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He cried as he held her lifeless body in his hand. He was too late; all he did was for nothing. He wailed as the pain was too much for him to bear all alone. Why now, he thought.

“Why does it have to be now?” He screamed, tears dropping down free from his eyes as he looked up, asking God. “You should have given her a little more time. Are you trying to punish me or what?” He kept on screaming, a little inaudible as he cried.

All he wanted was to give her a better life. He had caused her too much pain, a pain too great for anyone and he was too late to set things right. He was certain God was punishing him for his sins against her and he was never going to forgive himself.

The cold nights on the streets, without a home to stay. The cold nights that they had to go hungry. The nights she had to be with papa Ebuka just because… he couldn’t bear the thought of thinking about it, talk less of saying it. He never wanted to think about it again, he had pushed it deep down away and locked it up deep inside him. It was a suppressed memory. He tried so hard to forget about it but he knew no matter what, he couldn’t. The sacrifices she had made just because of him were too much and the memories were going to hunt him for the rest of his life. How would he keep on living?

*************

You no dey hear word oh, Johnny. Calm down. No be so dem they do things. Your body too dey hot.” She had said to him.

He wasn’t listening, he was too angry to, the anger raged through his veins like the blood that flowed in them. That night he crept into the ma’s room and smothered him with the pillow beside him as he slept. He was never going to let him touch her again or take advantage of their situation, for as long and he lived, he made sure of that as he felt the life leave papa Ebuka’s body.

He knew she suspected him but she didn’t say anything about it. It was something they both knew but they never spoke of, till this day.

*************

“Johnny, where you dey?” He heard her call for him. He didn’t answer, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to get caught so he was in stealth mode hiding behind the door.  He held his breath as if, if he let out the air, she would know that he was there.

They hadn’t been in good terms for the last few days and he wasn’t ready to face her, at least not yet. Ever since that papa Ebuka incident, things slowly got estranged between them. He loved her so dearly but why he kept on fighting with her he had no idea, they never seemed to agree on anything. If only she saw things his own way a little bit more.

She left the room and he sighed. He was relieved that she didn’t see him. He had planned it all out and was going to carry out his plan to the last word. He can’t afford for her to spoil it. What he was about to do was going to hurt her greatly but the end justifies the means, he thought. He was doing all for her.

He took all their savings she had saved and it broke his heart as he knew it would break hers. He wrote her a small note apologizing and promised he wasn’t coming back until he had made it in life.

********

He had finally made it. He was what they termed as a big boy. He was finally going to give her the life she deserved. Nothing was between him and that now and he was determined to set things right. She had no choice but to forgive him. All he did, he did for her. The past didn’t matter now, all they needed was the future and he saw a bright one ahead.

He got to the house and as he parked his sleek new he saw her, she looked ill, she was sick, he could see it. She was coughing too but she hadn’t seen him yet. He hoped she would look up as he walked closer to her, before he could reach her, his mother dropped to the floor…

He cried as he held her lifeless body in his hand. He was too late; all he did was for nothing. He wailed as the pain was too much for him to bear all alone. Why now, he thought.

“Why does it have to be now?” He screamed, tears dropping down free from his eyes as he looked up, asking God. “You should have given her a little more time. Are you trying to punish me or what?” He kept on screaming, a little inaudible as he cried.

All he wanted was to make let her enjoy the ripe and juicy fruits of her suffering. The suffering they suffered together.

A neighbor heard his scream and came. He held in his hand a letter from her. He had written it for her as she couldn’t write it herself.  As if she knew that this day would come. He opened it was shaking hands and read it with tear filled eyes….

“Johnny, all I wanted you to do was listen, I know you wanted me to enjoy life but you went about it the wrong way. You left me all alone in this cold world that wrapped its cold lifeless hands around me, when I needed you the most. You left without a word not even a goodbye. You didn’t even ask for my blessings, after all the pain I went through for you and all the sufferings we went through together. I needed from you was just you love and nothing more but you were nowhere to be found. Not even the riches of the world could compare to that. I can’t say I forgive you because I never held it against you for one minute. I have and will always love you…”

The tears dropped freely from his eyes. All he wanted was to give her a better life but he had gone about it the wrong way. He could see all she had talked about while growing up. It had dawned to him but a little too late. He had caused her too much pain, a pain too great for anyone and he was too late to set things right. He was certain God was punishing him for his sins against her and he was never going to forgive himself.

