The Invalid Citizen And Other Stories. Foraine Amukoyo Gift

The Invalid Citizen And Other Stories - Foraine Amukoyo Gift


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in Godere. The youths passionately carry out this custom to compel people to build houses in their villages and build business industries that will enable the village develop into a town. Your father wished for a burial ground in his father’s house,and as he wanted, we shall fulfill his wish. It was his desire. I guess comfort is not your only reason for these dreadful shows you are putting on. You talk like a king and act like an ordinary palace guard otherwise you can postpone your father’s burial until you build a grand hotel or motel!” Ovie looked at his uncle with contempt and stormed out of the town hall.

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      On the day of the burial, the youths of Godere hired a lorry to Apele. Ovie had brought police to safeguard the corpse in the mortuary. The irate youths charmed the police officers and collected their guns. The force men were fixated while the youths entered the mortuary and carried the casket.

      They put the coffin in a car and released the police officers from the spell. They gave the police officers heavy slaps on the cheeks and kicks on the buttocks.

      “This is a fair warning never to intrude on the activities of Godere youths. We will spare your lives. It is the solemn day of our brother’s funeral rite. Count one another lucky because our battle is not with you but with that misguided child of the deceased,” said the youth leader. He made a threatening move and the police officers scampered out of his way.

      The youths gave the police officers menacing look before they got into the vehicle. The police officers ran into different hideouts until they zoomed off.

      The Police Inspector of the squad was new to the locale. His junior officers had resisted the task to guard the corpse but he had threatened them with their jobs.

      “Oga, now you see what we had told you. Nobody messes with Godere youths,” a Sergeant said. He saluted the Police Inspector. The Inspector wiped dotted sweat off his forehead.

      In many disputes, that Godere community was involved peacekeepers did not interfere. Any Security Commander posted to the area always mounted pressure to get transfer. When situations went awry, it was not easy to restore peace in the community. The peacekeepers always stayed in the outskirt of the community. They feared the clash between communities could crush them overnight if they rested in their temporal quarters.

      The youths drove to their relative’s mansion in Apele. They disseminated tents, toppled chairs, and tables. Some of them carted away with the foods and drinks. The burial took place in Godere.

      Ovie was furious at the turn of event. He slammed his palm on the wall, “Damn! I cannot believe they easily carted away with my father’s corpse.”

      His friend clasped him on the shoulder, “their potency was mightier, Ovie, let it be. Let your father’s soul find rest. You have troubled his body enough. I think we should go to the village and apologise.”

      Ovie brushed his hand aside, “Dave, you bother over little things. My father has not been buried, they dare not.”

      “Were you deaf when uncle Mamus said he witnessed the burial? Were you blind when he showed us pictures of the ceremony? Ovie get this straight, they have put your father in the ground and covered him with dust. It is over.”

      “No, it is not over. We shall exhume his body and bury him where he belongs.”

      “I think you’ve gone mad. It is so hot in here,” Dave went to the bar and fixed himself a glass of juice with ice cubes.

      “I am not. However, I will be. I will be mad if we do not do right by my father.”

      “Forget it Ovie, your father is resting in Godere, peacefully. We will go and apologise.”

      “We will get his body. Come on, Dave, we have to do this. You promised you got my back on this.”

      “Well, I have reached my final limits to that selfless oath I took. Count me out on this one,” Dave sipped his drink.

      “You can take the first flight back to the city,” Ovie said. “I shall do it myself.” Dave cocked an eyebrow.

      Ovie’s mother walked in, “you will do no such thing. Son, what is wrong with you. Was this how your father and I raised you? For goodness sake, what has come over you? Stop this madness please.”

      Ovie pointed at his mother, “You are a traitor for going over to Godere for his burial. Stay out of this, mother. You will not meddle in my affairs.”

      “This is my late husband you are raving about. I will not be silent and watch you disregard your father. Let him rest in peace. What is so special about burying him here? You will honour your father’s request. His last wish was to rest in Godere despite your insistence.”

      “Everybody should stay clear of my decisions. I will not hesitate to crush anyone that comes in the way.”

      His mother stood close to him, their faces inches apart, “where were you when Godere youths were at their best, coward.”

      “Mother, you will not taunt me in that manner. Do not dare me.”

      Mamus walked in, “Ovie, do not talk to your mother that way,” he said.

      Her tone softened. “Calm down, my son. Your father was a traditionalist, and his clan has given him the burial rites that accorded his faith. You should apologise to your relatives. They shall grant you the honour of completing the final rites.”

      “That will be over my dead body. I shall bury my father the way I want.”

      “Ovie, you talk like an insane man,” she thundered.

      “Oh, just shut up, mother.”

      “Ovie, watch your utterances.” His uncle gave him a slap, “she is my sister, your mother and your father’s widow.”

      The force of the slap moved Ovie’s face sideway. It took a while before Ovie turned his neck and faced his uncle. He flexed his shoulder. “Uncle, you slapped me?” he asked unbelievably.

      “Yes, and believe me, I will slap you countless times if you say another disrespectful word to your mother. I have endured your nonsense for this long because you are my nephew, but no more. I thought your behaviour was born out of the frustration of losing your father. I looked upon you as a child with some tantrums, oh, Ovie; I forgot you are no more a child. I must look like a fool for supporting you all these while. I tried to convince you it is the way of your father’s people to bury him according to custom.” Ovie shook his head. He bowed to his mother and left the house.

      Dave could not look at Ovie’s mother. He went into the room and returned with his bag, “I am sorry, please forgive me ma. I will leave for the city at once.” He left the house to take a commercial bus.

      In the midnight, Ovie took some men to evacuate his father’s coffin and buried it in Apele. Day and night, there was sorrowful cry of an adult man. This made the neighbours lost sleep. They requested Ovie and his family to come to their house and find out the mystery.

      “I have played the oracle; it says your father’s spirit is restless at where he was buried,” said Mamus.

      “I said it. I said my father should not be buried in the village.” Ovie fervently said.

      “Shut up. Your father’s spirit is not restless in Godere. Someone removed his body from his grave. Ovie, your father’s spirit desire to be back in his root, someone removed your father’s body and put that of a dead stranger. His soul cries in Godere. He said whoever exhumed his body should bring it back to its rightful place.”

      Ovie‘s mother turned on him with suspicion, “Ovie, where have you kept his body?”

      “I do not know, you should ask his relatives. Ask them if they took the body from the morgue and buried it in Godere or if they did something else with your husband’s body.”

      His mother slapped him. “Ovie, tell us what you have done with your father’s body?”

      “I said I do not know. Do you people want to force a lie out of my mouth?” Ovie shouted.

      A thunderous slap landed on Ovie’s cheek. It was his mother that slapped him, “Tell me where my husband


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