The Devil And The Door By Emeka Mgbenu
POSTED 02/09/2018 15:25
“…what is it that you want me to do for
you, is it because I’m taller than you that
you choose to oppress me?”
“Sule! Why do you talk to your older
brother like that?”
“But mummy it’s true, every time he will
be pinching me, pushing me and looking
for my trouble….and when i knocked him
once in retaliation, he made me wash
plates and sweep the house for a whole
Agnes was at a loss as to what to do next.
Her two boys were basically tearing their
house apart… themselves included; today
she had come home to see Deji’s head
bleeding from a deep cut, and Sule’s arm
also bleeding from what looked like a bite.
She sighed; she had had it up to here.
From now on she would not separate the
two boys… ever!!! She prayed they would
eventually kill themselves and leave her in
peace. Today was the last day; she would
do this….till their pitiful father came home
from the Americas or wherever it was that
First she would teach these boys a lesson,
one they would never forget…
“Who started it?”
Deji, Sule…how many times did I call you?
Still no answer…
“I’ll ask for the last time, who started it?”
The boys stood less than an arms length
away from her, panting and casting
murderous looks that said…this fight is
not yet over…we shall meet again.
“When we wer…”
With lightening speed that surprised Agnes
herself, she descended on the two boys at
the same time.
Age before Beauty-Deji first. She shoved Sule farther into the
Backhand, forehand, forehand, backhand,
two hand slap, face brush, ear squeeze,
The boy was bending now…barely moving
from where he had been initially. He tried
in vain to parry the incoming attacks
Back pound, knee to stomach, elbow to
mouth, elbow to back, elbow to head.
Double elbow to head.
Deji was on his knees now, slowly falling to
the ground…somewhere between tears
Not yet. This was just getting interesting.
She shoved him up by his shirt collar,
bright red with blood, and pushed him a
few paces back.
Right hand dummy, left hand slap, waist
slap, she jammed her leg into the boy’s
ankles, sweeping him off balance and
leaving him to land with a thud.
Sule took several steps backward….his
mum’s attack on Deji had taken less than a
minute, about 45 seconds…now it was his
Agnes looked up from the crumpled form
of Deji satisfied, she was slightly out of
breath, her eyes found Sule trembling
against the wall.
So small, so cute, so hairy.
Cute little monkey.
Just like his father.
Where would she start from?
Sule had broken into a sweat. This was the
devil standing before him, not his mother.
No way he was going to hell now.
His eyes darted between the door and the
devil, he had to make a run for it, he
couldn’t die now.
He was too young, too innocent and the
fight hadn’t been his idea. His mind
quickly went to Dotun, the girl he liked in
his class…he was going to give her sweets
tomorrow….no way he was dying now, he
hadn’t even had his first kiss yet!!!
He knew with all conviction he wasn’t
going to survive this one yet.
Agnes noticed the 10 year old’s eyes
darting nervously towards the door. The
cute little monkey was planning an escape.
Just like his father, escaping
responsibilities since marriage.
Sule stood transfixed to the spot, his legs
unwilling to carry out the instruction his
mind was giving repeatedly.
‘Run, run, run’
Sule sized his mum up, she was twice his
height. They were both equidistant from
the door, like a rough isosceles triangle.
A mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He
could reach the door before her.
Sule dashed for the door…
Agnes knew exactly what the little one was
thinking; she would cut him off before he
made his move.
She was standing right in front of him;
arms akimbo, legs wide open. How could
she be this fast?
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Legs wide open? Just enough space
Without thinking he dove in between her
legs, he rolled forward, landing on all
fours, scrambling and stumbling towards
the door. A slight grin was now plastered
on his face.
That was slick!!!
He would reach the door before her…
Agnes was momentarily stunned; the little
one was so nimble. The Amazon stance
had been done without thinking…a way to
make herself bigger.
Turning as fast as age would allow, she
watched him scramble to find his footing.
Was that a smile on his face?
Her blood boiled over, this miscreant was
trying to escape the long arm of the law.
With lightening speed she pulled the
carpet from under his feet.
Sule felt the ground give way beneath him;
he knew what had hit him before he hit
the hard cold tile. It was like stepping out
of a moving vehicle. He landed awkwardly
on his knee as he tried to anchor his fall.
He felt a sharp pain shoot up his wrist just
as his teeth sank into his lower lip.
Wincing in pain, with the taste of his blood
on his tongue, he limped towards the
No way he was giving up without a fight.
If only he could reach the door before