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BN Prose: Hero By Pemi Aguda

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The only light was from underneath the door, dull yellow light that allowed him to see the shine of his leather shoes. The window in the room was boarded from inside and he sat under it. He didn’t know where he was or what time it was and he cared less every second that passed. A sniffle from his left made him turn his head in her direction. This woman he had spent these last weeks with; or days? He knew not what she looked like. But he knew she was pregnant, six months along, she said.

“Are you ok? Is the baby fine?” He couldn’t recognize the voice that escaped his own mouth. He sounded like a dead man, a hopeless man. His chin went back to rest against his chest, its new home. He was weak. He’d been giving his pregnant new friend most of the food they slid into the room every couple of hours.

“Yes.” Her voice was tiny. He didn’t think it was just because of their present condition; she was a lady with a small voice. Now, if she was truly a lady, he couldn’t be sure but she reminded him of his younger cousin. Her name was Ruth, the cousin. She’d had sickle cell but was the sweetest thing with her perfect manners and selfless ways. “Tell me about your son”, said the voice out of the darkness.

He sighed and wiped his palm across his forehead. He allowed himself a small smile when he remembered his wife teasing that he was a rich man’s kid. “You need to spend a month in my village!” She would say. “Well, his name’s Josh. Joshua. He’s four.” He said now.

“I want a boy.” Her voice cut in then fell silent. He waited for her to go on but she said nothing else. He could hear her breathing in the stillness. In. Out.

“He um.. likes to drum. Always banging things about. We got him this tiny drum set, Red. I think he watches too much Disney.” He laughed. Still, she said nothing. “I remember holding him the first time..” He drew in a deep breath. “It was.. was beautiful. I counted every single finger and toe. Amazing that he’s part of me, you know? From me..” He snorted and stretched out his legs in front of him. “Of course you do. We have this silly ritual whenever I get home.”

“Tell me.”

“Daddy’s home!” Josh would scream, skipping from foot to foot.

“Who’s your daddy?” He would ask with a mock look of confusion.

“You!” Josh would shout, pointing at him and laughing loudly.

“Then who’s your hero?” He would stand akimbo and tap his right foot.

“Ben 10?”

He would gasp.

“Superman?”

He would clutch his chest and pretend to fall.

“You! You! Daddy is my hero!”

Then Tony would swoop his four year old and swing him up in the air.

“I miss that kid.” He sighed.

“Sounds like a great kid.”

They were both silent almost as if the little boy were there, sharing the moment with them.

“I don’t want to have my baby here.” She said and he listened to the sounds of her shifting about. He hoped she was comfortable, she had never complained.

“You won’t.” But he wasn’t sure. Ever since their kidnap, their abductors had said nothing to them, leaving them to conjure horrible endings to the unfolding story. He was afraid. That he’d never leave and his son would grow without a father.

He sat up when he heard footsteps outside the door. The light shifted to accommodate the shadow. He walked up to bang on the door, memories of home fueling him; his fears urging him on.

“Let us go! Let us go!”

The door flew open and he stepped back in surprise. His eyes narrowed to adapt to the onslaught of light.  He hadn’t been expecting a response.

“You can go.” The voice was hard and a shiver ran through him at the blatant evil the voice conveyed. He took another step back and spun around when he heard the woman whimper. She was curled into herself; rocking back and forth, crying softly.

He turned back to the man at the door. The man’s features were still hard to make out.

“You or her.”

It wasn’t a question.

He turned back to her and it was then he saw her face. Her eyes were dark and they widened as they met his. Her lips trembled but her body was still. He noticed a mole below her right eye. Her hair was bound in a scarf, a brown scarf with bright pink flowers. She looked innocent and…

“Ehehn?”

The voice jerked him upright.

Josh’s red drum.

This stranger’s unborn child.

Josh’s missing front teeth.

Her innocent but tired eyes.

And he ran; past the man, seeing only bloodshot eyes and veins sticking out on a broad forehead. He ran, out of the room; out of that house. Refusing to think, refusing to look back. He ran out, past the strange houses in the strange neighborhood; flagging strange cars down. Letting the words rattle in his head- “I’m no hero.. I’m no hero..”

