Drinking One’s Own Poison (2)
Continued from last week saturday.
SHE was raging like a wounded bull. It was her natural disposition to be hot-tempered and angry every time. Even the Yoruba god of thunder and lightning, Shango, that spewed fire from his mouth like a volcano, wasn’t as virulent and wicked in temper as Mama Aro.
“Grandma, to be sincere with you, I haven’t eaten anything this afternoon and I have done all that is required of me,” Aro replied, “when I am hungry for long it gives me headache mama, please give me my meal,” he said gently.
“That very headache you just mentioned is what will kill you! You rotten, bad and naughty boy!” Mama Aro roared in a harsh, high-pitched voice. She was fuming with unmitigated anger.
“I said you’ll die of headache, you nasty numbskull! You’ll die of headache, I repeat by the power of the evil Sopona!”
Mama Aro cursed and was boiling with rage.
Within the next few minutes, Aro put his hand on his head and started screaming of pains in the head. The young boy moved closer to his grandmother in tears, and he was crying of excruciating headache. Mama Aro shrugged her shoulders, shunned the young boy and looked the other way. Aro cried of persistent and painful sensation in his head for two agonizing hours but his grandma turned deaf ears to him as he continued to wail miserably. Suddenly, the boy collapsed and died a painful death while foaming through the mouth.
Mama Aro didn’t sympathise or show any sign of remorse. He called the attention of the boy’s mum, Ajibike, and the poor boy was buried like a hunter would bury an old, useless dog. No one dared protest. Who can dare face the lion in its den? Ajibike had resigned herself to fate. There was nothing she could do. She was totally afraid of Mama Aro, as if she was a demigod.
The following week Mama Aro started threatening her tenants to vacate all the rooms and pack out. It’s not an easy thing to get a new accommodation just like that; so all her tenants begged her to give them more time to look for accommodation. This didn’t go down well with the hot-tempered woman. She had made up her mind to forcefully eject them out of the house.
“If all of you won’t pack out in the next few weeks I’ll show you pepper,” she hollered that sunny afternoon. Whenever she was angry and had something bad in mind to do, no one could placate her. She continued: “I’ll let you all know that I can be very mean and poisonous like the scorpion and the Puff Adder,” she further threatened and she meant every bit of what she said. Her tenants lived in utter fear of her erratic and warlike nature. Mama Aro was definitely the queen of wickedness and her heart was full of poisonous venom.
Two weeks later she started dumping bucketful of human faeces or shit inside the well the whole tenants were using for domestic chores and for cooking. Life became unbearable and hard for her tenants as they resorted to walking long distance to get water with which to cook, bathe and for other domestic purposes.
To be concluded next week.