Part 2: Baba Said (The Offering of a Writer's Block Sufferer)!

When he lifted his head and looked with the corner of his eye, he discovered the eyes were no longer there. Surprised, he scanned the counters. Their eyes met as soon as he discovered her, and he hissed aloud and turned his head.

When he scanned the place again, she was gone. He almost whistled aloud in relief.

In two seconds, he tried to decide whether to run or wait. He decided on the latter, strengthening himself with the fact that he was a man. He frowned heavily and hoped she would get the message.

"You see say ya wife don go, abi?” The man to his right aptly said. Benji even smiled at him.

However, when Benji got to the bank’s gate, a strange voice stopped him.

"Excuse me… excuse me, please…” he heard. The staccato tone made him turn because he could not tie it with the woman’s face. But, it was her. The eyes. It seemed she had been waiting for him. She smiled as she moved quickly towards him.

"Baba said it’s you o," she said as soon as she got to him, her staccato voice mixed with obvious excitement made her sound like a character from a nightmare. But what made Benji open his mouth was what she had said. He had certainly not expected that.

"Excuse me?” he said, thinking quickly that he must be witnessing the beginnings of lunaticism.

"Are you not an Igbo boy?" she looked down at his trousers. “Are you not wearing black jeans? Ah, Baba said it," she chuckled to herself.

"Benji was sure she was going irredeemably mad. He certainly did not want to be her first victim. He began to turn to leave. One gateman briskly walked towards them.

"Please, you will have to go outside... no loitering,” he said as he pointed to a wooden white post with said statement.

Benji was first to get outside, he was about to cross the road when the woman held unto his arm.

"Will you get your hands off me, you mad woman," he yelled and people stopped to look.

"Please, let’s not create a scene," the woman implored quietly, looking worriedly at him. "Just hear me out, abeg."

Benji determined to hear what she had to say, since she seemed so anxious about it.

"So, what’s it? Look, I don’t have time!” he said harshly.

"You see, Baba… one Baba told me I would see the man that would be my husband this week… that he is Igbo and he’ll be wearing black jeans… and,” she had been looking down all the while, but she looked at him now, excitement in her eyes,  “that’s why I said Baba said it’s you.”

Benji was sure that she was mad, and even if she was not, that she was some dumb, desperate woman who had been played on by a charlatan. He was sure if she really looked around well she would see several Igbo men wearing black jeans trousers.

"The lunatic was talking to herself now, and Benji thought it was the right time to escape.

"It has to be you Baba was talking about…you are Igbo, I noticed the accent when you greeted the man you sat beside, and even the way you look… and it’s already Saturday …Baba said…”

Benji was rushing blindly to cross the road, hoping only to get away from the lunatic. He did not even see the car that hit him.

When he came to, he heard the staccato voice muttering about how he ought to get well for her. But he refused to open his eyes. He knew that he was in a hospital. He simply did not want to see her. He wondered if his fiancée would still be in the house now, wondering why he had not returned from the bank since morning. He wondered if she had even tried to call him on his cell phone. The phone ought to be in his wallet, but he could not open his eyes for the life of him.

He felt so helpless under the intensity of her gaze, even now that his eyes were close.

He felt so helpless that he could not stop the tears from slipping between his shut lids. The woman wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of her hand and smiled broadly.