THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
The weather was as treacherous as a typical Lagos runs babe. Thunder arrogantly announced itself; the moon receded immediately as though it had been frightened by the vociferous grumble of thunder. A luminous whip of lightning lashed periodically across the grey sky. Torrents of heavy downpour cascaded violently on roofing sheets.
”God will punish Sandra” i cursed under my breath,as the unconcerned rain descended on me without pity. I shot a quick glance at my water resistant watch, it was 7:35pm,i had to be home before my martinet dad rounded up from his favourite beer joint. I plodded awkwardly along the deserted streets of Dolphin estate. My phone suddenly rang, it was Muftar.His voice was drenched in feminity,which i thought was a contradiction to the nature of his herculean physique.
”O boy how did it go? ‘He enquired, i hissed.
‘‘That babe na serious mumu,can you imagine, the spoilt brat abandoned me at the fast food joint just because i couldn’t buy her shawarma” i replied.
He let out a paroxysm of wild laughter ”don’t worry bro,i go arrange another sweet one for you” he mumbled amidst fists of laughter.
I hung up,i didn’t care.All i needed at that instant was to get home before my dad. The rain subsided;the custodians of nature were indeed merciful i thought.I was a few blocks away from my house,the misty smell of rainwater floated through space.My street was empty, NEPA struck. ”Imbeciles!” i muttered. They’d jeopardized my “Butterfly Effect” the interesting movie i hoped to settle down with the moment i got home.My house was in sight,i could perceive the delectable aroma of fresh fish pepper soup as it wafted into my nose,it was definitely from mum’s kitchen.My assumption was gluttonous.
A feeble voice suddenly called out,”uncle, please help me” i paused and listened closely. ‘help me sir’ came the voice again. i moved closer to the child curled up beside a brown wooden kiosk close to my house. ‘What is it” i enquired, ‘where is your house’ ‘But he remained mute, ‘help me’ he whispered. I was moved;the helplessness that trailed his voice overwhelmed me.I moved closer and made an attempt to raise his head. ”Chineke!” i exclaimed and scampered backwards,a cloud of numbness hovered above me like a swarm of houseflies around the head of a fish monger.an avalanche of Goose bumps invaded my body.
The child had the face of a very ugly old woman,and had
The sitting room was drowning in pepper soup aroma; i hurried into the kitchen to meet my mum. ‘Dozie where have you been,and why are you breathing like a she goat in labour?’ she queried.
She asked without turning to look at me.
”Hmmm mummy you won’t believe what i saw beside Iya Kudirat’s kiosk just now.”
‘‘What was it?” she responded calmly, ”did it look like
”Jesus!” i exclaimed and stormed out of the house like a banshee.
Written by EdozienSley.