The cold nights on the streets, without a home to stay. The cold nights that they had to go hungry He tried so hard to forget about it but he knew no matter what, he couldn’t. The sacrifices she had made just because of him were too much and the memories were going to hunt him for the rest of his life. How would he keep on living?…

He tied the rope firmly around the hook that dropped down from the ceiling, he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew this was going to hunt him forever, even in the afterlife but right now he couldn’t keep on living, not when the one person he lived for had left him, there was no point. Now he knew how she felt when he left her and that even hurt him more. The pain was imaginable and unbearable.

He put the rope around his neck and tightened it…he was going to meet her in the afterlife life, nothing else mattered more than her….

***End***

PS: A wise woman once told me “always leave loved ones with loving words it might be the last time you see them.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! MAY GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU FOR ME.
THIS GOES OUT TO ALL THE MOTHERS OUT THERE WHO HAVE MADE SACRIFICES ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, YOU ALL ARE WHERE LIFE BEGINS AND LOVE NEVER ENDS…
 
 
©JAY
@SirJay_Suave
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And of course, we cant leave our duchess out… This is one hell of a beautiful piece. 😀

Enjoy…as always
val's14

Zino gave him a foot massage as he watched the African nations cup qualifier, he loved it when she did this. He loved most things his wife of 2 years did. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen. She made the best banga soup in the world, okay second best after his mum’s. She was a real gem though, he was lucky to have gotten such a beautiful woman and to end up her husband seemed like the best blessing a man could ask for. He met her in his final year of UNI and spent the next one year asking for a date. First, all he wanted was to date her, but once they started dating he knew he couldn’t spend the rest of his life without her. She was obviously scared of his player past and especially since she had caught him cheating on her once. It took a lot of convincing and begging for her to finally give in.

Finally, on the 4th of September 2010 they said their vows in front of her amazing family and his.

They decided not to have kids immediately, so they spent the first year traveling to different parts of the world, she was a director at her father’s company so she took a long leave and he was a travel agent and could afford to work from any part of the world. He always told Zino that the Maldives trip was his best trip ever.

The second year of their marriage wasn’t as good as they had expected. Zino became very ill, she kept treating malaria, typhoid and eventually pneumonia. Efe couldn’t take it anymore and made her travel out for a checkup in the UK. Zino was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It was already in its late stage. It was detected late. The doctor told him his wife was going to die. Efe cried like a baby, he was going to lose his best friend, his baby, his angel, his wife, he wasn’t ready. Zino was only 26; 26 year olds never died of cancer or did they? He had to be strong for his wife.

They went to a counselor; he had sessions with them and tried to help them come to terms with her impending death. Her father refused to accept it, he kept asking if money was the problem, he wanted to fly her to the best hospitals in the world, he forced them to go to the US for a second opinion, every doctor said the same thing, it was too late for chemo, it was too late to save her life, she had only a few weeks to live, at most 2 months.

They spent her last days in bed mostly, she wanted to travel and be lively but she had no energy and was too sick. His family were very supportive, they came to help clean and cook, his sister particularly made all her favourite meals, everyday felt like the ‘last supper’. Her parents were distraught; they brought different men of God every day. In fact Zino was the strongest of everyone, she came to terms with it so easily, this upset Efe so much, he hated that she didn’t want to fight, to survive, to stay with him. How could she accept death so easily? Efe hardly worked, he just wanted to be close to his wife all the time.

As they lay in bed cuddling and watching Scandal, he felt her breath stop and her body stiffen. His wife was gone. He just held her and cried so hard. The next few weeks were a blur, the burial was planned and executed without much input from him, he only picked her dress and the venue of internment.

