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“…but baami will kill me if he ever finds out we entered this place. He doesn’t like us touching his things at all, and has always warned me and my brother never to come in here to play. Even maami, I’ve never seen her enter here before.”
The boy’s fear was evident in his voice and obvious on his face as he spoke. His companion however grinned roguishly.
“Don’t be a chicken Ejidele. Your father won’t do anything of the sort joo. I’m sure he’ll be happy that you’re interested in getting trained paapa, and who knows, he might even let you start practicing your skills lee kan kan. If you don’t start now, you may never get his approval o, especially if Sangobiyi your older brother shows more interest in the job. That’s why you have to prove to your father now that you’re the right person. Oya, touch something, anything. Even if your father finds out, I’m sure he’ll be proud of you and happy that you want to follow in his footsteps. But he won’t.”
With that he gave his reluctant friend a handy shove towards the control panel.
The console in question had a myriad of dials and switches, all flickering and blinking furiously. Ejidele stood in front of the ominously humming wall array, going over the merits of his friend’s argument in his juvenile mind. In truth he loved his father’s job and would love to try his hands on it, but he also knew about his father’s fearsome temper.
Olukoso’s anger was dreaded in the entire realm.
“Do it already” urged Esubiyi from behind him. “Just press something and turn it off immediately, then we can leave here to go and play. Nobody will ever know we did anything, I swear.”
Esubiyi’s glib outline didn’t soothe all of Ejidele’s fears. The part about nobody knowing what they’ve done wasn’t true because even if his father didn’t find out, the adarihunruns down under would experience a weather change, however brief. The prospect of causing that change excited him greatly beyond description dwarfing the fear of his father’s wrath, so he moved forward with purpose until he was close to the set, his eyes fixed on two switches below a blue colored dial.
They were the easiest to reach.
One switch was silver and the other was coal black. There were no instructions written anywhere on the panel and he couldn’t make up his mind on which to flip, so he resorted to what he normally did anytime he was undecided about making a choice.
“Kini bolo,meji bolo, pa n bolo, nibo nibo ji.”
The song ended with his finger pointing to the black switch, so he reached out boldly and flipped it downwards.