The Choice (chapter 23)

Sarah apologized to her mother-in-law for having been rude but insisted on not doing any ritual. Femi spoke to his mother to let Sarah alone. Mama Faronbi consented.

She had reported the matter to Baba Fagbami, and he had told her to keep calm and watch the turnout of events. Sarah was excited that she’d had her way. The euphoria of her victory bounced off her. Sarah stepped out of the kitchen, a kettle of hot water in her hand. She walked into the bathroom and poured some hot water into a bucket of cold water, checking the water in the bucket with her free hand to know if it had reached her desired temperature. Satisfied, Sarah left the bathroom and returned the kettle to the kitchen.

She gathered her baby’s things—soap, clothes, socks, diapers, combs, and skincare products. She walked into the room. Her baby was sleeping in his cot beside the bed. She lifted him out of the cot. “Hello, handsome. Wake up; it’s time to bath,” Sarah said to her baby as though he could understand her. She undressed the baby, wrapped him with a towel, and took him to the bathroom. Sarah sat on a low stool. She positioned Joseph in the large bowl before her and began to bathe him. She washed his head first and cleaned his face. She was washing his body when he started jerking. Sarah thought he wasn’t well-positioned and tried to adjust the bowl. But Joseph continued to jerk, his eyes bulgy. His skin began to go cold against her hands. Sarah’s heart skittered. It wasn’t her imagination. It was real. Something was wrong with the child. She lifted him out of the bowl, wrapped him with a towel, and ran into the room.

Sarah remembered Femi had left for work. She ran towards the guest room where her mother-in-law stayed. She knocked on the door, jittering, the baby in her hand. “Mama, please open the door. Please,” Sarah said and knocked on the door again. Mama Faronbi rose from the bed and walked to the door. She opened the door slightly. “What is the problem?” she said, eying Sarah. Emergency tears ran out of Sarah’s eyes. “Please, check him for me. Please,” Sarah said and tried to hand the baby to her mother-in-law. Mama Faronbi stepped back. “Remember, I was the witch who wanted to roast you and your son for dinner. Please, I don’t want to have anything to do with you before you accuse me of rubbing a charm on your son.” “Mama, please, for God’s sake. See how he’s acting,” Sarah said, showing the child to Mama Faronbi.

“Ah! This child is almost gone.” Mama Faronbi ran back into the room. She upturned a bag and searched the content strewing over the floor. She picked a black container. “Remove the towel at once,” Mama Faronbi screamed. Sarah obeyed, weeping. Joseph was limp at this point. Mama Faronbi took the baby and went into the room. Sarah followed. Mama Faronbi took some of the content of the container and rubbed it on the baby’s body. “Ero. Ero pese. Fakoro pakoro, the child of the night thunder. When the thunder strikes, you rejoice, for the sound of thunder is music to your swift feet. It wouldn’t rain, for if it rained, the clothes of Faku, your ancestor, would be drenched.

Who dared search the eyes of Faku whenever he was drenched in the rain? Fire in his eyes, kola nut on his tongue, banana leaves in his hands, that was how your ancestors won battles. The bird that tweeted in Faku’s path was crushed, the snake that crossed his path was roasted, and the pregnant woman that abused Faku never delivered. You’re the son of seven pepper, seven stones, seven pots, and seven wonders. You’re the direct son of Faku. Fatele, open your eyes; it is your descendant’s wife that is calling you,” Mama Faronbi chanted. Colour returned to Joseph’s skin. And vigor returned to his bones and muscles. He turned his head sideways and began to cry, his hands and legs raised in the air. Mama Faronbi smiled. “Kare lai. Well done. Baba oko mi.

You have done well,” she said. Sarah watched in astonishment. Her eyelids fluttered. Mama Faronbi stared at her. She twisted her lips and hissed. “You. You don’t have anti-nausea drugs, and you’re eating cockroaches. Don’t you know you can’t handle the battle you have declared?” Sarah stared at her mother-in-law wordlessly. “You had better prepare yourself. Tonight, you must

complete Fatele’s ‘welcome ritual.’ Unfortunately, the drummer has changed the beat. Baba Fagbami said you must go to the farthest market from the house on foot. And you must not try to use any means of transportation apart from your legs since the ritual has been delayed due to your disobedience,” Mama Faronbi said. Sarah sighed tears in her eyes. “You can still choose not to do what you have to do. The next time this boy gets to the gate of the other world, he won’t return.

So get that straight from the beginning,” Mama Faronbi said. Sarah could only nod. She didn’t want to lose her son. She took the child, thanked Mama Faronbi, and returned to her room. Sarah sat on the bed and wept. Why did Femi’s ancestor have to come as her own son? Why couldn’t he find another route of coming into the world? She hissed.

To be continued...

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