The City Heroes Page 4

“I always have a good day,” I replied, nodding.

  The old woman smiled faintly. “I trust you, my boy. Your meal is on the dining table. Make sure you eat it immediately, before it gets cold.”

  “Thank you, Grandma.”

  “I can’t remember the last time I checked your cage. Let me see how many birds you have caught,” she said.

  I faked a yawn. “I don’t have the entire forest of birds in my cage. I only have one bird!” I replied. I scratched my head and turned away.

  “Let me see,” she insisted.

  I was not ready to grant her wish. I could not imagine how I would present such a creature in the cage when expectations were so high. The day was not as good as I had boasted earlier. So, I crossed my arms over body and stood in the middle of the room staring at her. But my petty trick did not work. Sensing that something was fishy, the old woman took a deep breath and moved nearer, “My little hunter, if I am pleased with what you have in your cage, I will start your tomorrow in a bright way!” She spoke with a harmless look on her face.

  “Really? What will you give me?” I asked. Though I was excited, I felt as though she was trying to deceive me.

  “Don’t doubt me, Otok. I won’t deceive you, because a grandmother’s compassion is sweet and safe.” She smiled as if she were unable to hurt a fly.

  I sighed and pondered her words. Convinced that she would keep her promise, I moved to a corner beside my bed and returned to her with the cage and the little bird inside it. She moved forward and grabbed the cage. After staring at my bird for some minutes, she swallowed hard. I turned away because I was not impressed with my effort that day.

  She moved nearer and gave me a pat on the back. “Otok, you have done well. You remind me of your grandfather. He was a great hunter, and despite his greatness, he did not know how to hunt until he was older than you are now. To be a hunter at your age is fantastic. If I may ask, what do you want to do with this bird?”

  “I want to eat it!” I replied and crossed my arms over my body.

  “Ah!” she exclaimed and led me to the bed. As we sat on my bed, she crossed her hand over my shoulder and kissed my head. “My boy, you can’t eat this poor creature. Can’t you see that it is just learning how to fly? Besides, birds like this are very hard for a little boy to keep. You may wake up one morning and find it dead.”

  I sneezed as I glanced at the poor creature. The bird was indeed too small. Then I turned to her and asked, “So, what do you want me to do?” My voice was as soft as the savannah breeze.

  “Take it back to the forest and let it go,” my grandmother suggested.

  It was a hard decision to follow. “After toiling all day, my bird will have to go!” I exclaimed.

  She knew that I was not happy with what she’d said. She rubbed my head with her palm and said, “Don’t worry, my servants will slaughter a goat for you tomorrow morning. At least a roasted goat is better than the poor creature in your cage.”

  “Yes,” I replied and nodded.

  Then she took a deep breath and turned her face toward the ceiling. As I read her lips, I knew she had something more to say. “Otok, there is something important that we must discuss.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Now that your school is resuming next week, I will miss you,” she disclosed as she frowned a bit.

  I gave her a huge embrace. “I will miss you too, Grandma. When is my father coming to pick me up?”

  “Tomorrow afternoon. But before he arrives, you will have eaten your roasted goat.”

  “That’s my grandma! I can’t wait to have it.” I pressed a kiss on her right cheek and made a loud popping sound with it.

  “Good. Your dinner is on the dining table,” she said smiling, and moved away.

  CHAPTER 4

  A New Day

  As our friend the morning walked briskly into brightness, and a cockerel sounded, I woke up with a start. I let out a yawn that took some time to mix with the air, and then my mind began to work. There was so much to achieve this morning. And I must get everything done before my father arrived. My holiday was over and I must return to school. Without wasting time, I got to my feet and began to prepare for my leave. My shirt was dampened with sweat. Since the shirt was the least of my worries, I did not bother about changing it. I took my pair of boots from underneath the bed and put them on.