That was six months ago. Today he walked into his office looking around in disgust as he saw the valentine decorations everywhere. This was the first time in 6 years that he didn’t need to make valentine preparations. He missed Zino, he missed her so much. He didn’t even want much in life; he would trade everything in the world to hear her laugh again.

The date was the 14th of February 2014. He had already told his secretary to buy him flowers to take to his wife’s grave. He had to go to work to pick them up. As he entered his office he saw a big envelop sitting on his desk, he’d deal with it later, he was already feeling down and he knew why. He decided to open the envelop, maybe he should ask his secretary who it was from. He picked the envelop, opened it and saw a paper and a key, he opened the paper and it read:

Efe my love,
How have you been? Hope you are doing great without me?

It was from Zino. How? He continued to read.

Do you have a girlfriend yet? Lol . I doubt it. I didn’t want you to spend valentine alone so I got you a new toy! Take the key and take your new baby for a spin.
I love you now and always.

P.S you always asked what I did with all the money my parents and uncle gave me for the wedding, well … Lol

Efe was stunned. This woman was perfect. How did she plan this? While he worried about her health she worried about valentine. She was a piece of work.

He went outside and took a good look at his new toy. It was a 2013 BMW R1200GS . It was simply amazing.

He went inside the office beaming like a kid, his workers were whispering, he was so sure his wife had managed to win ‘most romantic wife’ award. He picked her flowers and got on his bike. As he rode away he realized he was indeed lucky to have had Zino till her dying day.

 

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val's14

Mary blocked Sydney’s path has she proposed to leave the house. She held a knife to her own neck and yelled,

“There ain’t no way you’re gonna leave me in this house if we ain’t gonna fix this. Ama freaking kill myself.”

Sidney eyes shot red hot, she was angered by Mary’s statement. She ran towards her, punched her ribs, and slapped the knife away from her hand.

“You wanna die? Be my guest. But ain’t gonna watch you kill yourself because of that Son of a bitch.” She said with her voice trembling and her whole body vibrating. “Is he worth more than I am to you?” She took a deep breath and then continued. “Can’t you see how much I care about you, about our lives, our future?”

She gazed at her pointing a finger,

“You know he doesn’t deserve you, you know you don’t love him. You wanna keep being his punching bag, his sex machine? Tell me.” Sydney yelled at Mary yet again. “I’m gonna leave you with your thoughts hun, and by the time I get back. I wanna know what your decision is.  A sister’s love or a brother’s touch?”

She held her in her hands, kissed her passionately and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

Mary burst into tears as she watched Sydney shut the door, she screamed at the top of her voice,

“Watcha gonna have me do.” She wept on.

***************

Rick held a small torch light as he combed the room for evidence. He knew the routine; it was a crime scene, so he requested the presence of a forensic psychologist and an officer from the Los Angeles Police Department as he scanned the room in search of every little detail that will unveil the murderers’ identity. He had intercepted a dispatch call on his way to the office, and so he decided to be the first detective on site since it was just behind his neighborhood. He wore a pair of gloves and switched on the torch in his hands. Rick is young, but he was also one of the Bureau’s brightest detectives. He gazed at his wristwatch; it was 8:27 in the morning.

“What happened here?” He asked the officer beside him.

The officer, whose badge read John Stone, looked clueless. He kept rolling his eyes as if it would explain his ignorance.

He then breathed out, “I think he was killed by a female during sex.” He paused for a moment, “With that knife”, pointing his pen at the direction of a knife that hid under the bed.

“That’s some crazy shit. Have you got any information on the deceased?” Rick asked, paying intense attention to the dead body that laid on the bed.

The officer wore a frown on his face, he doesn’t enjoy a detective ordering him around, but he had no choice.

“His name is Mark Brian, works at the train station, and he has a girlfriend; her name, Mary Jane.”

Stone stopped, only to realize Rick wasn’t paying attention, or perhaps looked like he wasn’t paying attention. 

“What’s today’s date Officer?” Rick asked,

“15th of February detecti…”,

“Yesterday was valentine, bloody valentine.” Rick cut him off before he could finish answering, He faced Officer Stone and told him, “Get me Mary Jane’s address.”

