The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 35

5 years ago

The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 35

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She could not believe her eyes!

Shodipo was staring at her, with Sunday,Mutiu and everyone that were looking for her, everyone she wanted to avoid.

She could see the ‘I warned you’ look that Sunday gave her and the fierce looks the likes of Dotun gave her. Shodipo, who she thought will be her savior was distant.

Dotun’s face turned from fierce to happy when he saw that she had opened her eyes.
“Shodipo, thank you for keeping my prey and calling me. Its good that my message is always passed.” Dotun looked at the other guys. “Oya, carry her away!”

Ronke this time did not put up a resistance, knowing that she could not get pass about ten fully grown men, even if Dotun was one of them. Her play was that between her journey from Shodipo’s house to her ‘prison’, she will escape again.

How wrong she was!

As they left his room, Shodipo shaking due to the gravity of the visit and by what he had just done, they went to another room in the building and raped her for the second time. Ronke, not believing her ill-luck, now tried to wearily fight her assailants, leading to her phone falling and dialling Chuks’ number.

In Fajuyi, Chuks was just stirring from his sleep when he saw Ronke’s number flashing through his phone. On picking up, he could hear her cries as she got serially raped. Shocked at what he was hearing, he repeatedly called her name, all to no avail. Soon the call was rudely cut, leaving him in fear of his colleague.

Ronke’s phone was cut by an observant Sunday, who for the second time in a space of hours, did something he felt not wise by leaving the scene of the rape and smashing her phone to pieces. He came back with car battery acid, with her phone pieces dissolved in it as they forced her mouth open and poured the deadly,corrosive liquid in her, causing crazy squirms as she started to react to the pains of having her insides burnt.

Dotun was not satisfied with what he had done, as he ordered the men around her to drag her to the back of the house, wanting to pour the acid on her body. By now, some of the ‘stronger’ men were already disgusted with his methods and really wondered what she did to deserve the mess.

However, orders were orders and since Dotun was the most senior in the ranks, they had no choice. Sunday in particular, was already holding back some hot tears that were forming.

Of course, Ronke was dead by now but to send a message, Dotun splashed the acid all over her and then after the acid had done its work and was now dormant, he cut up her body to distribute around, a clear reminder of who he was.

He never knew that Chuks was aware of what was happening

Chuks did not understand what had happened, but his heart sank nonetheless. Ronke was definitely in some sort of danger and he did not like the fact that he could not help her. However, he kept looking at her text message which he saw after the call and wondered what he could do. He did not know who Shodipo is and Ronke was just his classmate really- the attention from him may just look unexplainable. Yet the tone of her voice when the call came through and her text message bothered him. Ronke would not have called him unless it was desperate.

As Made and Shittu stared at the confused Chuks waiting for something to happen, Tade came in.

“Good morning guys, hey how…. Chuks wetin do you?”

Chuks was suddenly cut off from his thoughts by Tade’s voice and realised that he was the centre of attention of everyone in the room. He quickly composed himself.

“Nothing jare, na one test I dey think about. Make I go baff.”

Chuks stood up quickly and went for a bucket, obviously going to fetch water. As he picked it, he decided to watch for the meantime. If Ronke did not show after two days, then he will make his move.

Wale arrived to an empty house, the second time in three days. Since Clara left, he and Nifemi had taken up residence here. However, with Nifemi always busy, he rarely got to see her at home. Rather, it was him and him alone in the building. Even Salisu did not have it that bad.

Thinking of Salisu, he smiled. Salisu had brought his younger brother, who was also a good driver to work for him part-time, as Salisu had decided to write Jamb and go for extra-mural classes for pre-university exams. Yes, Salisu was planning to go to school and despite what Wale threw at him, Salisu stood his ground- even ready to lose his job because he wanted to further his education.
“Musa, come here!” He called for the younger brother. Soon enough, a young, dark dude, just about average in height and skinny in size, showed up.

“When is your brother writing his Jamb exams?”

“Oga, he is writing it today! In fact he has left for the exams.”

Wale smiled. So Salisu is furthering his life! He wondered how he managed to arrange all of this, even finding a brother he never knew existed.

“Okay, go to your room. We are not going anywhere today.”

The younger dude bowed his head and left. Wale looked at him and smiled before entering his room.

Once in the room, Wale looked at the surroundings with abject emotions. Nifemi had moved in, yet there was no sign of the presence of a woman. Nothing in the kitchen, not even a pot on display. If he was truly living alone in the house, he won’t have bothered. But a woman was living with him, a woman! To even think that he was planning to marry her was beginning to choke him. Will his marriage be like this?

He walked to his room and looked at the divorce papers. Clara must have expected this to happen and decided to control the situation by sending the divorce papers. That was the person Clara is, even before Andrew was born. He actually admired her for it.

Walking back to the living room, he decided to watch the telly, drifting off to sleep before he could say Jack.

He remained in the sitting room, but he was fifteen years behind the current moment. He watched as Andrew, himself and Clara were playing on the beach, his son’s smile clearly showing that he was enjoying the moment.

All of a sudden, the boy stopped running, looking stunned. As Wale and Clara rushed to his aid, the boy turned round only for them to see him gushing his own blood out. He opened his mouth to say……..

“Wale! Wale!! Wale!!!” He quickly jumped in his sleep just to see Nifemi looking at him with a worried look.

“Wale, who is this Andrew you have been shouting his name?”
“I have been dreaming.” Wale said softly, wiping his face with his hands.
“Of course you have been dreaming! What else did you think you were doing? But this Andrew has tormented your dreams for a long time. Who is he? A patient? A political foe?”

“Nifemi, this is the first time you will hear me call that name, don’t start being hysterical.”

“Am not hysterical, Wale! You may not have seen me during the day, but when I come at night, I always see you struggle in your sleep with this Andrew. Please, I may not know that much about you, but I need to know who this man is.”

Wale sighed deeply. “Andrew is my son.”