‘You’ve always been good to me. You’re a good woman. Yes, I trust you, sister.’
‘Can you leave me for three minutes. I need to be alone to think.’ She smiled and left without a word. I began by pulling te leaves apart, and saw an Enfield MKI. I released the barrel and saw four bullets with two empty chambers, compatible with two bullet having been fired. It took me a short while to elaborate a strategy. When I found one, I gave a shout and the Yoruba woman walked in. I had to take a chance with her. I had put the revolver together and wrapped it as carefully as I could in its frond case and gave it back to her.
‘Mrs Obassanju, this revolver has never been fired.’