They both leave.
The woman turns on her phone, she goes to her whats App massager clicks on the contact "little brother" and in the messages is a picture of Bunmi, she tears a little as she watches her daughter walks away.
16 YEARS AGO
NEW YORK. MARGARET’S MANSION, NIGHT.
Two year old Bunmi is at the corner of the mansion playing with her toys, laughing, the heavy music distracts her from seeing her parents argue. Margaret and Dean bantering one another, Dean tries to walk away from her, but Margaret is not taking it, she pulls him back, he returns with a slap on her face. Margaret Furious goes to her drawer behind her, in it are some files and hard drugs, she shuffles it and pulls out a gun, Dean is already about to carry Bunmi when She shot him not thinking twice. Dean fall on Bunmi’s toys confused Bunmi begins to cry.
Mike Immediately rushes in, seeing the scene he takes the gun from her and Takes crying Bunmi away.
NEW YORK. PRISON. DAY
Visiting hours, Mike carrying Bunmi on his laps waiting, Margaret enters, delighted to see her child, she takes Bunmi off Mike playing with her. The smile on Margret’s face as Bunmi giggles.
MIKE
What now?
MARGARET
You are going back to Nigeria.
MIKE
Hell no, my boxing career is beginning.
MARGARET
(She grabs his hand, looking
At him intensely, almost begging)
You have to, please Michael.
MIKE
I can take care of the business,
the club, I don’t have to go back.
MARGARET
I have Godiya for that.
MIKE
Come on Meg.
MARGARET
Michael Olubumi Johnson, you are the
Only one I trust right now, I want my
daughter far away from all this shenanigans.
MIKE
You got yourself in this mess,
Why should I bail you out?
MARGARET
Because you are family, and that is
What family does.
MIKE
Then you have to explain to me
What is happening here, because
I am lost. You killing Dean came
all of a sudden, I didn’t even
know you had a gun.
MARGARET
I don’t, now keep your voice down.
The gun was Dean’s. He started selling
Drugs in at my night club.
MIKE
Was that why you killed him?
MARGARET
No, of course not. He made a deal
With the devil I had to break it,
Now the devil is after me.
MIKE
What do you mean?
MARGARET
You would not understand. This
Is why want you to leave, take my
Daughter out of here. Join our
Brother, you both can run the
club in Nigeria. Don’t worry,
I would always send cash.
MIKE
Alright.
She plays with her daughter a little more.
MARGGARET
Mama would always love you.
She kisses her baby before handing Bunmi over to mike, tears in her eyes as Mike leaves
MARGARET
Michael…
Michael turns to look her.
MARGARET
Don’t tell her anything about me
I don’t want her think of me like
this.
She looks at him intensely again, he cannot say no.
PRESENT DAY. HOSPITAL, DAY.
Bunmi on her bed, resting looking at the ceiling and throwing a small ball up, catching it. This goes on for a while till Benjamin enters; she does not notice him till his voice awakens hey from her thoughts.
BENJAMIN
You like to play catch.
Hearing his voice, she loses control and the ball lands on her face.
BUNMI
Not really.
Bunmi tries to sit up, but never once looked at him in the eye.
BENJAMIN
Hi.
BUNMI
Anjola is not here.
BENJAMIN
I came to see you.
BUNMI
Okay.
BENJAMIN
You can look at my face, I know
I am ugly, but you can try.
She slowly puts her head up to look at him
BUNMI
I am not really in the mood.
BENJAMIN
For what exactly?
BUNMI
To talk. Why did you come to see me?
BENJAMIN
Honestly, no reason, I just
felt I should come.
BUNMI
Thanks. Are you going to sit?
Or you enjoy standing?
Benjamin Giggles a little as he goes to sit.
CLUB, EVENING
Mx and Mike enters the office office, they meet the T.v On
MX
I turned that off before I left.
Margaret comes in from the toilet at the corner.
MARARET
Hi guys. You still have
poor test Maxwell. And hmm,
you are all big now Michael.
She goes to sit on mx’s seat, Mike and MX Are really surprised to see her.
MIKE
You said you were coming
Next week
MARGRET
I lied. I have seen her, she
is beautiful.
MX
We tried to talk to her about
You coming, she flipped, its going
To be difficult convincing her Meg.
MARGARET
Then, we don’t do that. She hates her
Mother, maybe she might like a friend.
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