Siva Okojie was afraid to step outside of Tajudeen hotel when the discussion ended. He watched carefully that there was no one on the street when he got out of the buiding. As he waited for a taxi in the evening twilight, he felt as if somebody was following him. He looked around himself every now and then until he succeeded in flagging down one approaching scrap of a car. Get me out of here, he told himself. ‘Oga, where?’ the driver asked. Siva had no idea. ‘Any hotel that is very cheap, that is not fine at all and where no big man would like to go.’ The driver looked at him. ‘Oya Oga, enter.’ Thirty-five minutes later, the driver stopped in front of a building. It was a single building, a two storey, old and shabby. ‘Make me I wait?’ The driver asked. ‘No,’ Siva said. Siva took out some naira notes from his breast pocket, handed them out and the driver grumbled as...
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