  Then I moved to a corner in my room and grabbed my cage. I was glad to see that the little bird was still alive. As I stared at the poor creature, thoughts flooded my mind. I thought about sneaking away to the forest so I might have a final forest adventure before my father came to collect me and that when I got there, all I would need to do was to find a comfortable place under the shade of a tree, roast the bird and eat it. On the other hand, the thought of killing the bird troubled my mind. When I remembered what my grandmother had said, the thought of killing the poor creature died within me. I grabbed the cage and brought out the bird. Before the creature could blink, I raced out of the house and faced the field as if my own survival depended upon it.

  After covering a good distance, I found myself in the forest. The boughs of the trees danced and bowed to the sweet movement of the morning breeze. Spiders hung on the beautiful bushes, their fine webs waiting for fortune to smile on their bravery. Also, birds dropped from the trees to snatch a bit of breakfast from the restaurant of the earth. I was breathing heavily when I stopped running. It was time to let the little creature go. As I heard beautiful tunes from the birds from all corners of the forest, like musicians thrilling their guests at a banquet, I was moved and let the poor soul find its way back into the forest. I moved next to an almond tree and placed the bird on one of the branches. The creature looked at me as it adjusted, and a warm smile paraded across my face. I turned and moved away. I had gone some distance before I glanced behind me, and I was glad to see that the bird had joined its friends.

  By the time I got home, my grandmother was already at the gate. A frown hung on her neck like an Olympic medal. As I drew near, she posed a question: “Where have you been, Otok?” Her voice sounded like thunder.

  “THE BIRD!” I responded with a quivering voice.

  She lowered her spectacles and snarled. “What bird at this time of the day?”

  “I took the little bird back to the forest.”

  She crossed her arms over her body. “But it is too early.”

  “If I had not gone early, I would not have had time to release the bird before my father arrives.”

  She pondered my words and smiled as if she’d never had a bad day. “You might be right. But always let someone know where you are going before you leave the house.” After dishing out her advice, she fixed her large innocent eyes on me and a warm smile spread over her face. “Your breakfast is ready,” she declared.

  I threw my weight on one leg and replied, “Thank you, Grandma. But what about the roasted goat you promised me?”

  She raised an eyebrow and responded, “My servants are up to their responsibilities. Come, let us have a party!”

  Rivers of joy flowed through my soul. Quietly, I followed her into the compound. She was true to her words. By the time we got to the dining table, the atmosphere was like a party. As expected, there were a few slices of bread, lemon tea and the roasted goat!

  I ate quietly, for anything short of that would have displeased my grandmother. (She’d always said to me that it was not good to talk while eating.) And even before I’d finished eating, she had made ready my luggage, and one of her servants was ordered to make sure that I was well dressed.

  After the morning meal, there was still something missing. The urge to go and hunt for the last time hit me with a dreadful sting. So I carried myself to my grandmother who was cleaning cobwebs from the corners in her room.

  “Grandma,” I said, “Please, I want to hunt for the last time.”

  She brushed a cobweb out of her hair and turned toward me. She lowered her spectacles and looked above them. “What d
o you mean, Otok?”

  “I won’t stay long,” I told her.

  She stared at me for a while. After a time, she sighed deeply. “I will let you go because you have learned your lesson. But don’t stay too long.”

  “I won’t. Thank you, Grandma.”

  Before she could blink, I’d left the room. I got my trap and raced to the field. Arriving, I noticed that birds covered the field like a pasture clothed with flocks. Then I set the trap and hid behind one of the trees. I had barely hidden myself when I heard a sound. All the birds flew away except the one in my trap. I ran with excitement towards the poor creature. Happy that I’d finally snared a bird, I grabbed the creature and raced home. My grandmother was happy and ordered one of her servants to slaughter the bird. Immediately the meal was set, and I told my grandmother I would reserve a portion for my father, and she agreed.

