Two months ago in a flat in Festac town I met Calistus for the first time, a third year engineering student from University of
Ade was a security man working at the wharf, he saluted Cally like an old comrade whereupon they had a private discussion, and it was then Cally forced a two hundred naira note into my hand and ordered me to buy as many loaves and sardines as it would buy. Where Kazim featured in the plan I never really knew because after the accident he was never mentioned again, but four of us ended up stowing away in a fourteen foot container stocked with cable and stationery bound for
Cally and Ade were beginning to get suspicious and after the last exit from Kazim they sat by the hole and using the ends of the stocked cable, forced the hole wider until with great difficulty we were able to get through. Ade discovered about thirty empty cans of what had been baked beans, sweet corn and mackerel, hidden under some sacking, Kazim for whatever reason had been holding out on us. We waited silently in the shadows for his return.
We chased him through the maze of precariously perched containers until we had him cornered. Rather than give himself up for a sound beating the foolish man scrambled on top of a large crate which was against the deck and in his excitement he missed his footing and vanished over the side of ship. We heard shouts and running feet. There and then we swore an oath. Illegal immigration is one thing, manslaughter is another.
The three of us were handcuffed and put in one of the storage rooms. The sailors were not in agreement with what to do with us. We were at sea for two more days and then unceremoniously offloaded at
Cally is back in school, Ade later got a job as a driver for a firm in