***************

As Rick drove down to Mary Jane’s apartment on Oxford Street, he wrapped his mind around the crime scene. He was a graduate of criminology, so he understood a fact: you can only solve a case when you fit yourself into it. This was clumsy, his mind flashed back to Mark’s lifeless body; he was naked, he had a knife wound on his neck which probably led to huge loss of blood, and his hands and legs were tied to the bed with four neck ties.

He was going at the speed of 40km/hr, and whenever he hit a traffic light, he would murmur to himself, “What am I missing?”

He brought out an earring from his left pocket; he had stolen it from the crime scene. The earring looked awfully familiar to him but he couldn’t just place where he had seen it before no matter how hard he tried. He knew it would help him solve the case, so he stole the earring to avoid unnecessary bureaucracy at the Office. Solving the case would earn him deserved respect amongst his colleagues. 

Why would one kill his or her spouse on Val’s day? He thought to himself.

However, he didn’t dwell on the thought for so long has it only brought memories of his girlfriend’s absence on Val’s day. She had gone to Ohio to visit her parents, and left him to loneliness. He knew something was off about her before she left, he couldn’t just pinpoint what exactly so he let it slide. He wasn’t too cool about her leaving and they fought about it too so, he spent the day drinking, after which he got a blow job at a strip club. 

Detective Rick finally arrived at Oxford Street, and it wasn’t difficult for him to locate Mary Jane’s house. It was the second house on the block.

***************

 

Mary Jane lit a stick of cigarette as she sipped on the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. The guilt of what she did to Mark raged within her. She had left him the day before to be with another. She spent the night in the cold arms of another; she was cheating on him. She told a lie. She sank into the couch beside her, with her eyes heavily clouded. She began to weep silently.

She grabbed her phone from the floor, and dialed his number on speed dial. He didn’t answer; she became furious after the 6th attempt,

“Where the hell did you keep your phone Mark? Ain’t fucking doing this shit no more. I gotta tell you something.” She yelled at herself like a junkie in desperate need of a drag.

While she was yet at it again, her doorbell rang. She killed the cigarette in her hand by squeezing it on the ash tray. She was expecting her true love; she brushed away the tears with her hand, and rushed to open the door.

“Good morning ma’am, I’m here to see Mary Jane. Am I at the right address?” Rick asked Mary, who was shocked to him.

She was expecting someone else. She quickly snapped out of her slumber and answered, “I am Mary Jane, how can I help you?”

“I am detective Rick, I’m with the FBI. I’d like to ask you few questions”, Rick replied.

“Oh my God! Rick Starburn of New Jersey University. Criminology department. Ricky, you don’t remember me?”

Rick stood transfixed, trying to search his memory for an answer.

“Mary Jane Ivy, the girl that was rusticated from the department for possession of Marijuana in the second year”, Rick shouted like someone who hit a Jackpot. “Fuck hell, you gotta be kidding me. Where the hell have you been?” He asked in excitement.

They laughed for a minute, and Rick quickly got back to why he was there.

“Can I come in?” He requested, she winked at him and beckoned at him with her middle finger to come in.

Rick and Mary shared histories; they used to be friends with benefits back in school.

***************

“Are you saying you were with him yesterday?” Rick asked.

“I was with him in the early hours of the day. Why are you asking me all these questions? You getting me scared Ricky.”

“I’m sorry Mary, Mark was murdered last night.”

She jumped out of the couch and burst into tears. Rick was aware that he needed to complete the questioning, but he couldn’t do such at the sight of a lady who just got the news of his boyfriend’s death.

He moved close to console her, and she held him tight while she cried. Rick brought out his handkerchief to wipe off her tears. He pulled her face up in an attempt to clean her tears and she kissed him. They got locked up in the epic romance and ended up in the bedroom.

***************

Detective Sydney came back with a lot of groceries, she was going to make up with Mary Jane about the fight they had earlier. She hit the doorbell twice and got no response. So she decided to let herself in with the spare key.

