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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?

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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.

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“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.

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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
www.facebook.com/jaysblog
 

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val's14

“FATHER, MOTHER AND SON COMBINED! YOU DON KILL ME TODAY!” came the voice of Mama Derpina, and it quickly bounced off adjoining walls in the face-me-I-face-you network of this compound in Agege.

Nobody ran to her rescue. Nobody pricked their ears and said disapprovingly “Why that man dey too like to dey beat hin wife like that?” Mama Kelechi, however, shook her head, her face contorted in prudish revulsion. Nobody heard her, but she mouthed “harlot” (she pronounced it “allot”) before crossing briskly into the soot-blackened communal kitchen to give the akpu a few last turns.

Papa Ebuka cleared his throat as he moved his draughts piece across the board, noticing amusedly that Chidi, his neighbor, was distracted. Chidi crossed his legs (which is really funny, if you imagine a man trying to cross his leg while straddling a bench), hiding the beginnings of tumescence deep within his Utomi HillFinger boxers.

No, Mama Derpina wasn’t suffering from domestic violence (sort of). She was being ‘lashed’ from behind by another kind of cane (About 8.2 inches long with the approximate girth of thirty bundled-up chewing sticks), and she was calling on several deities who would have preferred to distance themselves from the matter.

As Papa Derpina rolled off his woman onto his side of the bed, Mama Derpina sighed satisfiedly and adjusted the wrapper – which was also their makeshift bedsheet – and wrapped her sweaty buttocks.

“Why you dey cover am na? Something wey you show me na na na?” Derpina’s popsy said with an amused smirk on his face.

“Ehen na. When feem finish, them no dey off TV? My TV don off abeg.”

Papa Derpina chuckled softly and smiled into the darkness. There were times, in the morning, when mama Derpina snored and drooled on the shared pillow (Which, as a matter of fact, was just a pillowcase stuffed with dirty laundry), where he often had to fight the urge to press the pillow against her face until she died, escape from the house (leaving Derpina sleeping in her room) and flee to Malawi. There were times when he considered mounting his okada and riding for as long as his fuel tank would go, then continue the journey – running – until he passed out from exhaustion. Mama Derpina was aggravating, truth be told, but her vocals during sex kept Papa Derpina coming for more.

Figuratively and otherwise.

“You know say all the neighbors hear when you dey shout, athink?” Papa Derpina asked, breaking the cloying silence.

“Ehen? And so?”

“Them go don discuss us tire since we pack come this area.”

“Na jealousy dey kill them na. When the women no sabi do. Na so papa Ebuka go play draft from morning ‘til night ooooh. Hin face go come long like NEPA pole because hin wife dey do 100 days fasting for shosh.”

Papa Derpina smiled again. It was also the pillow talk that made him almost love his wife. Almost. He surreptitiously adjusted his head until he arrived – ‘miraculously’ – atop her left breast. He nuzzled against her breast, feeling her heart beat through the mound of adipose tissue and sprinklings of areola.

“Valentine don come oh, Michael.”

It is important to describe Papa Derpina’s reflex mental reaction to that statement. Papa Derpina (in his mind), jumped off the bed naked, out the window, stepped on the broken shards of glass and kept running with bleeding feet until he reached the Nigeria-Cameroon border where he fought off some kidnappers and terrorists with the jawbone of an ass and migrated to Egypt where he spent the rest of his life building pyramids under a heavy sun and hard labor.

However, the bodily Papa Derpina lay frozen on the mound. This night was fast reaching its anticlimax. Mama Derpina never called him by his given name – Michael – unless money was about to change hands.

“Go on,” he said. His English always became perfect whenever he felt threatened. “I am listening.”

“Nothing oh. Just dey check say you never forget the date.” And she trowayed face like ees nothing.

Papa Derpina did a mental recon and arrived at a plan of action: ignore this problem and hope it goes away. “Okay. I no forget. I wan go piss.”

“Before you go. Hope say we go do this valentine proper this year sha?”

DIRECT CONFRONTATION, thought Papa Derpina in capital letters. THIS ENEMY GOETH NOT EXCEPT BY PRAYER AND FASTING.

“The piss don hook me.”

“Ehn. Just talk make I know. E no go take time.”

“You wan’ make I piss for body first before you know say the matter serious?”

“Yes. I go mop grand. No be today. You kuku piss for bed last week. Oya. Talk.”

