The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 44

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The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 44

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”Nifemi, where are you coming from?”
She looked surprised and a bit disappointed at the question.

“Am coming from the hospital, Wale. Where are you expecting me to be?”

Wale looked a bit surprised, then he realised what was running in her mind and smiled. “I did not mean it that way, Nifemi. I meant that you left the house like this and you are returning by 10pm. I am a man and will soon be your husband, yet I feel that I may be starved everyday. Mind you, am also a doctor.”

Nifemi heaved a sigh of relief and then walked towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Oko mi, my husband, you know that I work a lot in that hospital, am the best hands and legs they have, so I will be late.”
“That’s why I said that we should get a house-help who will be taking of the house, even if I have to eat outside the house.”

“No!”
“Why are you so strongly against this? We need a house-help here!”
“I insist that we don’t need a house-help. I will find a way around this.”

“Hmn, okay. But tell me why you are against the idea of a house-help.”

“I have seen what a house-help can do to a peaceful home,” She started. “Many house-helps enter the house and take over the man. Many others destroy the lives of the children by either poisoning their minds against their mother or kidnapping them. With all the kidnap cases in this country, I don’t want any stories with my kids.”

Wale burst into a serious fit of laughter.”Looking at you right now, someone will think that we have three kids between us!” He said between chuckles.

“Now, Now, don’t be melodramatic about this issue. We don’t have kids yet and a good house-help will never poison any kids mind. As for stealing me away, that will be a tough one. Besides, you should not be the person to be saying all this, considering your history,” She snorted at him. “See your mouth! What we both know is that am not lying.”

He la!d on the bed and eyed her. “I will leave it to you.”

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The news of Dotun’s arrest unsettled the rest of the Made Men. Sunday in particular was not used to the sudden change in plan, considering he was new.

“We have to choose a leader until Dotun comes back,” Mutiu started. “I elect Mayowa.”

Nobody spoke against him or contested the decision, so Mayowa was chosen.
“I will take over this meeting and subsequent meetings until Dotun comes back. I will also work with Scorpion on how to free Dotun. But we have to continue from where he stopped. Mutiu, what do you have pertaining Ronke’s family?”

Mutiu la!d down everything he knew about her family, including her father’s oil wealth and the three alfas and two voodoo priests protecting the family.

“So what’s your analysis, Mutiu?”
“We can touch a couple of the members for now, but we will need to protect ourselves and then engage the babalawos(voodoo priests in Yoruba) before we attack any of them.”
Mayowa was deep in thought, “Sunday, I guess you have something to report too.”
Sunday then gave his account of what happened between him and Soji, including the shootout and his discovery of the phone, showing them the phone.

“It is locked so I can’t say what’s in it yet.”

Mayowa collected the phone. “Hariz, go to Majek and unlock this phone. Sunday, Mutiu and Taiwo will follow me and go to Baba Oluwo. Have I forgotten anyone?”

Nobody said anything. “Then let’s go.”

They dismissed, with Sunday following Mayowa and co. As they approached a foot path, Sunday looked at Taiwo and asked him what they wanted to do at the Baba’s place.
“We are going to insure our lives for our assignment.” Taiwo told him.

“What assignment?” Sunday looked at Taiwo with surprise.
“What assignment do we have? Ronke’s assignment of course!”

Baba Oluwo’s house was surprisingly located in Mayfair, in fact, it was one of the good-looking buildings there, with the sides of the gate decorated with what looked like gold-like lion heads, though in truth it was just a concrete make-over with a touch of ‘gold’ paint. The gates were huge and black, a side gate appearing at another part of the gate. A gate man waited there patiently and came out as soon as they knocked.

“Ta ni yen?”( Who is that?)

“Awa ni.” (Its us.) Mayowa answered
“Ehen, ta le bere?” (Ehen, who are you asking after?)

“A bere Oga Seun.” (We are asking after Oga Seun.)

“Okay, e yin ni omo akeko.” (Okay, you are his students.)

He opened the gate and allowed them in. Mayowa did not ask for directions as he was familiar with the place, he just greeted the man and passed a little ‘sum’ towards him. The gate-man collected it and smiled hailing them. As soon as that was done, Mayowa moved without hesitation to his destination, the others following him.

Baba Oluwo’s flat was neatly decorated, with a wonderful Brazilian rug meeting them at the entrance. As custom, everyone removed their shoes and entered. Once inside, they meet a different rug, this time that of Persian origin. The house was lined with marble and the floor was lined with the same material. At the centre of the sitting room, flanked on three sides with cushions and upholstery was a glass table with artifical fruits on it. The interior certainly did not looked like it belonged to a poor man.

As Sunday and Taiwo marveled at the house, Baba Oluwo came out of his room with a Polo shirt and a Calvin Klein jean trousers. He looked so young like he was at his mid-thirties. Sunday recognised the face as one of the lecturers in Physics department.

“Goood afternoon sir.” Sunday said, bowing down. He had almost failed the man’s course, but when he related the situation to Dotun, Dotun told him to keep calm. The next thing he saw was a 71A besides his name. Now he knew what happened.

Mayowa looked at Sunday like he just shot him and turned to Baba Oluwo. “Sorry Baba, he is new to this place.”

“Its okay, I know him before, he took one of my course last semester. So I hear that Dotun has been arrested?”

“Yes Baba, we came here to continue from where he stopped.”

“Are you sure that you are ready for that? Its not just any preparation. Dotun was already half-way. The good thing was that he does not need to be here to complete this part of the preparations, he already had you guys in mind.”

“We are ready sir, thank you sir.”
“Oya, follow me.” He led them to a corridor and to the room at the farthest part of his flat. Normally the door will lead to the back of the house. But he did something a bit strange.
He knocked on the door three times before entering. Sunday thought maybe a female student was there- knowing that he had no wife.

As soon as he opened the door, they could see the back of the house, so they all followed him out. However, they did not land at the back of the house, rather they were in a forest, Baba Oluwo’s clothes were changed to a red wrapper and a black cover cloth, he was holding a stick and was looking very old. Sunday also noticed that all of them were suddenly wearing red trousers.

“Welcome to the gate of hell.” Baba Oluwo said solemnly