“Hello ma. Hello! Hello!”
She threw her hands up in frustration. She had to do something. His mother sounded a little bit emotional. But the network was very horrible! She tried calling her husband without success. She looked at her wristwatch. She really had this feeling of urgency. She tried calling his mother back.
“Deji is not back from work yet?”
She swallowed. “No ma. Mama, I will tell him as soon as he comes back this evening. He will call you.”
Mama stayed silent for a while before she heaved a sigh and said, “He has to come and see me right away. Tell him I said so.”
“You should also come with him.”
She stayed silent again. Then she sniffed. “Please tell him to come and see me.”
She ended the call and sent him a text.
Please call me asap.
He hated being hounded with calls. They had a rule. Once you called a couple of times and there was no response. The next thing was to send a text. She called twice again. She could not help the sense of urgency that she felt. She had often heard that when elderly people started making weird requests, it would usually mean that they perceived that they were going to die soon. She needed to tell Deji immediately. It was a day’s trip to go and see his mother. He also needed to give them enough notice to enable him obtain the necessary permissions to be absent. If she got there to his office in time, he would be able to quickly seek the necessary permissions and they could make arrangements for their stay. By her calculations, they would not come back immediately. If it was as she feared, they would be planning a funeral shortly.
It would take her another thirty minutes to get to the busstop. She would have to rely on one of these ride hailing applications to get to her destination. She called him again. There was still no response. She launched a ride hailing application on her phone. She felt a little nudge to take her hospital bag, that one they had been told to have ready during antenatal class in case of labour. Her EDD was like two weeks away. She sent a message to Abbey.
“Please pray for us. Deji’s mother just called me. I cannot seem to reach Deji.”
She called the driver who accepted her request and began to direct him to their address. She went to pick up the bag, crosschecking the contents. She put her idcards and atm cards into her purse. She crammed her purse, with her antenatal cards, her phone and her charger with her bible into a medium-sized cross body bag. She trudged into the kitchen and grabbed some fruits into a plastic bowl with covering. Her phone rang.
“Hello? You are here? Please wait right in front of the gate. I will be with you shortly.”
She took one long look around the house and grabbed everything she had packed.
This was it.