She kept on driving, keeping her head down as pellets after pellets of bullets shot into the car, her entire back windscreen was gone, and the car was filled with broken glass. On a normal day, this road was deserted, now during rush hour, there was not a single soul to be seen. Every time, she prayed to God, it was to ask him to help her plans work, no matter how evil.
Now she was in dire need of God, she felt guilty to even call the name of God; she knows she had led an unworthy life. Just then, a passage from the bible invaded her mind, she remembered this passage from Sunday school days in the little church Anglican church in Ilisan, which she attended with her foster Father, Ladejo and her siblings. The passage whispered in her heart thus:
“Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as wool, and though they be red like crimson, they shall be whiter than snow”
She turned back and saw a man was driving the black car tailing her, he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand held a gun that was pointed in her direction. To her bewilderment, she realized it was not just one car, they were about three and they had men inside.
Bimpe: “Oh God, I am not worthy to call your name, but I remember the bible said that, as many as would call on the name of God, they shall be saved. Save me, I am filthy, a sinner, a wicked person, I am unforgiving. I know I might die today, death is not the worst that can happen to me, I don’t want to be lost forever, I do not want to go to hell, please forgive me, have mercy on my poor soul, save my soul dear Lord” she said as she cried. Faced with imminent death, her whole life flashed before her eyes, she saw where she should have let go and leave vengeance to God, and she saw her deceitfulness, her connivance, and her wickedness. She became broken, and penitent.
Bimpe: “Forgive me dear Lord, forgive me, I did not know better. Have mercy” a bullet whizzed by and grazed her arm, just as another hit one of her tires. The pain shot through her and she lost control of the wheel. She raised her head and saw that in fear she had missed the turn that connect her to the expressway, and the road she was on, ended in a cliff, before she could retake the control of the wheel, another wheel was shot, and her car went diving down the cliff, to the valley below. As soon as the car made contact with the ground, the back part exploded, Bimpe’s head was on the wheel, blood dripped from the side of her head, and her arm where the bullet touched.
Brian was in one of the cars, so was Alhaja. Alhaja had sent someone to monitor the Bamigboyes house one day, and Brian had caught the person, after beating the person to pulp, the man, through swollen lips, and bleeding gums, he told Brian that he did not come for him, that he was there to monitor Bimpe, on Alhaja’s orders. Brian had told the man that Bimpe had packed out of the mansion, and he knew her new place of residence, but would want to see who sent him.
The spy took Brian to meet Alhaja and they formed a partnership, they were both fugitives, so they could help each other destroy the one person they both loved to hate. Here they were today, pursuing their common enemy.
Bimpe crawled out of her upside down car, with her belly. Like a snake, she crawled away a few feet from the car as she saw the flames were sweeping forward and in no time the car would explode, she had not finished the thought when she heard the sound of voices. It seemed her pursuers had followed her down to the valley. She managed to stand up, even as she was feeling dizzy and it was like she would pass out, she still dragged her feet. When the voice got close, she began to run, adrenalin pumped into her system as fear of death filled her mind. It was like she was on steroids, the pains from the head and arm wound dulled ad she ran with all her might.
She was running, running and running, her legs were weakening, her gown was drenched with sweat , and soot from the explosion, it stuck to her back, her makeup was all sticky, her mascara ran like black oil down her face, the Brazilian extension she had on was dripping sweat and stuck to her head and face. she couldn’t run any longer, but if she wanted to be alive, she had to. She turned back to see if her pursuers were behind, she saw no one. She decided to rest and catches her breath, just then her phone rang;
Brian (on the phone): “You can only run, but you can’t hide, this is my city and I will get you.” She began to fidget, and the phone fell out of her hand as she began to slowly go down, till she slumped on the red sand, consumed with fear. As she lay on the ground, her face in the sand, tears dropping from her eyes, mixed with phlegm, pooled on the red sand making it muddy. She thought back to how and where it all started… and wished she had taken a different path.
What were riches without love, happiness and peace of mind? Having lived so long in poverty, she pursued riches, wih greed, not minding who she hurt, she allowed one fatal attraction to deviate her from the good path she was on. She took a wrong turn, thinking that revenge would bring her happiness. She loved Yusuf but could she blame him for not loving her back, when she destroyed his mother because, of her thirst for revenge.
