I DIDN’T KILL BAAMI
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In less than twenty minutes, she would come out of the room, all smiles as we set the dining in silent as though nothing happened.
I could still see her fears behind those smiles.
I just hopes she plays along for long.
Baami comes into the dining and sits, ready to devour his meal.
I often wonder if he’s really my father. Our father.
I quickly gave my sis a sign by blinking my eyes.
“Where’s Lekan?”. Baami asked.
My heart seem to stop beating for a few seconds. I was scared he saw me blink.
“He’s sleeping, baami.” My sister replied. She could pass for an actress right now.
I know how difficult this must be for her but we had to do it.
“Go and bring him.” Baami instructed.
“But baami…”
“Bisola, obey me”
I could barely get the taste of my food as my sister left to bring Lekan.
I was scared. What if she fumbles? What if baami finds out. What if…
My thought was cut short by a loud scream.
My heartbeat increased as we rushed to her room and met her on the floor holding the lifeless body of Lekan, her 2 months old baby whom we suffocated to death.
Don’t blame us yet until you hear the full story.
If we didn’t do it, Baami would have done it still.
This is the story of Baami, Bisola and I.
I DIDN’T KILL BAAMI
I couldn’t hold the tears as they flowed freely from my eyes, seeing my sister in so much pain.
This is the third child she is losing in 3 years. The first was a girl, Ebunoluwa.
She died after 2 weeks.
No. Baami killed her.
We watched him pound her in a mortal.
The one he told us his father, my grandfather handed down to him.
Bisola almost ran mad that night. I don’t know what Baami did to her that she slept for 3 days and woke only to act like nothing happened.
But she didn’t forget the incident.
Baami had 7 children. All who are dead save for Bisola and I. They were all boys.
Why didn’t he kill us like his other children?
I have vowed never to get married seeing all he did you Bisola’s children.
“How did this happen”. Baami asked, staring at the lifeless body of the child he had planned to kill tonight.
“I just came in an…d..”. Bisola broke down in tears again.
“..and what?. Bisola?”. Impatient Baami asked.
“…and his body was cold. And I tried waking him up, all to no avail. Baami he’s gone. He’s the 3rd child in 3 years. You and your blood s*****g idols will be satisfied now abi?”
She broke down into another round of tears.
“My daughter” Baami called out to Bisola..”Don’t speak ill of our gods and the family ritual. It was there before me. You’ll just have to conceive one more time. This once.” Baami said.
BAAMI YOU’RE HEARTLESS….I almost screamed to his face but I restrained myself.
I feel disgusted to call him my Baami.
“Never. I’m done being your daughter. I disown myself this day.”
Bisola said as she walked out on Baami.
I stood there, speechless.
No one dared defile Baami.
Baami turned to me. Shock his head in pain, grieve, anger. Whatever it was, and said to me.
“You’re next. No Matter how long you decide to stay single, you must bare a child. You’re next.”
I don’t think this man is my father at all.
If only mama was alive to answer my questions but unfortunately, we had found her dead.
Hanging on a rope tied to the ceiling fan.
Mama was Baami’s opposite so I don’t know why she will take her life.
Despite not having a happy marriage, Mama tried to make us happy.
She was scared of Baami too. I saw it in her eyes. The way she trembled in his presence.
No one may think about it, but I believe Baami killed mama.
But why?
To be continued.