Photo Credit: Superheroes

'Pemi Aguda is an architect during the day; and a writer always. When she has finished a good book, she holds it to her chest and weeps. She writes a fiction column called Betty Tuesdays at thenakedconvos.com

26 Comments

  1. LPS

    May 15, 2012 at 10:11 am

  2. Axlrand

    May 15, 2012 at 10:39 am

    Got so immersed i could see myself as the josh’s dad. could feel his torment too. Its difficult enough to make choices; but these kind??? Nicely done pemi. You have a way with words. Miss reading your posts.

  3. LMS

    May 15, 2012 at 10:41 am

    Nice!

  4. debbie egwuogu

    May 15, 2012 at 11:05 am

    Mmmmmmmmm… This is a difficult one. Can he live with this decision he made?

  5. Debbie

    May 15, 2012 at 11:57 am

    Lmao! I am probably weird, but I found the ending funny.
    There wasn’t much imagination to do while reading the story tho..

  6. straight_faced_lady

    May 15, 2012 at 12:07 pm

    Nicely done. love how you leave us to imagine the rest of the story, wondering what possibly happens to all the characters.

  7. AfroSays

    May 15, 2012 at 12:51 pm

    I like how I couldn’t tell where the story was headed. Still in love with that simple style you’ve got that always makes reading so easy, so refreshing.

    Lovely story, Pae.

  8. folu

    May 15, 2012 at 1:48 pm

    For some reason I thot he was gonna say they should let the woman go. I don’t blame his decision tho. He has a wife and kid,quite selfish tho. Its hard to sacrifice yourself for another. But am sure he would be haunted with the womans face for the rest of his life. That’s purnishment in itself.

  9. Timothy

    May 15, 2012 at 1:48 pm

    Please what is the point of this post?

    • Mz Socially Awkward...

      May 15, 2012 at 2:03 pm

      Either read it, shut it, or move it. Pick any of these options that stops you from expressing more ignorance …

    • x

      May 15, 2012 at 6:44 pm

      +1

  10. JOANNA!

    May 15, 2012 at 2:19 pm

    Timothy, it’s a short story, just to enlighten your unenlightened self.

    Great! Great!! Great!!! Ending, but really, as someone asked, can he live with hi§ decision?

  11. Ndidi

    May 15, 2012 at 2:58 pm

    Unexpected ending. I liked it. A short story should say a lot, with few words. Yet, I got a good measure of the protagonist.

  12. Purpleicious Babe

    May 15, 2012 at 11:04 pm

  13. Myne Whitman

    May 16, 2012 at 12:04 am

    Maybe he’ll be able to get help from outside? Nice snapshot.

    • myladymo

      July 11, 2012 at 1:49 am

      haha that made me laugh for some reason…im sure we will all like to believe he will but i dont think so,he wont know how to get back plus she might be dead by the time he gets back.I really thought he would let her go instead being its two for one..heck who know wat anyone wod do in his place

  14. kesh

    May 16, 2012 at 3:58 am

    Simple. Takes me from reality to where the story exists. Lovely read. Simple. Refreshing. Just right.

  15. Zainab

    May 16, 2012 at 10:08 am

    It was perfect.

  16. seyiakano

    May 16, 2012 at 10:28 am

    Interesting read this is. Short and full of suspense. Loved the flow, sometimes we can’t make such sacrifices on behalf of another, because there’s just too much at stake for us. We were all born selfish and driven with the same desires. I am double sure the woman would have thought the same way, but for her condition. Cool.

  17. fokasibe

    May 16, 2012 at 10:31 am

    Aww…Choices…

  18. thetoolsman

    May 20, 2012 at 8:33 pm

    Excellent.

  19. Linda

    June 20, 2012 at 8:03 pm

    So so funny! Can’t stop laughing at “I”m no hero”… At least he is honest. Let the kidnappers’ conscience decide what to do with the woman? Funny

  20. yemmy

    June 21, 2012 at 7:51 am

    Excellent story!!!  This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us.
    Only him could!!!

  21. myladymo

    July 11, 2012 at 1:51 am

    Being his son’s hero is enough for him..lol

  22. A. Vee

    July 11, 2012 at 1:19 pm

    I was quite sad until I got to the “I’m no hero” part.. Nice one. Won’t mind a part 2 though. Some of us have FAITH 😀

  23. Olori

    September 10, 2012 at 4:09 pm

    lol. *suprised I’m laughing* Nice story. But wait…is it just me or has anyone else noticed that BN proses are more often than not, sad stories? 🙁
    http://sayolori.wordpress.com

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