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A shrilly, high-pitched yell broke through his haze of turbulent thoughts. He blew out an annoyed breath as his structured face squeezed in irritation.

"Mr Man, what do you think you're doing? Get down from there!"

Mosọpẹ did not answer at first. He was very sure that coming here at night would divert any questions or attentions from him and what he intended to do. He deliberately chose this blind spot so he could be hidden from sight. He even wore dark clothes to enable him blend into his surroundings, for crying out loud! And yet, one loud mouth insisted on trying to ruin his hard work.

How was he going to be able to discharge this pesky nuisance quickly? He didn't want any distractions. He knew what he had to do. He had to actually talk to her and hope on his worthless life that she would really listen and go away.

Highly unlikely, since Nigerians are naturally known to be nosy and busybodies, he thought but held out hope for this one.

He twisted his body on the railing he was seated and shifted directions, so that he was not facing the river, but the road.

He glanced at her, not that he could really see her face. It was dark after all, save for the occasional headlights that reflected off her face, because she was standing towards the edge of the pavement. He, thankfully, he was still under the blanket of darkness, so he could conveniently dismiss her.

"Yes? How can I help you ma?" He asked, his tone chilly.

She was floored by his response, he could tell. By the way she sputtered, incredulous, he knew he had caught her off guard.

Not for long though, as she soon gathered her wits. "What do you mean by, 'How can I help you?'" she demanded, lowering her voice an octave lower in mimicry of him. "Who needs to be helped here ehn? Out of me and you, who clearly needs help here?"

He rolled his eyes in a heavenward gesture. "Madam, I was clearly sitting on my own when you thought to bother me. So I'm asking you now to tell me how I can help you. If you don't have any answer to that, do the both of us a favour and keep walking," he enunciated, purposely in an insultingly patient tone.

Hopefully she'd get insulted and leave in anger. That, now that, would be perfect.

Her eyes flashed with fury and she opened her mouth, most likely to lash out at him. He braced himself for whatever scathing words she would throw his way.

To his surprise, she let out a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if to calm herself down. "Look, mister man, there's no need to talk to me like I'm incapable of understanding simple words. You're obviously about to do something that you shouldn't. This is not the answer to your problems, whatever they may be," she advised, her tone as gentle as a dove.

He rolled his eyes, "Spare me that, you're not my psychiatrist. Whatever I'm doing or not doing, is none of your business and I would really appreciate it if you would take your nose out of my business and leave it where it's supposed to be, on your face!" he retorted.

He couldn't see her expression, but he could imagine she had been insulted by his words.

"Again, Mr Man, I cannot leave you or take my nose out of your business, as you've so eloquently put it. As I am..." she trailed off a bit, obviously trying to find the right word to describe their meeting. "-opportune to encounter you, then it's my responsibility to make sure you don't go through with this," she told him, her voice steady but unwavering.