  At mid-day, my grandmother gave me two shirts, two pairs of trousers and a pair of boots, and I felt as if I were the greatest human on earth. As I admired my new clothes on the veranda, one of the servants raced into the compound and announced that my father had arrived. Before the servant could finish talking, my father had entered the premises. His movements were confident, as if he had just won a lottery. He was dressed in native attire and hid his lips under a heavy line of moustache. He had no time to spare. After lunch with my grandparents, at which my roasted fowl was served, we left the countryside in the company of my grandparents and two servants. When we got to the park, we boarded a vehicle that was bound for the city.

  There is no one I miss more than my grandmother. As she waited at the park until our vehicle rolled gently away, we waved goodbye to her. And certainly, my next holiday was better imagined.

  STRANGER ON THE FARM

  CHAPTER 1

  The Thief

  The farmer was distraught that eggs had been stolen from his farm. He had tried to catch the thief, but he had failed.

  The farmer, who was called Ajayi, had just lain down to rest after checking the farm to see if there was any trouble. But the farmer’s rest was cut short by a noise that came from the area where the poultry were kept. Ajayi jumped to his feet and wiped his face with the back of his hands, as if he had only dozed off for a minute! He grabbed his torch and flashed it beside his bed where he kept his cutlass. Then he grabbed the cutlass and ran out of the room, leaving the door wide open. He faced the farm with good speed, shining the torch in the direction of the noise. Anger shone on his face as he ran.

  Sensing danger and hearing footsteps coming his way, the thief grabbed the basket of eggs and raced to a tree near the fence. Before the old man could reach the farm, the thief had climbed the fence and descended by the ladder that he’d propped against the wall. Touching the earth, he heaved a sigh of relief and looked about to make sure that no eye was watching. Then he placed the basket on the ground and brought down the ladder. Happy that he had not been caught, the thief smiled. He placed the basket on his head then took up the ladder and moved into the shadows.

  Ajayi was sad when he got to the farm, because over half his eggs were gone. With the torchlight, he traced the footprints of the thief to the almond tree. He surmised that the thief must have climbed the tree and gone the other way. He hissed as he returned to the building, and slammed the door behind him.

  After he had dropped the torch and cutlass on the table, Ajayi sat on the bed with hand to chin, gazing at the ceiling. Weariness weighed upon him, and he knew he must get some rest in order to face the morning. He climbed into bed and settled himself under the soothing weight of the cover.

  CHAPTER 2

  A New Day

  It was early but buyers were already at the farm to buy eggs. But the eggs were not enough, and some people had to go elsewhere. The farmer was sad. So he went under a shade tree to milk a cow. As he worked silently, an old friend walked in. Smiling faintly, the visitor, Mr. Bode, posed a question: “Great farmer, how are you?” He sat on the chair beside his friend and crossed his legs.

  “Fine, my brother,” Ajayi replied. He masked his anger with a smile and got back to work.

  “You are always busy, Ajayi. How is your family?”

  There was no answer.

  Sensing that his friend was unhappy, Bode sat up and asked, “What is wrong, Ajayi?”

  Ajayi rose to his feet. “Last night my eggs were stolen!” he hissed and turned away.

  “You mean a thief visited your farm last night?” Mr. Bode shook his head. “What a wicked world! Did you catch the thief?”

  “No, he escaped before I could catch him,” Mr. Ajayi told his friend.

  Bode crossed his arms over his body. “You have been complaining about this thief for a long time,” he said and coughed. “It is now a bone in your neck.”

  “Yes, but I will have my way—someday!” Ajayi spoke confidently as their eyes met.

  Bode nodded. “Oh, you will. Everyday is for the thief, but one day is for the owner of the house. If I may ask, how do you intend to stop the thief?”

  Ajayi sighed deeply. He glanced at his guest, who was anxiously awaiting a response. But since he was not ready to reveal his plans, he replied, “I don’t have any plan in my head yet.”

  “This is not your best of times,” the visitor confided. “But perhaps…”

  “Please tell me,” Ajayi insisted.

  “Perhaps your workers have a hand in this!” Bode speculated. He raised an eyebrow.

  Mr. Ajayi pondered his words. Not convinced, he turned to his friend and replied, “I trust my workers. They don’t steal!”

