would be in 30 years. Whenever I had the opportunity, I always tried to come see Aunty Felicity since she lived on the outskirts of Benin. The gateman took my luggage from the car and entered the house. “How are you Aunty? Is Uncle working?” I asked as we stepped into the living room, the house was quiet except the sound of huffing from the gateman carrying my case upstairs and the clanging which came from the kitchen. It must have been Patience, the house girl, I’ve only met her a few times, she was much quieter than me and very shy.
“Yes, he’ll be back late today. The twins will be back on Friday. Anyway, they must have told you.” Replied Aunty Felicity to which I just nodded and smiled.
The twins, Patience and Osaite, also attend UniBen, but they stay on the other campus with all the engineers and IT students. I may have seen them in the university corridors sometimes, but our conversations never stretched further from hi, how are you and bye. At least we’ll be busy decorating the house and other chores for Saturday’s party instead of filling time with awkward small talk.
“How are classes? Are you revising well?” asked Aunty Felicity.
“They’re going very well, it’s a lot of content but I’m sure I’ll be fine if I review them properly.” I replied. I thought of the number of novels and research papers I had to review which made my heart race. Exam season will start in just over a week, so students have more leniency for going in for reviewing lectures. I’ve heard how intense the technical courses are, I’m not surprised that the twins decided to return later. I’m not sure how people find joy in numbers and equations instead of beautifully composed words that can transport you anywhere and unlock deeper thoughts.
“Anyways Bosa, you can go upstairs and freshen up, you know your way already.” Said Aunty Felicity.
“Yes Aunty, I’ll be down when I’m done.” I beamed.
“Take your time, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” Said Aunty Felicity before she left me to my own devices.
I took a couple of steps towards the staircase before I stopped and turned to get a better look at what I had seen through my peripheral vision. The Nigerian Observer. It was laying on the armrest of the sofa. I never really read the newspaper. I would sometimes quickly read the front headline whenever I would walk pass the newspaper stand. I solely relied on the radio or sometimes television broadcast when I’d visit Ododo who had a set. It was one time I could just sit back and listen, I already read too much daily.
On the front page the headline read: “Agbor Bank Robbery: Anini and gang steal ₦46,000”
I actively avoided the news since Independence Day, I didn’t want any distractions before exams. I didn’t want to let him take over my mind and cloud my thoughts with scenarios that couldn’t possibly happen. I picked up the paper. I decided to just read the first few lines to see the summary of the crime committed:
“After killing medical doctor, A.O Emojeve on Text Mill Road, Benin, Anini and his gang invaded the Agbor Branch of African Continental Bank. A spokesman from the bank has informed that they have stolen over ₦46,000. They then made a speedy get away by a stolen car, thought to be driven by Anini. Monday Osunbor is also reported to have fired warning shots when entered the building.”
I pursed my lips and threw the paper on to the sofa. Another man dead, how many is that now? I shook my head, trying to rid the invading thoughts. I had other things to worry about now, but I couldn’t be rid of the slight queasiness in my stomach. I ascended the stairs and entered the guest room. My case was at the foot of the bed. I made sure not to pack too much as Aunty usually had spare clothing and she had already gotten someone to sew my dress for the party anyway. I changed my clothes before I entered the bathroom to wash my face. Once I had finished freshening up, I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen to meet Aunty Felicity and Patience.
They were preparing the ingredients for what looked like egusi soup as I saw the pumpkin seeds in bowl on the table. The clattering of the pots and shuffle of feet almost drowned out the low music from the radio that was placed on the shelf by the fridge. “Hello Aunty, do you need help with anything?” I asked.
Aunty Felicity waved her hand and said, “No no, don’t bother yourself, just sit down and relax, you just arrived.” I sat down at the table and was grateful as Aunty Felicity turned the knob to increase the volume, filling in the silence that I found awkward.
Patience, who had then sat down opposite me to pound the seeds, almost whispered “Ob’okhian Orobosa, I hope you had a nice journey.”
I smiled back and said, “Thank you Patience, the journey was good.” She smiled back, looked down and began pounding the seeds.
I then looked at Aunty Felicity whose face looked confused. She was holding a small bowl of pumpkin leaves.
She exclaimed, “Ah ah! Patience where are the leaves you bought? This is the small one we already have in the house.”
Patience stopped pounding immediately and her eyes widened, suddenly realising her error. She turned to Aunty Felicity but didn’t look her in the eye and said in a shaky voice, “Ma, I’m sorry I must have forgotten.”
Aunty Felicity shook her head, “How could you forget a key ingredient eh? What’s wrong with you? Drop these things,” Aunty Felicity said firmly, taking the pot from Patience’s hands, “go to the market and get it, I’ll manage this myself.” snapped Aunty Felicity, trying not to raise her voice because she knew how sensitive Patience could be. Patience still looked like she would cry so I interjected.