She’s been out for long, perhaps she is still angry, she thought. She walked into the living room gently, whispering, “Baby, I’m sorry…….”

She opened the door to the bedroom and found her making love to another man. She was shocked. Not only by what she saw but she also recognized the man Mary Jane was with. She stood in trance, pulled out her gun and held it in her hand, as she waited for them to be done. She wanted to be sure of who Mary was having sex with, even though her mind had confirmed it. They turned around, and got a post valentine surprise. Mary and Rick faced Sydney.

Rick was shocked, shocked beyond words. “Sydney!!” He almost screamed.

What was his girlfriend doing there? Had she followed him? But she wasn’t supposed to be back yet. How did she find him? The questions were flying through his head.

Rick jumped up naked and perturbed, “It’s not what you think babe.”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe this Mary. I fuckin’ murdered Mark last night, and here you are fucking my boyfriend already.” Sydney raged at Mary Jane ignoring Rick.

“What the fuck is going on here? You know her?” He asked Mary, pointing at Sydney. They both ignored him.

“Wait…What? You killed mark? Sydney, you disrespect your badge and my love for you. You told me you were gonna see your folks. What’s your relationship with Mary?”

Sydney put two bullets in his head before he could make another statement. Mary became sacred, and she pleaded for her life.

Sydney looked at her sympathetically,

“I ain’t gonna kill you. I love you. I left my man for you, killed your man for us, and you chose to fuck with the man I left for you. I hate you Mary!! I fuckin’ hate you!”

She moved closer to Mary, kissed her tight. She put the gun in her hands, faced the muzzle to herself and squeezed the trigger with her help. She shot herself in the chest, and while she was gasping for air, she made a call to dispatch,

“Officer down, block 2, house 2, Oxford street. Send a back uuuup and a medic.” Sydney coughed her last, and Mary fainted.

 

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val's14

It was Valentine. Everybody was carried away in the spirit of valentine. Girls had accessories, the colour of red pinned on their hair, shirts, skirts and even some started wearing red shoes. As for the guys, normal blue jeans gradually gave way for red skinny jeans. The lecturers were not left out. The bars, clubs, restaurants, supermarkets and hotel all had valentine displays in and around their premises. Businesses were offering discounts; some people were winning free tickets to a romantic get away with their lovers. Churches and campus fellowships were all in preparation for the big day. Some girls had even changed their names to Valerie, even some claimed to be born on Valentine. Coincidentally, my birthday fell on February 14. What were my parents thinking?  

My first year roommate already had a date for the d-day. Tola in second year had been on a steady relationship with her boyfriend for the past eleven months. My final year roommate Hope was the churchy type, the typical long gown and loose shirt wearing ‘sister’. A part of the sect that believed that any form of ornament was a sin including wedding rings. I had once asked her why she wears gold wristwatches in spite of her belief. Were they not also regarded as ‘ornaments’? She had called me an inquisitive monkey and avoided answering. There was little or no hope for her even though one of her ‘brothers’ had been trying so hard to befriend her in the ‘worldly’ way.

As for me, I was clueless on what to expect that day from my ‘admirers’. I thought about Larry but he was such a broke guy. The last time he visited me without prior notice; I had to give him transport fare back to his lodge. I didn’t think Kenneth; my best friend would possibly have time for me. He must have made plans to spend the day with his new girlfriend Onyinyechi.

Every girl must have at a time in her life had a secret wish. Mine was a Knight in shining Armani who would sweep me off my feet and treat me as a queen. I thought about ‘him’ once again. He was dressed in a magnificent Shining Armani Suit, a golden crown on his head and a sceptre in his hands. He stood out among all the other men in a large feast where a banquet was about to be held. Tall, handsome, fine well sculptured face the effect of which every other lady in the hall was ogling him. He was advancing close towards me with determination as if I was cherished prize he had to take away and tuck safely out of danger. He was not aware of the flirtatious glances from the ladies. His eyes were set on me. Just as he was about to hold out his arms for me to link them with hi, I felt a hard tap on my shoulder bringing me eight thousand miles back to reality. I hissed and turned to the culprit.

