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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….


PS: A wise woman once told me “always leave loved ones with loving words it might be the last time you see them.”


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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The Grudge


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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The Grudge



I wake up to an amazing warm weather. I move closer to my husband and suddenly I remember what had transpired the day before and I move away. I quickly get up and run to the kids’ wing of our suite, they are still asleep. The life of a child is so easy; the twins have slept through the entire ordeal. I wish they can sleep till we get to SA so I do not have to deal with the insistent questions my 4year olds like to grill me with, especially with the impending situation. I start setting out their clothes for the day as I feel small hands hugging me from behind.

“Good morning mummy” that’s Daniella, my bubbly four year old.

I pick her up and sit on the floor, “why are you crying mummy?” she asks. I laugh.

The questions have begun, as I start explaining how ‘something’ got into my eyes, I hear her brother calling out for his daddy.

“Daddy, what are we doing in this fine place?” I laugh and call him to sit with his sister and me.

I start telling them about our ‘vacation’ in South Africa and they sound excited. They ask if we are already in South Africa and I tell them that we would leave soon. I put on the television and put the channel on Cartoon network, this should keep them busy, till I organize my thoughts.

Daniel calls out to me, “Mummy, what about school?” That’s my little whiz kid. Apparently, he would rather go to school than travel for a vacation. Dele saves me by explaining that his school is so on vacation; I doubt he believes but he gets carried away by Dexter’s Lab.

My husband tries to hug me; I move away, he must be mad if he thinks I am going to act like all is well. I am so confused.

Dele spends the whole day on the computer, making transfers, calling his offices and making arrangements. He is back to being the planner that I know. The kids are playing on the balcony and I sit and watch them. I am not sure if it’s even safe but I don’t know what is safe or unsafe anymore. I mean, I married a murderer, that is as unsafe as it gets, right? The fact that Dele was so rich at 27 when I met him should have made me think twice, but I didn’t. He told me his story, that his father died in an accident, his mother followed 3 years after suffering a stroke. He was 14 when she died and his only uncle threw him out. He had traded spare parts, served a master for four years and eventually got his freedom. He told me how he started his own spare parts business at 18 and moved to Lagos after his business grew. Before we got married I met his uncle and his uncle did not dispute the story. In fact, he was apologetic for throwing Dele out. My family loves Dele; my mum cannot get over his smile, his ‘sincerity’ and his doting attitude.

My mum! I should call my mum as I recalled she was supposed to visit today. I need to find an excuse so she doesn’t bother coming. I will call her when we go inside.

My phone rings, It is my mum, I smile and answer, “Hello Mum” I hear her crying.

She tells me that there were men in front of my gate when she got there and that they took her away, something about dealing with Dele. She is saying many things at the same time; I don’t know what dropped first, my phone or my body, as I faint. I wake up to my husband and kids sitting around me anxiously waiting and worry written over their faces. I am not sure I want to wake up, my head hurts. Dele is holding my hand.

I smile at them as Daniella chimes, “She is awake.” I smile and kiss both of them.

I don’t know what time it is but I tell Dele to put them to bed. He takes them out of the room quietly.

When he comes back, I look at him and ask “Is Chinedu punishing me or you? Why does he have my mother? What is going on? What are you doing?” Finally I inform him, “I am calling the police.”

He tells me to shut up, that he has everything under control. I should worry about myself and the kids. I don’t know this man, he speaks like a calculated criminal. I cry myself to sleep, there is no point talking to this man.



I can hear Ann’s voice, “Are you sure you are not marrying him for his money? Is it because of the gifts he has been buying for you? Do you really love him?”

She kept asking foolish questions, she was jealous of me and she was a bad friend, I thought to myself. At that moment I knew she wasn’t going to be on my bridal train.  I asked her to leave my room, we didn’t need to talk about it, and our friendship was over, just like that. I didn’t bother telling Dele what she said. She came to my wedding as a regular guest, she tried to smile but it was obvious she was not happy for me. Thinking about it now, I guess she just had my best interest at heart.