Bimpe: “Oh had I known, I would have pursued my studies, done menial jobs if I had to. I would have graduated and got a good job, I would have built financial security gradually, and nobody would be pursuing me now, to kill me” she began to sob.
She was so lost in her thoughts she did not hear the sound of approaching feet, she saw them when they were already close. She staggered up to her feet. And tried to run, but it was too late. A staccato of gunshot rent the silent valley.
Dapo found out the offices of Barrister Demba, he thought that since she was Bimpe’s lawyer, he would know where he could find her. Barrister Demba was in his office relishing the court victory he secured for Bimpe, when his secretary came to announce the presence of a man who wanted to have a talk with him.
Barrister Demba: “Send him in” he said and went to a little coffee machine at a corner table. He brewed two cups of coffee. When ne turned, he saw the man who had approached Bimpe at the courthouse, and blamed for Chief Bamigboye’s death.
Barrister Demba: “You didn’t say all you needed to say. Get over your friend’s death already”
Dapo: “That’s not why I am here. I am here to inquire about Bimpe. She is my daughter, when she told me that story at the courthouse; I realized she is my daughter”
Barrister Demba: “Sorry I cannot help you, anyone who wanted access to her could just claim to be her long dead parents, no, that won’t do”
Dapo: “Please I beg of you, she needs to know she is not a bastard and she is my daughter” he said.
Barrister Demba was taken aback, how would Bimpe think she is a bastard, she had told him that her parents died long ago. Anyways, he decide to give him the address of Alhaji’s estate which was now occupied by Bimpe’s relatives.
Dapo reached the estate and told the security at the gate that Bimpe asked him to come, they told him that Bimpe was no longer resident at the estate, but her relatives were here. Tell anyone around that Dapo Ogunleye is here to see them. He hoped that if they were really Bimpe’s relatives, they would know about him. He waited at the security for almost 30 minutes before he saw his childhood friend approaching the gate. He was older now, but the face was still there.
Dapo: “Aburo mi” he said when Ladejo got near.
Ladejo: “Dapo, ha Dapo, how did you locate this place” the two men embraced each other. No matter what had happened between them, they were still friends, the bond was rusty, but not broken.
Dapo: “My brother and friend, please forgive me, forgive me”
Ladejo: “I forgave you long ago. The past is past” He took Dapo to the house where he met Basirat. Basirat’s heart quickened, when she saw Dapo, and she remembered the past again.
Basirat: “Ladejo, what is this man doing here?”
Ladejo: “He is my friend and has come to visit us. Sit down; this is not the time for your childish tantrums.”
Dapo: “I am so happy I found you, I have been top Ilisan, and nobody knows where you are”
Ladejop: “Bimpe, my daughter has abandoned us, but she left us well. I had an accident which destroyed my leg, she helped me have surgery on it and restored my ability to walk again. She also took us from ILisan to this place, gave me a business in real estate. I am well to do now, but I am not happy, The only daughter I have rejected me in front of a congregation on her wedding day”
Dapo: “That was you?”
Ladejo: “You were there? I had a cap on”
Dapo: “I am convinced now that Bimpe is my daughter. I am sorry Basirat for denying you before, I was scared, I was so young, with my whole life before me, I was irresponsible”
Basirat began to weep, the whole shame she felt those years, her parents didn’t care for her welfare, they said if she could sleep with a boy and be pregnant, then she was capable of taking care of herself. She went through it all alone, and since the child was born, she had resentment for her. Even when she grew to look a lot like her, she still resented her and saw Dapo whenever she saw her face.
The bullets ripped into her, as she fell slowly to the ground and crumpled like a ragged doll, with her life blood draining out of her and been soaked up by the sand. She raised her head to the heavens and said;
Bimpe: “Receive my soul Father” she closed her eye lids.
The men reached her, and called to the others. Brian and Alhaja reached the others and looked down on the little girl that had been a thorn in their flesh. On the floor, her head was at a wrong angle, looking at her they would never imagine that someone so fragile could be so powerful.
Alhaja: “I told you, I made a mistake not killing you that time before you married Alhaji, but I don’t make mistakes twice. So long” she spat on her and walked away.
Brian: “So long bitch” he spat and walked away with his men.
Question: Is this the end of the road for Bimpe? Was she responsible for Alhaji’s death?
Final episode comes out on 9th May and New story start on 11th
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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