“Eeh babe, what now?” I asked Tola frowning while rubbing the area where she had just hit me.

“You are just weird Dunmo, how can you be smiling to only what you can see or has the anointing fallen upon you?”

“Anointing ke? Nothing jare.” I replied. I stood up from my reading table with the novel I had been reading earlier and laid down on my bed.

“Will you be going out with Skuki on Val?”

“Yes, of course” She answered. Her face lit up in a smile.

Great. I can now book sharwama earlier. Better don’t come back without it.”

“Yes madam.” She replied.

I saw ‘him’ the next day in school. He was looking every bit like the young millionaire he was. My heart flipped immediately our eyes met for a nanosecond before I shyly looked away. An imaginary force kept pushing me close to him and under that impulse; I took five steps towards him before I regained consciousness and turned rather to the direction of my lecture hall.

Valentine afternoon, I had a surprise package waiting for me on my bed. The package was wrapped in pink and white. Inside it was a sleeveless full length gown with a slit reaching above the knees. The dress was a design from Shamaeel Ansari. The price tag made me gasp. Also included in the package was a pair of black six inches stilettos and accessories to go with the gown. There was a note attached to it. It read ‘Wear this for me tonight. I will pick you up by seven-thirty pm. Love xxxx.’

I had private misgivings about accepting such gifts especially one from an unknown potential valentine date. I repackaged the items and dropped it in my wardrobe. Two hours later, I was alone in the room. The items were still lying where I had dumped them earlier. The orange wall clock above Hope’s bed said 7:03 pm. the curiosity to find out who the unknown was took over my being at that moment. I yanked my wardrobe open. In less than fifteen minutes, I was done. I applied light make-up on my face and wore the stilettos. I looked at the full length mirror at the door to the bathroom, I looked completely transformed. The gown fitted me sprucely giving me a ‘diva’ look and the accessories uplifted my appearance.

There was a knock on the door. It opened to reveal two men. Before I could say ‘Jack Robinson’, I was blindfolded and taken to a car. I was scared but the feeling of posh leather seats beneath my hand conveyed to me that my abductors were not after my life. No word was uttered till the car came to a halt twenty minutes later. The door to my side opened. I was gently helped out of the car and guided into a building. When the blindfold was finally removed, I found myself standing in front of a large golden door. I opened the door to hear a beautiful rendition of ‘Happy Birthday to you’ by a popular musician that made me weak at the knees, the clapping by the guests at the end of it. The hall was filled with different classes of people; a gigantic cake was placed at the middle of the hall. To my surprise, Tola and Ifunanya were there with their dates. They waved at me while giggling loudly. I made a mental note to kill them once this was over. Osaruyi met me halfway into the hall, linking my arms with his and together we walked gracefully to where my seat was.

“You look elegant.”

“Thank you.” I replied rather curtly. After a brief introduction, the cake was cut. I had a couple, of dance with Osas after that. We later switched. I danced with my roommates, friends and a couple of Osas’ friends. After the dinner, Osas was nowhere to be seen. I handed my glass of wine to the waiter and went in search of him. I went towards the door leading outside when I felt strong but gentle hands pull me to a hard chiselled chest.

“Osas,” I whispered in batted breath to the gentleman who had the ability of taking my breath away whenever he is in close proximity.

“Dunmo, i know you definitely want to wriggle my intestines out of my body but let’s talk first, hmm.”

He led me out of the building to a beautiful garden just behind the banquet hall. We sat down on a bench carved out of acacia wood.

“I hope my men didn’t manhandle you.”

“No.”

His face became serious. “I have to be honest here.”

A pregnant silence passed before he continued.

“I have always had a thing for you. I knew what I felt right at that first time I saw you at admin block was not just the normal everyday love or infatuation.

“Don’t even remind me about that.” I laughed remembering my gawky little self walking with my books placed in m arms on my way to finish up my physical clearance. He was walking and talking with his friend when he had hit me with his elbow sending me flying sideways and my books scattering all over the place. I hissed and made a nasty comment when he had tried helping me up. I left him there stunned without uttering a word.

