EYE FOR EYE
…sweet when done, but leaves a bitter taste…
1.INT. THICK FOREST- DAY
A dark-complexioned man in his late 40s, wearing a hat on his palm kernel-shaped head along with a dirty, worn-out shirt and roughened trouser, is holding a rifle and looking out for game amidst thick trees and green shrubs.
(He hears the sound of an animal running by and quickly turns, tiptoeing to the direction.)
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD- DAY
On a field barren with grass, some shirtless young boys of ages 15 to 17 are playing football, sweating profusely amidst the cool weather.
(Bayo kicks the ball heavily and it goes through a projectile into the forest. He jogs towards the bushy area to pick the ball.)
INT. THICK FOREST- DAY
(Mr Odeyemi tiptoes with his rifle towards a direction and hears another sound by his right. He looks swiftly towards the direction and notices a slow movement amidst the trees and leaves. He stands very well and positions his rifle towards the direction, moving slowly towards the point. The movement becomes a little fast and he shoots!)
(He walks briskly towards the point and finds Bayo lying in a pool of blood, breathing slowly, with a ball lying beside him.)
(Shocked; he places his two hands on his head sobbing and stares at the innocent boy. He looks around and paces in confusion. He looks around again and quickly carries him on his back while holding his rifle and moves speedily towards another direction.)
1.INT. MR ODEYEMI’SBEDROOM- DAY
In the unkempt old-fashioned room, Bayo is lying at a corner while Mr Odeyemi searches a drawer frantically and taking furtive glances at him at short intervals. Bayo starts gasping for breath and Mr Odeyemi runs towards him carrying a bowl of concoction; Bayo stops breathing. He places his right ear on his chest and hears no heartbeat. There is a knock at the door to the house.
(In cracked voice)Ta niyen?[Who is that?]
A FEMALE VOICE
Emi ni oh, Iya Bayo. [It’s me oh, Iya Bayo]
1.INT. MR ODEYEMI’SSITTING ROOM- DAY
He walks slowly into the sitting room cleaning his red eyes and opens the door.
(With a thin smile, carrying a polybag) Good evening, sir.
(Forces a smile) Evening oh. It’s nice to see you, ma. Hope all is well?
May I come in?
They are both seated in the sitting room.
Iya yii nko?[What about your wife?]
O wa. Ko si nile.[She is fine. She isn’t at home.]Hope Baba is fine?
Of course, he is. (Brings out a dish from the polybag) He actually sent me to give you some meat since you complained to him about not getting any meat from the bush for the past four days.
Oh…ah…this is really nice of Baba. (Collects the dish from her and opens it to find some sweet-smelling pieces of meat) This looks very good. I am very grateful, ma.
(Smiles) It is nothing. At least, we human beings have to survive. We won’t say because we can’t find meat in the bush to start shooting people.
(She laughs while Mr Odeyemi looks perplexed but also forces a smile)
(Picks a meat from the dish and eats) How are the children?
They are fine.
Bayo nko?[What of Bayo?]
Of course, he is fine. He is even standing outside; always reluctant to come into other people’s homes. (Looks towards the door) Bayo, come inside and greet Uncle Yemi.
(Almost chokes on the meat) What did…did you just say?
(Shocked and swallows the meat in his mouth; pupils dilated) Bayo…
(Prostrates) Good evening, sir. (Sits beside his mother and looks around.)
(Takes furtive glances at Bayo) Em…Mummy Bayo…I have to check something in my room. I’m…I’m coming back.
(Smiles) No problem, sir.
INT. MR ODEYEMI’S BEDROOM- DAY
He enters his bedroom and surprisingly sees Bayo still lying down in a corner, stone dead. He is taken aback and confused. He picks a cloth and spreads it to cover the body and leaves for the sitting room in fear.