Oladejo Okediji, 1929-2019.
Death knocked on the door, ko ko ko ko; ko ko ko ko.
Death: It’s not my fault. It’s just a job. This is what I’m paid to do.
Baba: I understand. Do it. Let’s get it over with.
Death: (Hesitating). Isn’t there anybody you need to call before I do this?
Baba: There is no need getting Etisalat involved in this business. Just do it.
Death: But you can use MTN, Glo, Airtel, Visafone….
Baba: (Interrupting Death) Does Visafone still operate in Nigeria?
Death: I think so. You can google it. May I sit down for a minute. Your room looks really cool.
Baba: I’m not your friend. But I can offer you a drink if you want.
Death: No, I don’t drink. Last time I drank, I got tipsy and forgot to kill the fellow.
She lived to be 120 before I could return to her house again. How old are you?
Baba: I’m ninety.
Death: Ninety is a good time to go, my friend. You are still hale and hearty. You sound coherent,
even articulate. I was going to knock last night, but I didn’t want to disturb you because
you were intimate with your young wife.
Baba: Ha, ha, ha, ha. You are just jealous. I bet you don’t have a wife.
Death: That’s not funny.
Baba: Ok. Let’s do it now.
Death: I hate to do this. Sit on your bed. Close your eyes. Stretch out your hand. Smile. Let’s go.
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