Buried Daughter, Unfinished Hide-and-Seek / Chapter 2: Baba for Junction
Buried Daughter, Unfinished Hide-and-Seek

Buried Daughter, Unfinished Hide-and-Seek

Author: Timothy Perry

Chapter 2: Baba for Junction

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Everything start because my son wan marry, so me and my wife go see one baba wey dey look future.

The baba house dey for junction near market, with chalk sign for door and red cloth hang for top. Everywhere dey smell of burnt frankincense and ogogoro. Me and Morayo hold our slippers for hand so dust no go enter, and my son dey front dey follow us drag leg.

At first, we just wan make the baba help us choose better day for the wedding, but after the man finish him calculation, he look us serious:

His eyes clear like person wey see market thief. He tap his chest twice, nod head, the way elders dey greet for our side. He knock him staff for ground, clear throat, and talk, "You get pikin wey never come house for many years? Something no pure."

As I hear that one, my heart skip one beat.

Na so fear catch me, my throat dry. My mind begin race. Keke picture flash for my mind, the way she dey smile with gap teeth.

I sharply look my wife eye.

Morayo no fit hide her feeling—she eyes wide, mouth shake small. She just dey rub her hand together like person wey dey knead fufu.

From the way her face change small, I know say she dey think the same thing as me.

Her lips move but no sound come out. For that moment, we just dey communicate with eye, old wound dey open.

The baba talk again: "For wedding, the whole family suppose gather. If anybody still dey miss, wahala fit happen if una still do am."

He look us one by one, him voice low but strong. My son just dey look ground, he no understand wetin baba mean. For our side, we dey shiver.

"Which kind wahala?" my wife rush ask.

Her voice high, she nearly forget say na baba house we dey. She dey fear bad omen, and I see say she dey sweat for forehead.

"No ask that one. Just know say e no good at all."

The baba voice get finality, like when principal dey dismiss assembly. We no fit push am further, so we just nod.

"You get daughter too?"

I nod. "Yes, but..."

I no fit finish, my throat choke. Baba just raise hand make I no talk.

"Na so. I fit see say your daughter really wan come house. Tsk tsk... this your pikin, e get strong head."

He shake head, click tongue, like old men wey dey gist for evening.

The baba words confuse me.

My body cold. I look Morayo, she face pale. For my mind, I dey reason: this one na spiritual matter? Or na just talk wey baba dey talk to make us fear?

My daughter don die since twenty years. How she go wan come house, and how she take get 'strong head'?

I try remember if her spirit don ever disturb us before. I dey wonder if na time to go carry pastor for deliverance.

The baba add: "Since olden days, dead suppose dey for ground, living suppose come house. If you wan make the wedding go well, make sure nothing spoil. Go house first. When everybody gather, come meet me again to choose the date."

He talk am with the kind authority wey nobody fit argue. The air for the room thick. Our son just dey look us, no understand the matter.

The baba stand gidigba, so we just carry ourself go house.

No time for extra talk. We just thank am, drop small offering for the shrine, and waka go our car. For my mind, I dey pray say make wahala no follow us go.

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