Helen James was in the kitchen preparing rice and stew for her husband and son who were running late from work, it’s almost nine pm yet they weren’t back.
Her husband, kunle had called her thirty minutes ago to prepare something to eat while they were coming, now she was wondering why they hadn’t come home even though she had this bad feeling, she brushed it off and guessed it was traffic holding them up.
‘Lagos and their traffics’ she smiled as she had that thought remembering when she was in a traffic jam that lasted for a good one hour when she was returning from the market.
She brushed everything off as she resumed cooking.
Her other son, Timmy who was half of his brother, Jimmy; in other words, twins.
He came rushing down the stairs and heading to the kitchen.
“Mummy you have a call”. He said handing her her phone, she quickly cleaned her hands with a kitchen towel as her phone was still ringing.
“Hello.” she said into the reciever.
“Good evening, is this the resident of the James?” the unknown caller asked.