It was a beautiful Sunday morning, I was in my white and blue choir uniform ready to lead praise and worship when my Mom called me from the adult church.
“Go to Iya Dare’s house, she forgot her beret at home, her husband is at home, he’ll give it to you”.
I had been to their house a couple of times, always in the company of an adult, I never ever ventured into the compound alone without screaming their name from the gate because of the two big, lion size Alsatian dogs constantly roaming around the house.
The one story building was seated in a really big compound. The Kennel built into a wall facing the staircase that led to their flat.
I got to the gate and found it open. I peeked.
“Daddy Dare”, I screamed
“Daddy Dare” I screamed again
The ancestors told me to enter the compound, that he cannot hear me well, so I took one step in, leaving the gate open.
I peered at the kennel.
It was locked with padlock. I saw the dogs in their cage, staring at me, No barking, nothing. They were just looking at me. With the assurance that they were locked in, I took another confident step forward “Daddy Dare”, I screamed again.
“Who is that”, he called out
“It’s me Titilola, from church, mummy Dare said I should come and get her Beret”
“Okay, come up”
“Ah, I can’t o”
“The dogs are locked up, just come upstairs”
The man did not even step out to the balcony, he was still inside their flat”
I looked at the cage cautiously.
It was locked.
So I went into the compound praying to God to help me, I passed the dogs, nothing.
As I placed a foot on the stairs, I heard metal rustling and before I could say “Jack Robinson” I saw a big flurry of hair rush towards me.
You know how the lion hunts his prey and then starts the chase? That’s what happened to me.
Let me just say here that I died but my body didn’t, screaming and taking -God knows how many- steps at once, I got to the door pounding on it. Daddy Dare must have sensed what happened because he opened the door immediately. I practically jumped in as he held the dog, I ran into their living room, I didn’t stop there, I ran into an adjoining room and locked the door until he came to call me.
Needless to say, I clung to his hands as I made my way out of the compound after collecting the Beret. I’m not sure I ever went back there, I still relieve the horror of “what if he hadn’t opened the door on time?” “Would I have been mauled by a dog”. I still fear dogs till date, even puppies sef.
It was a terrible experience.