Uchenna’s favorite topic clearly seemed to be his daughter, Adanne. I learned more about her in those few hours than in all the time she and I had spent together before coming back to Lagos. Adanne jumped in to tell her own version of a few of her father’s stories, but when Somadina dragged out the baby pictures, she surrendered and went off to the kitchen to clean up.
While she was gone, the conversation got more serious, and her father spoke of the tragic murders of Christians in northern Nigeria, and then of the reprisals by Christians in the east. He told me the story of a Christian schoolteacher who was recently beaten to death by her Muslim students.
Finally, Uchenna talked about the provocative newspaper articles his daughter wrote on a weekly basis and said how dangerous they were.
But mainly there was laughter in the house that night. Already I felt at home. This was a good family, like so many families here in Lagos.
After Nkiru took the boys to bed and Adanne rejoined the group, the conversation turned to politics and grown-up talk again. There had been four bombings in Bayelsa State that week, down in the Delta region near the oil fields. The pressure for Nigeria to split into independent states was growing along with the violence all around the country.
“It is all about bad men. All of it, always has been,” Adanne said. “It’s time that the world was run by women. We want to create, not destroy. Yes, I’m serious, Daddy. No, I haven’t had too much wine.”
“It was the beer,” her father said.
Chapter 98
AROUND MIDNIGHT, ADANNE led me to a small bedroom where I’d be staying in the rear of the house. She touched my arm, came in behind me, and sat down on the bed.
I could see she was still in a playful mood, still smiling, a different person from the one who had taken me to Darfur a few days ago, and very different from the suspicious, serious-faced reporter I’d met in her office.
“They like you, Alex, especially my mother and sister-in-law. I can’t see why. I don’t get it.”
I laughed. “I guess I fooled them. They’ll catch on to me soon.”
“Exactly right. Just what I was going to say. So now, we’re thinking the same thoughts, I see. So—what are you thinking at this moment? Tell me the truth, Alex.”
I didn’t have a very good answer for Adanne. Well, actually I did, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. But then I did anyway.
“I think there’s an attraction between us, but we have to let it go.”
“That’s probably right, Alex. Or maybe not.”
She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and held her lips there for a few seconds. She smelled nicely of soap, clean and fresh.
Adanne looked up into my eyes and she was still smiling. She had perfect white teeth. “I just want to lie here with you for a while. Can we do that? Just be here together without any more intimacy than that? What do you think? Can we do it two nights in a row?”
I finally kissed Adanne back, on the lips, but I didn’t hold the kiss for very long.
“I’d like that,” I told her.
“Me too,” she said. “I have love in my heart for you. It’s just a crush, I think. Don’t say anything, Alex. Don’t spoil this, whatever it is.”
I didn’t. We held on to each other until sleep took us both. I’m not sure if it took us farther away or closer together that night, but nothing happened for either of us to regret.
Or maybe I would come to regret that nothing happened.
Chapter 99
THE NEXT MORNING, Adanne was up early, making coffee and fresh-squeezed juice for everyone. Then she volunteered to drive me to my meeting with Flaherty. She was more serious and businesslike now, the way I’d seen her away from her family.
“Why are you wearing a dumb tie?” she asked. “You look like a downtown lawyer. Or a banker. Ugh.”
“I have no idea,” I told her and smiled. Now I was the one smiling all the time. “It’s another Nigerian mystery, I guess.”
“You’re the mystery,” she said. “I think so.”
“You’re not alone in that.”
She stopped the car in front of the bank on Broad Street. “Be careful, Alex.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It is dangerous out there, more than ever.”