They were caught before they ran for long. Bami tried to fight them off but he was no match for six hefty men. He was easily overpowered and they were blindfolded, gagged and had their hands tied.
As much as bami wanted to stay behind, he wanted the best for his daughter. He chose her safety over her academics. He was surprised Ade was able to find him after almost ten years.
“We don’t look alike.”
“Nifemi, not all daughters look like their fathers. You are the perfect replica of your mother. Would you have preferred to look like me, a man who is ugly, to begin with?”
She laughed “No, bami.” She knew the market woman was lying. Of course, bami is her father.
Nifemi avoided Nike and Tolani. She didn’t want their mother to do anything to them on her account, although she could not stop worrying over the things she overheard their mother saying. She moved around with Olumide instead.
“She has dysgraphia.”
“What?! I don’t understand.”
“It’s a condition where someone who is considered normal intellectually, has difficulty writing although in some cases not all, it affects intellectual ability.”
Nifemi’s teacher grabbed her chest. “How expensive is the cure?”
“There is none. However……. ”
“What caused it?!”
“There is no known cause. Probably someone in her family was or is suffering from it. Just calm down. Once we meet her parents we can find a way to work around it.”
The teacher whispered in the doctor’s ear. The doctor looked at Nifemi and sighed.
Bami sent Olumide home, he was just trying to help his friend in the way he thought was best. He only gave him a little warning. Nifemi’s head was bent, she looked so much like Abike. Was this how Abike started, avoiding the truth before finding the courage to do it. He would take her to the priest. He was sure it was the circumstances surrounding her birth and the way he left. He could not tell that to the teacher. Most of these educated people look down on traditional worship.
Bami gave Nifemi the permission to go to Olumide’s house especially because of the food his mother was preparing. Neither she nor bami could cook well, so she was delighted. However, when Olumide’s mother asked her if she wanted to eat, she said no until she was persuaded so as to not seem as if she wanted it.
Nifemi ran as fast as she could, almost stumbling on the way. Her little nine-year-old body struggling to keep up with her excitement. Every Friday she went to the market side to watch cars entering and leaving the village, as people travel more during the weekend so she specifically chose Friday so she could see enough to last her for the week. So every Friday after leaving the community school she attended, she ran to the market side to watch cars because the car park was too far and bami wouldn’t allow her to go that far. She always made sure she got home before her father. That was the agreement they made.