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Saturday, 25 July 2015

RoadKill Episode 6




It was a norm for Aisha and ID to clean up the multitude of exotic cars at Skyline Motors every Saturday morning. That way the cars were always spick and span. This Saturday however, was a little bit different. ID was still at the hospital, and Aisha had decided to clean the over 300 cars all by herself. She was on the twenty-first car when Timi came in, hailing her with a good morning. Aisha replied warmly. She paused her cleaning for a second to flash Timi a smile, then went on.  
"Need some help with that?" Timi asked, when he realised she was planning on cleaning all the cars by herself. "Nah, I've got it," Aisha replied.                                                                                                                               "You know Aisha, it's okay to accept a helping hand once in a while..."                    "And who says I don't?" Aisha fired back. Timi smiled, walked up to her and forcibly collected the cloth in her hand. "Since I've met you, I've never heard you say yes to a can I help you question."           Aisha shrugged. "So what? I'm an independent woman."                                                                                         "Independent? Good. But you're not independent, you're something else. Something bothering around social phobia."                                                                                                                        "Me? A phobia?" Aisha asked, incredulous. "I drive 260 km/hr on a good day, trust me, I'm not afraid of anything."                                                                                                                                                  "So you say..." At that moment, Timi's phone started ringing. The number was unfamiliar to Timi, and he picked the call, a little skeptical.                                      "Hello, please who's this?" Timi asked, as he picked the call.                                "Hi, please may I speak with a Mr Timi Andrews?" The caller asked.                    "You're speaking with him. What do you want?"                                                        "Are you sure? You sound a little younger than I expected," the caller said.              Feeling insulted, Timi hardened his voice and bawled into the phone, "What do you want?"   "I...I need your help...My name's Bolade Akanji...and I need a driver?"   "What!" Timi exclaimed and cut the call. Aisha asked who it was that called him, and Timi replied, "Wrong number."  Timi stared around for a while, and after taking in everything, said, "You know, this place is just basically a fancy five-storey parking lot."                                                                                     Aisha giggled. "What else would you have it look like?" She asked sarcastically.  "Well, it's not like I'm complaining or anything," Timi retorted. "It actually looks good." Barely had Timi finished talking when Ogundade Ebin walked in. Timi whirled round as he heard the glass doors swing open. He was taking a back for a moment with the sight of Ogundade.                                            "Wow...you're the last person I was expecting to see. You've got guts to showing your face here," Timi said.                                                                                                                                                       "Not here for a fight Timi," Ogundade said. "I came to thank Aisha." Now it was Aisha's time to be surprised. "Came to thank me for what?" Aisha asked, perplexed.    "You had the drop on me last night. You could have sent me crashing, but you didn't. Thanks."                                                                                                                                                                       "Well, don't be surprised, she's not a low life like you," Timi retorted.          Aisha winced, fighting hard to suppress a laughter. "You're welcome Ogundade," she said. Ogundade nodded, and turned to leave. As he got to the door, he turned back. "There's one other thing I think you guys should know."                                                                                                                                                        "What's that? That you suck at driving?" Timi asked smartly. Aisha fought to suppress another laughter.                                                                                                                                                                    "No," Ogundade replied sternly. "I was hired to hit Idris. I was hired by Asiwaju Derele."        Aisha gasped when he heard the name, then her countenance quickly changed. "Thank you for telling us that," she said, her voice dark and mean. Ogundade took his leave. "Sounds like you have history with this Derele guy," Timi uttered, when he noticed the sudden change the name had brought to Aisha's mood. "Yes," Aisha replied. "Asiwaju Derele was a member of our crew before. He, my brother and I formed Storm Chasers together."                                                                                                                                      "Then....why'd he leave?" Timi asked, genuinely interested.                                      "He betrayed us. Knowingly lost us a race to earn a spot on a higher crew, Hell Racers. He leads that crew now. It was because of his betrayal that my brother and I found it difficult to get another crew member to replace him; we just couldn't trust anyone."Timi sighed. "I'm sorry."                                                                                                                                                        "Don't be," Aisha replied. "When I'm done with Derele, he's going to be sorry," she said.   "No," Timi objected. "When WE are done with Derele, he'll be sorry," Timi corrected, stressing the "we". Aisha nodded.
                                                                                                                                                ***       
Timi was in his car on his way home when the number that had called him earlier called again. Reluctantly, he picked the call and beamed into the phone, "I've told you, I'm not interested in being your driver."                                                                                                                                                                            "No...no...you don't understand. I don't mean I want to employ you. Some people are after my life and I was told you could drive me safely out of here," the Bolade Akanji replied, traces of fear could be heard in his voice.                                                                                                                                                  "I'm sorry mister, but I'm done with things like that," Timi replied. There was an extended silence. Then the caller spoke, "Yeah, I told Governor Abejide you wouldn't help. Guess I was right."                   "Wait," Timi beamed. "You mean to say, Governor Abejide told you to call me?"                                   "Yes," Bolade Akanji replied. "He told me you drove his daughter safely to the airport when his enemies were after her. Now, she's safe in the United States."                  Timi exhaled deeply. "Fine, I'll help. Where do you want to meet?"
                                                                                                                                                                                                ***
That night, Timi told Bridget about the call he had received from Bolade Akanji.     "So it was my dad who told him to contact you," Bridget said.                                "Apparently," Timi replied.                                                                                                                          "You know we can't keep this up forever," Bridget said.                                          "I know...but for now...it's the only way to ensure your safety. No one knows where you really are."                                                                                                                                                            Bridget nodded, her eyes fluttered. "About Mr Bolade...are you going to help him?"  "You know I can't say no," Timi replied.                                                                                                             "People are after him...and when you try to get him out to wherever he wants to go, you'll be in harm's way too."  "I know," Timi answered, gravely.                            "Just, be careful," Bridget said. She rose to her feet and left the sitting room. Timi recoiled into his chair and thought about the day's events...he soon fell asleep.       

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