His brain, seeing red again, switched to English. “Woman, believe me, there is no cause for alarm or consternation. Every preamble has been covered to ensure suitable goodwill amongst both parties, id est you and me.”

“Sir?”

“I don handle the valentine matter. I go surprise you, I swear.”

“Ehen! Na wetin I just want make you talk. You fit go piss, my strong, strong husband!”

Laughing drily, Papa Derpina made his way to the paint bucket situated in the corridor (that was their makeshift ‘toilet’ in case you wondered).

He held the bucket close to his flaccid penis as his urine dropped reluctantly into the bucket and sighed miserably.

Expenses, expenses. Derpina go chop food, wear cloth. Mama Derpina go chop food, wear cloth. We must connect DSTV because if we do GoTV, the neighbors go call us sufferhead. I-better-pass-my-neighbor generator go make Mama Derpina shame to dey buy karosin from Mama Clara, so we gatz buy big Elemax. We go pay NEPA bill. House rent. School fees. Na only Papa Derpina dey go work for the house oh. Only me.

On top of that wan now, she go like make I buy am Smartphone so she go fit dey Instagram like Cynthia wey dey go LASU.

Papa Derpina considered the Malawi plan again, this time with a lot more seriousness.

 

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Vunderkind: Bespectacled geeky farmer with a pen. On twitter,I am the asshole called @TheVunderkind
www.iraborjustin.wordpress.com

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.

 

@trixandra
www.trixandra.blogspot.com

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***

@duchesskk

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Dear diary blog

Jan 9th, 2014.

I’m not sure what today’s date is. I wake up startled. My head hurts. I look around slowly, and then I remember the accident. I’m not sure what really happened but I’m sure I’m in a hospital. I look to my right and my mum is holding my hand and my sister is on my other side almost suffocating me with her ball tummy.

I am not feeling too much pain but I need to dramatize my return to the world, I always tell my friends that if I’d ever faint and wake up not too shaken, I’d add some drama to my return.

“Where am I?” I shout. I hear Dean burst into laughter from somewhere in the room, he must have remembered, I smile.

Everyone starts talking at the same time, then they stop and let my mum explain to me how I’m in the hospital and how I drove into a ditch to avoid a head to head collision with a trailer. She tells me no one died and that the doctor says I am going to be fine.

I sit up to see my entire family and friends in my hospital room; they all look horrible but relieved that I am awake.

My mum goes on to tell me how my darling Lagosians had been robbing me while others were rushing me to the hospital. Chai! My 5S was gone.

I didn’t know when I said “Chai! My 5S” out loud!

Loty is the one who replies “Shei if you had died, you would have been using 5S to call us from heaven? Ode!”

Everyone starts laughing. I didn’t have energy for any comebacks so I just smile.

Ahem“, that was my dad. “Let leave the girl to rest, besides Dean wants to talk to her.”

Shei this Dean does not understand English? I’m sure if I had died he would have brought that ring to my funeral to propose. This guy don tire me.

Omalicha” I hear him say, I start laughing. His American accent did the word no justice.

“Please who is teaching you Ibo?!” I ask.

Ehen! So your tongue is still sharp after sleeping for two days? You dey craze.”

2 days? So I was asleep for 2 days, that one no be sleep now, na coma.

I was still thinking when I hear Dean say “Baby, why you no wan marry me now? Abi I get craw-craw for body?”

Sigh. Dean thinks everything is a joke.

Next thing I hear is “This your hospital gown is fine o, your figure is even more pronounced.”

Dean is an idiot; I wonder what he told my father that he wanted to say to me that made them pack everyone out of the room.

“Dean, I’m sorry I can’t marry you or anyone. I’m sorry I lied to you when you asked me about my genotype, I am SS. I know I lied that I was AS but when you said you were also AS, I was convinced that I didn’t need to tell you the truth because we can’t get married anyways. I’m sorry.” I am already crying and I look up to see Dean smiling at me.

“Neni, you are a mumu sha. So you think I didn’t know? How can we love together for so long and you’d think I don’t know that you are SS? All those your drugs that you always sneak to take, na wa for you. I’ve known since the week we moved in together, I hate that you lied to me but I understand. By the way I am AA and I just enjoyed punishing you. I still want to marry your lying ass though” Dean said.

I am elated to hear all these. But I wonder what Dean would say when I tell him I don’t want kids because I am scared of dying at childbirth.

He brings out the ring and turns to me with a mischievous smile on his face, bends down really close and whispers silently

“You are pregnant.”

I fainted again.

 

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