Cub: Chapter 9

Kayode sat in the waiting room of the police station, his hands cuffed in front of him. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead flickered slightly, casting a cold, sterile glow over the room. The air was thick with tension, each second stretching out as if time itself was reluctant to move forward. An officer stood at the door, watching over him with a stern, impassive gaze.

The room was sparsely furnished—just a few chairs lined up against the walls, a worn wooden table in the center, and a large, grimy window on one side, through which the sounds of the bustling station outside filtered in. Kayode’s mind was consumed by thoughts of Musa, of the moment when his world had irrevocably shattered. He couldn’t escape the crushing weight of his guilt, the unrelenting torment of knowing he had killed his own son.

The door creaked open, and Kayode looked up as a small group of people entered the room. Leading them was an elderly woman with silver hair, her face lined with years of hardship and sorrow. Her eyes met Kayode’s, and for a moment, they held his gaze with a mix of recognition and heartbreak. Behind her were several younger family members, their expressions filled with anger, pain, and disbelief.

Aminat. The name drifted to the surface of Kayode’s thoughts, bringing with it a flood of memories from a past life—a life before the pain, before the tragedy that had torn everything apart.

The officer who had brought them in stood by the door, his presence a silent reminder that this was no ordinary reunion. Aminat took a step forward, her hands trembling slightly, though her voice was steady when she spoke. "Kayode… it’s been a long time."

Kayode felt his heart sink. He could barely muster the strength to respond. "Aminat…" he whispered, the name foreign yet achingly familiar on his tongue.

Aminat’s eyes softened, though they were still filled with a deep, sorrowful pain. "Yes, Kayode, it’s me," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she took another step closer. The younger family members behind her stayed back, their faces marked with grief and barely contained anger.

Kayode lowered his head, unable to maintain eye contact. The reality of what he had done crashed over him in waves—he had destroyed everything, lost everything. The son he never knew he had, the woman he had once loved… he had taken from them in the most unforgivable way.

Aminat sat down across from him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The officer remained near the door, his watchful gaze ensuring the situation didn’t escalate. For a long moment, silence hung between them, heavy and oppressive.

Finally, Aminat spoke, her voice gentle but firm. "Musa was a good boy, Kayode. He was kind, generous, and strong—so much like you. But he never knew you. He grew up wondering who his father was, why you weren’t there. And I… I couldn’t bring myself to tell him."

Kayode’s breath hitched, and he blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. "I never knew…" he choked out, his voice raw with emotion. "I never knew I had a son."

Aminat nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I wanted to tell you, Kayode. But by the time I realized I was pregnant, you were gone. And then life… it just went on. Musa was my everything. And now, because of this…" She paused, her voice catching. "Because of this madness, he’s gone. Our son is gone."

The words hung in the air, a brutal reminder of the irreversible consequences of Kayode’s actions. His chest tightened, and he felt as though he were suffocating under the weight of his guilt. He looked at Aminat, seeing the woman he had once loved now broken by grief, and it shattered what little remained of his spirit.

"I’m so sorry, Aminat," Kayode whispered, the tears finally spilling over. "I… I didn’t know. I didn’t know he was my son. I never wanted this… I never wanted this."

Aminat reached across the table, placing her hand over Kayode’s. The gesture was both comforting and heartbreaking. "I know, Kayode," she said softly. "I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. But it did. And now… now we both have to live with it."

Kayode’s shoulders shook with silent sobs, the overwhelming pain and guilt finally breaking through the walls he had built around himself. Aminat squeezed his hand gently, offering what little solace she could.

After a few moments, she withdrew her hand and reached into her bag, pulling out a letter. "This is for you," she said, placing it on the table in front of him. "It’s from Demola."

Kayode stared at the letter, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t reach for it, afraid of what it might contain. "Demola… he wrote to me?"

Aminat nodded. "Yes. He wanted you to know that he forgives you. And he wanted you to know that he’s sorry too—for everything that happened."

Kayode’s breath caught in his throat. Forgiveness. It was something he had never expected, something he didn’t believe he deserved. But hearing it from Aminat and knowing it came from Demola as well—it pierced through the darkness that had consumed him.

"Read it, Kayode," Aminat urged gently. "It might help you find some peace."

Kayode reached out with trembling hands and took the letter, holding it as if it were a lifeline. The words were there, waiting for him, offering a sliver of hope in the abyss of his despair.

As Aminat stood to leave, she looked at him one last time, her expression filled with a deep, lingering sadness. "Take care of yourself, Kayode. Find a way to live with this. For Musa’s sake, and for yours."

The officer stepped forward to escort Aminat and her family out of the room, leaving Kayode alone with the letter. The silence returned, but this time, it felt different—less suffocating, more introspective.

Kayode looked down at the letter in his hands, the weight of it a reminder that his journey was far from over. He hadn’t decided yet what he would do, but for the first time, he felt a flicker of something other than despair.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a path forward.