  The visitor chuckled and commented, “You sound like a man under a spell.”

  “Really?”

  “You are a businessman, Ajayi. Don’t get me wrong: I did not mean to say that it is a crime to trust people. But a friend by day could be an enemy by night.”

  Ajayi remained skeptical but conceded, “I will watch closely to see if I have a thief among them.”

  Then there was silence.

  A moment later, Tolu, one of Mr. Ajayi’s workers, walked in. “Sir, tomorrow will be a great day!” he announced with a warm smile.

  Ajayi and his guest exchanged a glance. The farmer sat up and asked, “What do you mean, Tolu?”

  “The laying hens are doing well. We have over seven crates of eggs now!” Tolu disclosed.

  Mr. Ajayi smiled faintly. “Good! I will tell you what to do as soon as we are through with work today.”

  “Okay sir,” Tolu replied with a bow and moved away.

  As soon as the worker had left, Mr. Bode tapped his friend on the shoulder and asked, “What do you want to tell the lad?”

  “Tolu is a good worker. I want to give him some money. A good worker deserves a bonus,” he explained.

  Mr. Bode nodded quietly and said, “That’s a good idea. That will make him work even harder.” Then he rose to his feet. “My friend, I must leave now. You know my wife is pregnant. We expect our baby any moment now.”

  Mr. Ajayi nodded. “You must remain close to your wife. You have always had male children. A female child will be a treasure this time!”

  “Yes, that is my fondest wish.”

  The farmer walked his visitor to the gate. As soon as he was gone, Ajayi slammed the gate behind him. He stood staring at the beautiful earth, lost in his thought. After a time, he swallowed hard and walked toward the shade.

  CHAPTER 3

  The Farm

  When it was evening, the workers called it a day and went home. But Ajayi and Tolu stayed back. When it was dinnertime, they had a good time at the dining table.

  When the meal was over, Ajayi rose from the table and wiped his hand with a handkerchief. He drank another glass of water and then collected his torch. Flashing the light about, he smiled faintly. Then he turned to Tolu, who was still at the table and said, “You are a good cook! But now we have a task to perform. Meet me at the poultry pen.”

  “Okay sir,” Tolu responded after swallowing a final morsel.


  The old farmer walked quietly to the farm, all the while flashing the torch about. When he got to the poultry, he was glad that there were enough eggs to sell the next day. But before his worker joined him, Mr. Ajayi gathered all the eggs into crates. As soon as Tolu got there, Mr. Ajayi asked him to carry the crate of eggs to the cottage.

  Without wasting time, the young man carried the eggs and asked with a smile, “Sir, do you think the thief will visit tonight?”

  “I just want to be a step ahead of him. We have two more things to do before we go to bed. I hope that won’t be too much for you?”

  “Oh no,” he replied.

  As the young man turned to go, the farmer said, “Don’t worry, Tolu. You will have a day off tomorrow.”

  “Yes thank you, sir,” he replied.

  “Remind me to pay you for tonight’s work before you leave tomorrow,” Ajayi added with a grin.

  Tolu nodded as he walked toward the building. Mr. Ajayi looked on, smiling faintly as the worker faded into the warm hands of the night. Happy that the eggs were safe, he sighed and flashed his torch and moved on. As the farmer moved about, he made sure the farm was in a good state. The fowl, pigs and goats were safe, and he wished they were always so.

  After a time, Tolu joined him to inspect the livestock. As they got to the pigsty, Mr. Ajayi hinted, “Tolu, I do have a feeling that the thief will visit tonight.”

  “Then we must stop him!”

  Mr. Ajayi nodded and said, “Yes, we must. But I don’t know how to catch the thief. Do you have any idea?”

  “Such people are clever and hard to crack,” Tolu stated and crossed his arms over his body.

  “The only idea I have is to stay awake all night. At intervals, we can walk round the farm to check if everything is in order. If that does not work, then I will hire a guard.”

  “That’s not a bad idea. But if you intend to stay awake all night, it must not be in the room.”