“Your attitude struck me that day Dunmo. I mean nobody had ever treated me like that before. I got to my room that day and replayed the scene over and over again in my head. I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I embarked on a missionary journey to get your attention. I know you feel as if I had browbeaten you into coming here but I knew of no other way to express my feelings. I love you Dunmo, very much” He said tucking a stranded hair back into its proper place as he held my eyes with his.

“Please say something”

“Okay, since it’s all about being honest here, let’s bring it on.”

He looked at me with a raised brow.”

“You have been my secret crush.”

Osas laughed heartily. “Like seriously?”

“Like duuh.” I replied.

“That means we have been like opposite poles of a magnet waiting for the right time to attract.”

“You could say that again.” I said. We talked late into the night learning more about each other. That night marked the beginning of a friendship that blossomed into something more than friendship itself. We became inseparable more like two peas in a bud. He was more than just a friend to me and vice versa. Osas graduated that year and I followed suit the next year. We got married four years later in a beautiful ceremony on the beautiful island of Tahiti in the presence of our family and friends.

Unfortunately, our happily ever after didn’t materialize as Osas died nine months later in a plane crash. He died but not without planting his seed in me. Nine months later, I held my bundle of joy in my arms and named him Osaruyi after his father.

It was Valentine today and I had gone to his grave side to remind him that he gave me the best valentine ever. Osas Jnr who was now six years old placed our simple wreath at his tomb head. It read 

“Knowing that you are in heaven watching over us makes us stronger every day. Love, Dunmo and Osas.”

I linked my hands with Osaruyi’s and walked back to the car.

 

The end.

 

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The Grudge

DAY 4

I wake up feeling weak, I run to the bathroom and vomit, I feel so terrible. I start putting our things together. My stomach rumbles, I realize this feeling is familiar. I call the reception, a lady picks up the phone, I ask her if she can help me get a Pregnancy Test Strip and she says she can’t. I would buy one as soon as I get to the airport, I better not be pregnant.

Dele drives us to the airport; he is quiet the whole time. He has still not mentioned my mother. I am equally lost in thoughts. The kids are chatty in the back seat, they seem extremely happy today.

As soon as we get to the airport I enter one of the shops and buy the strip, leave my family and head straight for the restrooms. My hands are shaking as I take a pee, I don’t think I am ready to be pregnant again, not with all this drama. I wait for five minutes. I know even before I look at it, I am pregnant.

I should tell Dele. I rush out and see my husband sitting dejectedly on a seat with his head down. He is crying, he is inconsolable.

“They are gone.” He says.

Without asking, I know he is referring to my kids, for the second time in four days, I faint.

My mum is beside me when I wake up; she’s holding me with one hand, her rosary in the other. I don’t want to know what is going on, I look around and I am at home, in my own bed. I smile, I bet Dele isn’t worrying anymore. Chinedu has done his worst. We can as well go back home and plan from there. My mum tries to recount her experience with the kidnappers to me, can’t she tell that I am not interested. My babies are gone.

I cut her off midsentence, “Where is my husband?” I ask her. She leaves to get him.

As soon as Dele comes in I look at him, he looks ten years older than he did 4 days ago.

“What are we going to do Dele?” I ask.

He says he is talking to some people and that he has it under control. At this point I know he is a joker. I tell him that I need to eat and I leave for the kitchen. Half way there, I realize what I have to do, I pick up my car keys and head for the police station.

I recount my ordeal to the DPO and he can almost not believe my story. He explains that he has to wait for 24 hours before he can begin to treat my children’s case as a missing persons’ case. I am not fazed. I ask him if he also has to wait 24 hours to arrest a murderer. He says no. He can hardly believe what I am implying, neither can I but I want my babies and I will throw anyone under the bus to get them. I drop the address with a threat that I would personally call the Commissioner of police if nothing is done within the hour.