“Aunty don’t worry, I’ll go, I’m not doing anything, the market is just one street down so I can find my way.” I quickly said. Aunty Felicity put her hands on her hips and sighed. She then opened a small box on the shelf next to the radio and took out a note.
“Okay, take this, go and come straight back.” Aunty Felicity said.
“Yes Aunty, I’ll go now.” I replied, took the notes, and left the kitchen. I made my way out the house and out the gate. I turned left and walked to the end, passing a few young boys who were playing football. I turned right and walked along the main road and then turned right into a side road where the market was.
I walked down and passed the various shops and stands. There was a Mama Put selling jollof and chicken, the fabric stands where a group of aunties were gisting, the mobile stand where all the uncles were watching the Super Eagles intently on the mini television box, shaking peanuts. I then reached the shop where they were selling vegetables and other produce. I entered and picked a bunch of the best leaves, making sure there weren’t any withering pieces. After I had given it to the shopkeeper and paid, I stepped out the shop. As soon As I turned to start making my way back, I heard a shout and the sound of a revved engine.
“Chai!”
It was then followed by many more voices and the sound of the engine became louder. The aunties stopped gisting and the uncles stopped watching. The shopkeeper came out of the shop to see what was happening.
Then there was another shout, “It’s Anini!”
Anini? My throat became dry as I turned around, the sound of the car became even louder. A silver Mercedes then rolled past me, and I felt something tickle my arm and fall by my feet. I looked down to see a 10, 20, 50 Naira notes. I shot my head back up. I stopped breathing. A man in the front seat was smiling at me whilst throwing the notes, I kept watch of him until the car turned and disappeared. Before I could gather my thoughts, I felt a push. The shopkeeper had pushed passed me and started to gather the notes on the ground. The ringing in my ears had stopped and was replaced by the uproar of the market men and women. My eyes darted in all directions, seeing how they scrambled on the ground, collecting the money.
“Father Christmas has come!”, “Anini has blessed us”, “It is the work of God!”
I looked back down at the notes at my feet and across the market floor. I didn’t want to touch it. Then there was another yell, “Where did he go?” I turned to see a group of police, some on motorbikes and some questioning the market people. I watched as two passed me and didn’t bother the aunties and uncles who were occupied with the money. One looked much younger than the other. The older officer then cocked his head to the side to which the younger officer dove down and grabbed a some of the notes on the ground. He straightened up quickly and handed them to his partner who then stuffed them in his shirt pockets.
They then turned back and started instructing, “Those who have no business here go home, we will be investigating here!” As soon as they said that the market people seemed to come to their senses. I saw a few quickly grab a few more notes before going on their way. I took that as my queue to leave, I’m sure I had wasted time, I remembered that Aunty Felicity was waiting for me. I looked back down at the notes which were by my feet before going on my way.
My careful slow walk transitioned into a quickened pace as I passed the stalls. I almost tripped as I made a sharp turn back on to the main road and quickly pushed up my bra which felt more uncomfortable than usual.
“My Friend, Where is Anini?”
We all were gathered in Ododo’s living room, staring intently at the television. Earlier, Regie came knocking on our door shouting, “They catch am!” then drove Mama and I – leaving the children with Irene – to their home so we could watch with them what was happening. We couldn’t believe what we were witnessing but it seemed like the tension that had been in the air for so long was beginning to break. The BBS reporter was standing outside the home which was surrounded by police and the members of the public who were cheering.
“We are now outside the place where Lawrence Anini was arrested not too long ago. Reports say that it was a woman who was with him that revealed where he was. They say that when they knocked on his door here in Benin, he denied his identity before trying to escape to which the police shot at him to subdue him. As you can see, the people are in jubilation that this man has finally been caught. We’re sure the ones who are most at relief now are local businesses who feared robbery and the police themselves who have been hounded with criticism for the prolonged capturing of this gang.”
Mama then lifted her hands above her head and started her praise, “My God is good o!”. Ododo who sat next to me, hugged me tightly, her face beaming. “It’s finally over!” she exclaimed and got up and joined Mama in her dance. I smiled and thought back to all the weeks which were filled with uncertainty and anxiety. Chinwe must be celebrating now too, I thought. I remembered I no longer had to be cautious when going to the market or think about Osa’s journey to school.
“So, this nonsense police have achieved something,” Mama proclaimed, “after all the wahala he’s caused, its only now they’ve got him.”
“At least they’ve gotten him now, we must chop well today”, Ododo said “Bosa let’s go to the market and get some drinks and snacks.”