When she was getting married, I attended her wedding. It was a low-key wedding. She was pregnant, her husband was poor, I gave her a cheque as her wedding present, she never cashed it and I really didn’t care.

I wonder why I am thinking of Ann this morning, I haven’t thought of her for such a long time. I should talk to her or someone. I am scared, my mother is in an unknown location and I don’t know what to do.

I need to get up and attend to the kids. Dele is nowhere to be seen. I call room service for breakfast and proceed to wake the kids up.

I don’t bother calling Dele to ask where he is, I am sure he is somewhere planning and trying to get my mother back. I have to stay put and do nothing. The idea of just being useless upsets me. I didn’t call my shop attendants yesterday and they didn’t call me either. However, they are used to me not showing up sometimes. I put a call through to make sure everything is okay. I tell the girl in charge to pay every dime they have made in the last few days into my account. She doesn’t hesitate, she promises to do as she is told.

I am relieved that we leave this country in 2 days. I never imagined that I would become displaced. The kids are fighting about something, they are giving me a headache. Dele calls to ensure we are fine, I answer him dryly and tell him not to worry. He tells me that he left the car for me. I am to pack our stuff and move to another hotel. He has sent me the address and we are expected there in 2 hours. I think he is deliberately breaking this news over the phone because he knows I would have hit him if he was here.

I hang up and start packing. This wasn’t what I bargained for.



I hate this new place. It is small, the kids and I slept on the only bed. Dele didn’t come back to us last night and I am too angry to care.

I dial my mother’s number, I hear a male voice, “Elizabeth, I will not kill your mother, but I want those kids in exchange for her.”

Before I could say a word he hangs up. I call Dele immediately and recount what had just happened. He starts shouting and reminding me that he had it under control and how he regrets giving me all that information. I break down and start crying. He hates when I cry, he apologizes and tells me that he loves me and he misses the days when things were normal. He tells me it is going to be fine. He insists that we stay put as we are set to leave the country tomorrow.

The kids are calm today. I think they sense something is wrong. I cannot wait to be out of here. I cannot wait for my mother’s release. I am confused, does this Chinedu guy want me to hand him my kids to collect my mother? I love my mother but I cannot give up my kids for anyone. I am tempted to call back and negotiate with him but Dele’s voice is still ringing in my head.

The kids are asleep and I find myself drifting, my phone rings and I reach for it with speed.

It is Dele, “Open the door baby.” He says and I almost smile.

I miss my husband. I am too distressed to show it. He comes and lies with us on the bed. He tells me that he has spent about 20 million naira and my mum would be out by morning, she may even be at the airport to see us off. I want to ask why we were still traveling since he had paid Chinedu off, but my mind tells me that peace was far from us. He tells me he would join us in SA in a few weeks, that all my accounts were funded and all the property we have are now in my name. It sounds like my husband is talking to me for the last time. It sounds like a goodbye speech. I cry through it and he holds me tight. I needed to know something.

“Dele, are you the same man that murdered Chinedu’s father? Am I married to a criminal?” I ask.

He holds me and say, “I didn’t choose the streets, the streets chose me. As soon as I could break out, I did. You and the kids are all I have, I don’t care about money, I just want to spend my life being loved and respected by my family.”

I hold him close, I care about the money but I have grown to love this man. Look at the kids he gave me, look at the life we have. We make love and I can’t help but feel like it’s going to be our last time. I love him.



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The Grudge


I can’t for the life of me, understand why Dele is driving so fast. He has been moody all day. We were suppose to enjoy the Asa concert and ten minutes into it he looks at me sternly

“We are leaving.” He says. I tried to whine and stall.

“Now!” He said dryly.

Few minutes later we are almost home and he hasn’t stopped speeding or looking back, it’s like he expects to be followed. 

“Dele what is wrong? Did something happen at work? Are you okay?” I’m asking so many questions but he wouldn’t answer me. 

We get home and he says “Pack your valuables, I’ll get the kids.”

At this point I’m beyond worried. My husband is not a spontaneous person, he has never been, he plans everything. Unlike most men, he was involved in all the little details of our wedding plans. 

