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The Broken Pipe

In Ovo Adagha’s *The Plantation*, the story opens in a lush, enigmatic swamp where Namidi tends his rubber trees during the harmattan season, a time when dry, parching breezes sweep through, bristling the hairs on his skin. The plantation, a vibrant emblem of life, pulses with the high-pitched whistles of birds, the cold drizzle of morning dew, and the glistening sap of rubber trees, cloaked in a mysterious glow that shadows Namidi’s brooding movements. As he slashes through heavy plant-leaves, a sudden silence grips the air, broken by an odd, sickly smell and a trickling sound. Namidi pauses, senses heightened, and, driven by instinct, peers behind a thicket to discover a shocking sight: a stream of petrol bursting from the ground, flooding the greenery, which seems to recoil. Recalling city men who laid pipes through the village years ago, he suspects a rupture. Yet, noble thoughts of reporting it fade as greed takes hold. Seeing opportunity, Namidi fills a rubber gourd with petrol and heads to the village, ignoring the greetings of women farmers, his mind fixed on exploiting this dangerous find for personal gain.

Namidi’s Family

As Namidi hastens through the village, a group of women greet him warmly, but he brushes them off with a curt reply, his focus unwavering. The women, puzzled by his brisk pace and the strange petrol-like smell clinging to him, note his unusual demeanor, his head thrust forward as if detached from his body. Namidi’s heart brims with intent, convinced that some riches are too hard-won to share in a village rife with greed and treachery. Long burdened by poverty, he sees the petrol as his chance for redemption and resolves to keep it secret. To avoid prying eyes, he veers onto a steep, muddy bush track, muttering to himself as he reaches the village clearing. The village, a cluster of red-clay huts under thatched roofs, feels stifling to Namidi, its endless gossip and rusty ground a constant reminder of his struggles. Calling for his six-year-old son, Ochuko, he feels a pang of shame, unable to afford school fees despite missionaries building a new school nearby. When his wife, Mama Efe, a weathered woman etched with years of toil, appears, Namidi’s urgency hints at the secret he carries, setting the stage for a fateful decision.

Namidi and Mama Efe

At home, Mama Efe confronts Namidi about the petrol smell, her face clouded with suspicion. Gazing at their dilapidated hut, its bamboo rotting and roof cowering as if intimidated by his ambition, Namidi reveals his discovery, urging haste to collect the petrol before villagers interfere. Mama Efe, haunted by visions of fire and destruction, voices her fear of catastrophe, but Namidi, dismissing her concerns with a menacing glare, insists he alone knows of it, silencing her. Though doubt gnaws at her, she relents, sensing the futility of resistance. The family—Namidi, Mama Efe, and their three children—sets out with cans to harvest the petrol. Namidi leads with fierce determination, his children trail excitedly, and Mama Efe follows, her heart heavy with foreboding. As they shuttle between plantation and home, hauling petrol, Mama Efe’s silent anxiety grows. Years of failed battles against Namidi’s stubbornness have dimmed her spirit; she once saw his resolve as strength, but now recognizes the ruin his inflexibility brings. Despite her certainty that trouble looms, she remains voiceless, bound by a marriage that has long stifled her opposition, as Namidi’s obsession drives them toward an uncertain fate.

Jackson and Ochuko

In Ovo Adagha’s *The Plantation*, tension escalates as Namidi’s family, on their third trip to collect petrol from a broken pipe, encounters Jackson, a sly, troublemaking youth from the village. Known for idling in the plantation chasing birds and grasshoppers, Jackson sniffs the air around Namidi and, with a knowing grin, taunts him about working for an oil company like Shell. Namidi, seething with hatred, retorts coldly, likening Jackson to a wayward fly. Jackson, undeterred, asserts his nosy influence over village affairs, rubbing his hands with glee. Namidi, barely restraining his fury, advances menacingly but is held back by Mama Efe’s calming touch. Stiff-necked and silent, he presses on, the smell and hiss of petrol now palpable, while Mama Efe trembles with dread, sensing darkness brewing in her husband. Jackson, alerted by the petrol’s scent, cries out and bolts toward the village, foreshadowing trouble. As noon blazes, the plantation swarms with villagers—fishermen, farmers, and women—clashing over the petrol with metal pans and buckets in a frenzied, sweat-soaked scramble, transforming the once-quiet grove into a chaotic battleground for survival.

The Explosion

The plantation, now a glittering mass of sweat-drenched villagers fighting for petrol, becomes a playground for Ochuko and his friend Onome, who climb trees, oblivious to the chaos below. Giggling at the adults’ brawls and high-pitched squabbles, the boys play soldiers, using fingers as guns. As Onome “fires” at Ochuko, a blinding flash and deafening explosion rock the tree. Onome falls, screams, and lies still, while Ochuko, frozen, watches a yellow light engulf the world. Villagers flee frenziedly from the smoky chaos, their yells piercing the air. Mesmerized yet overwhelmed by stifling heat, Ochuko tumbles from the tree and sprints toward the village, pursued by the acrid smell of burnt feathers and visions of screaming demons in the long grasses. The grey sky looms like nightfall, spurring him faster to his father’s hut. Covered in soot and tears, he dives under his mother’s bed, hiding from the billowing smoke rising from the plantation’s heart, a terrified witness to the catastrophic consequences of his father’s secret.

Aftermath

In the chilling aftermath of the explosion, Ochuko, shivering under his mother’s bed, feels the sweat dry and cold grip him. Venturing outside into the dark, he’s startled by running feet and dives back under, his eyes blinking in the blackness. All night, he listens tensely for his parents’ familiar steps—his mother’s soft tread, his father’s angry thuds—but hears only silence, punctuated by a distant woman’s wail and fleeting footsteps. A small lamp, kept alive by his mother, flickers and dies, and ants, drawn by his oily sweat, crawl over his back from the earthen floor. Paralyzed, he endures their march, lying still in the pitch dark. The silence stretches, broken only by a faraway bird-call heralding dawn. Ochuko, alone and haunted, waits in vain for his family, unaware that the explosion has likely claimed them, leaving him to grapple with the tragedy sparked by his father’s greed, the plantation now a smoldering scar on his young life.