I agreed and we made our way down to the market. As we arrived, the men and women there were also speaking in excited tones, they had also heard the news. At stalls and shops which had either a radio or small television set, there was a small group around it, listening to all the updates and unfolding events. We entered the convenience store and picked out snacks, then opened the fridge and grabbed several drinks, I made sure to get extra for Ifueko, Osa and Irene. We placed them all on the counter and the shopkeeper calculated the price. Ododo reached into her purse to pay for the stuff before I stopped her and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat everyone.” before pulling out a noted from my own purse and handed it over.
“Ah, Bosa na you who get this money so?” asked Ododo who saw the roll of leftover notes in my purse.
“I don’t spend money anyhow, learn to save.” I teased back. Ododo then rolled her eyes and chuckled before grabbing one of the now packed drinks and foods. I collected my change and grabbed the other bag and followed Ododo out. As I put the change in my purse, I looked at the other notes. It is only recently that I decided to use them. Should I feel guilty? I looked at the people who were smiling and gisting as they watched the news which was broadcasted all over Nigeria. For all that had happened, I deserved this much.
***
“Oya take this money, go buy you and Ifueko ice cream, you can play outside” Mama said to Osa and shooed them out the house. We had come to Ododo’s house to witness the execution of Anini. Since his arrest in on December 3rd, I had been following the trial. It was no surprise to me that the police had been aiding them, DSP Iyamu had already been executed last month. No wonder he always got away. Without the aid, I still wouldn’t trust the police to catch him. Though I had been following updates, no one really spoke about him. I want to say life was back to normal, but when I really thought about it, nothing abnormal happened. The reports and rumours are what caused the rift.
Now on this day: March 27th, 1987, I got to witness the true end of his terror.
We all sat transfixed on the screen. There might have been 8 of them but I did not really count. It was only him I looked at; he was the in the middle. The man who created hell for four months was finally caught. He looked dishevelled. The man who could disappear in thin air, the one who could use a crystal ball was in full view, bound by rope. I was scared that the ropes wound tightly around his neck would loosen and his arms would suddenly be freed. He would then leap in the air and trample down the police and their smash their guns. He would run into the crowd, dealing with those who looked at him wrong. But of course, that wouldn’t happen. The only good thing the police had done was take away his ability to walk. The priest dressed in white stood in front of each one, put his hands together. He may have prayed for them, asked for forgiveness, but we all know they wouldn’t reach heaven. After the last prayer he walked away. The camera then panned out view the row of armed forces, their guns cocked up. It was time. Then there was the signal. A loud bang erupted, hitting the criminals. I watched as their bodies slumped, emotionless, their heads lolled to the side. They were gone. Strangely I didn’t feel any different, but it amazed me how quick death comes.
***
I was squeezed in the back with Ododo, Ifueko and Osa with Mama and Regie at the front. We were on our way back from church. It was a good service. The pastor’s sermon was on peace. It seemed fitting after what happened last week. The car slowly rolled forward in the jam; Sunday late afternoon was always a rush. The car halted. I looked to see that a policeman had come to the window. He signalled Regie to wind it down. Mama in the passenger seat looked at the officer, I could see her smile faulter slightly.
“Hello young man”, greeted the officer, he peered into the car and looked at us then at Mama “Happy Sunday Ma, you dey come from church?”
“Yes officer” Regie replied.
The officer looked at us again then at Regie and Mama before saying “You know I don’t really like to cause trouble, but there are too many of you at the back.”
I looked at Ododo who rolled her eyes and I sighed. Mama then opened her bag and pulled out some notes and handed them to Regie who then handed in to the officer. The officer then looked right and left before taking the notes quickly. He smiled then stepped back from the car. “There’s no problem o, have a blessed Sunday.” He said, to which Regie rolled his window back up and we continued our way home. I guess some things never change.
- Huore: Wake up in Edo language
- Ozuor: stupid/foolish in Edo
- Ob owie: good morning in Edo
- Iye: Mother in Edo
- Vbee oye he: how are you? in Edo
- Oy ese: Fine in EdoOkada: motorcycle taxi
- Wahala: trouble in Pidgin English
- How far: ‘How are you?’ in Pidgin English
- Eshu: A Yoruba god
- Nawa: an exclamatory term in Pidgin English
- Tufiakwa: God Forbid in the Igbo language
- Sha: Pidgin English phrase for ‘you know’
- Kai kai –nickname for alcohol (schnapps)
- Minerals – nickname for soft drinks
- Knockout: another word for fireworks
- Abeg: Pidgin English for ‘please’
- Chai – exclamatory term in Pidgin English
- Ob’okhian: ‘Welcome’ in Edo
- Gisting: gossiping/chatting in Pidgin English
Uchay Writes 
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