Our wedding; oh it seems like just yesterday I walked down the aisle to meet my husband, he looked exceptionally handsome in his grey tux, this was five years ago. We dated for 8months before we tied the knot. 

My husband is a business man, he has always been a doting man, he loves our kids and he provides everything we need as a family. He has never been rude to me and that’s why this evening is leaving me worried. 

“Are you done?” He asks.

I had been lost in thoughts but I think I had packed everything, all my gold, the frame my kids gave me for Mother’s Day, the raw cash I keep in the house in case of an emergency, my cards and clothes for all of us. I don’t even know what else to pack.

“How long would we be gone for baby?” I ask.

“I don’t know madam, pack light but don’t leave anything important, please pick that file that has the properties documents”. He replies.

I do as I am told. I open the drawer and I see a gun in place of the documents.

“Dele, what is this?” He rushes to my side.

“Shit! They have come here already!” He says as I see him clench his teeth to keep calm. I’m beyond confused.

“Who’s been here?” My kids were in this house. “What is going on? Talk to me baby.” I asked, tension building up inside me.

“Let’s go” he said without bothering to answer my questions. 

I’m so weak. I pick up our luggage and walk out of the house. As I drop them in the car, my husband brings the kids to the car and puts them in their car seats at the back. The twins are my life. I can’t imagine anything happening to them.

We drove to all the way to Epe and checked into one of the suites in a fancy hotel. After putting the kids to bed, I come back and see Dele sleeping. I’m confused. I can’t believe that he doesn’t think I deserve an explanation. I try to sleep but I can’t, I am too worried. Dele finally wakes up and taps me.

“Liz, let’s talk.” Without waiting for a reply from me, he continues, “Some bad people are after me and they would hurt anybody I love just to get at me. About 10years ago I was in a gang, we terrorized the entire Owerri, we stole cars, money, jewelry and everything of value. However we never killed anybody. One day, I got a contact of someone we could attack and make over 50 million but my best friend wouldn’t let us go on that mission. He didn’t even give me a reason why, so I went ahead, mobilized the team and we went to the house and robbed this man of his valuables.” He pauses for it to sink in before he continues.

“Everything was going on well till I saw the home owner try to reach for his gun. I didn’t think, I just turned and shot him. I saw his wife and kids run to his body but I was sure he would never make it. Me and my boys rushed to our hideout and laid low for a few days. On the third day I got a phone call from my best friend.”

“Dele, I took you as my brother, shared everything I have with you but you killed my father.” He sounded sincerely hurt. “Leave this town, leave this country, the next time I lay my eyes on you I won’t kill you, I will take everything you love, everything you own, I would let you watch and then I will kill you.” His voice was really cold.

“I was numb. I couldn’t believe it and it didn’t make sense. If Chinedu’s father was that rich chief, why was he with our gang? Why was he a street kid? It didn’t make sense but I knew I had to leave. I wanted to apologize but I was sure he wasn’t going to listen to me and he wasn’t joking when he said he would kill me. Then again, what did he mean anyone I loved? He was my only friend, I am an orphan, in the end all I had to lose was money and my life and back then, it didn’t matter much to me. I came to Lagos and started my life here. No one knew my story, no one cared. I had money, I was accepted and my business flourished.”

“Today, I was at Shoprite, I came back to pick my wallet from the car and I saw a note on my windshield.”

‘It has been ten years since I set my eyes on you, remember my promise? – Chinedu’

“My body went cold, I didn’t know what to do that’s why I was upset when you told me you were already at the show. The kids were home alone with the nanny. I love you, I love the kids, and I can’t let Chinedu hurt my family. I am already making arrangements, you are taking the kids to South Africa in four days time, and I will stay back and clean up this mess before I join you and the kids.”

I sat still looking at my husband, he seemed so distressed, he was a murderer and now I was going to run away from my life because of his past. This calm man, the love of my life is a retired armed robber and I had no idea. Those hands he uses to touch me have brought death on somebody. I suddenly feel cold and nauseous.

I hold myself as I ask, “Dele, so for the next four days, what do we do?




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