By the time I get back to the car I see 7 missed calls from my husband, I don’t bother calling back. I go straight home. Dele looks so relieved to see me. I tell him I needed some air and I had to take a drive. I can’t think straight, I feel dizzy! I should eat. My mother is busy cooking when I enter the house. I remember she cooks as a form of therapy. I suddenly feel sorry for her. She has been through a lot this week. She was kidnapped, she has no idea why and now her beloved grand children were missing. I realized she would understand more because she had been in the company of these men.

“What were they like mum?” I ask.

“Ehn?” She replied.

I tell her to explain what her time was like with the kidnappers. She tells me that they were nice to her, they said their business was with her son-in-law, she ate thrice a day and had a room to herself. I feel some relief hearing all this.

I was still smiling when I hear a knock on the door, it is the police. They arrest my husband, as he leaves with them, he tells me to call his lawyer. I don’t know what to do so I drive behind them to the station, my mum sitting beside me as I tell her Dele’s story.

Dele has been drilled for hours by the police and I am not sure what he has told them but I know that the police had begun to search for Chinedu.

It’s been two days since my kids disappeared, I am home with my mum, Dele is still in police custody. People have been coming to commiserate with me, bad news travels fast. I even hear that newspapers are carrying my story claiming that they interviewed me, I have not given any interviews, I have cried my eyes out and I am waiting for news about my babies.

I am sleeping when my mum comes into my room; the police commissioner is here to see me. I immediately know something is wrong. I rush to the sitting room and he asks me to sit. He came with two officers, one of them has tribal marks and my mind drifts as I try to decipher what part of the country he is from. The commissioner calls out to me and he tells me they had found Chinedu. What is my business? I almost blurt out, I want my kids. And then I hear him say the worst thing I have ever heard in my life.

“When we got there, we were too late, he had raped and killed the kids.” He said.

“Whose kids?” I shout. I was wailing and crying. I don’t understand, people are holding me, the room is spinning, and my soul and body have separated. I am finished.

 

5 months later

I am seven months along, my tummy is so large, and it’s the only thing that makes me smile. I walk to the car and head for the court. Today, Chinedu and Dele would face the court and we shall finally hear their sides of the story.

My husband is almost unrecognizable when he is brought out and forced into the dock. He has long forgiven me for turning him in. He recounts the events of the night when he killed Chinedu’s dad. He mentions a lot of details that he never mentioned to me. He tells the court how he and his four gang members took turns and raped Chinedu’s mother and sister. He tells the court how he fled and he tries to convince everyone that he is a changed man. I am overwhelm with emotions, I think I am having contractions.

Eventually Chinedu comes out and tells his story of pain and betrayal. He is convinced that Dele knew that it was his family he was attacking, he says he feels no remorse for killing my kids, he tells the court that he enjoyed raping my kids because he could finally cause immeasurable pain to Dele. I cannot bear to listen to him; I get up to leave the court. As I try to walk, my water broke.

“I am having a baby.” I scream. I am rushed to the hospital. An emergency evacuation is scheduled, the baby is still premature. I have not shopped for this child, I am not even sure if I want him/her. I don’t want new responsibilities, I want to kill myself. I am now a laughing stock of all our former friends. It’s with these thoughts I finally drift off as I am rolled in for surgery.

I don’t know how long I was asleep, I wake up startled. The nurse runs to my side.

“How do you feel ma?” she asks.

“I am fine, my body hurts but I am fine.”

She asks if I am ready to see my baby, I say yes. She gets another nurse to help her and they put me on a wheel chair. They roll me to another room. There are two incubators so I ask which one my baby is in, they say both. I could not believe it. Twins. Two boys. My babies.

We have finally come back home. The boys are healthy. They won’t stop eating. Dele has gotten his sentence, 25 years in prison. I don’t know how I feel about that. Chinedu got a life sentence, it won’t bring my babies back but I pray he lives long enough to suffer every pain he put me through.

I am writing Dele a letter, I am thanking him for being a great husband, an amazing liar, a good father and a big pretender. I am not sure if I can forgive him.

I have made my mistakes, I don’t know what I could have done differently. I know I lost my kids and my husband in one week. That’s enough reason to die. But I have chosen to live for my boys.

For these ones I would kill.

***The END***

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