Showing posts with label news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label news. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2020


I waited after knocking on the gate twice making sure my knock wasn't so loud but audible . I couldn't have whoever was inside to have a bad impression of me.
I held my hands nervously waiting for the person who was opening the gate to come out. A gentle looking man walked out looking at me.
"Good afternoon," I greeted him ignoring the thoughts that rushed through my head.
 "What if this gentle man was her lover or even Fiance?  " I thought.
I decided to be brave. I was going to see her whatever was the case.
The man responded and told me to wait when I told him I was looking for Angela. I couldnt use Ms Jere knowing that would sell me out as a student of hers. I was a man now and I held my head high.
 Taking one look at my blue jeans a bit ripped on the front pocket and a short sleeved black shirt, matching with a pair of black casual shoes and I recalled how much they had cost me and smiled, they were worthy it cause I knew they looked so good on my feet i felt my pride rise.
Lifting my arm to smell if i didn't forget to put on roll on and perfume. Satisfied I smelled good,  I sighed as I heard the foot steps from inside. It was obvious she was the one coming cause the sound of the slippers Patting as she walked gave her away.
I was almost starting to imagine her smooth legs and medium sized feet when she stood right in front of me frozen. It was like she had seen a ghost.
Her lips patted as she gazed at me and for a moment I kept my eyes on set on them contemplating how they would taste on mine if i got them just to slid on them in a flash.

She had no makeup on, she looked even more beautiful. Obviously not expecting anyone important, her hair was a bit out of older too, like she just unbraided it as I could see the curls I used to see when my mother was done undoing her hair, Only hers was longer and fall to her shoulders. She had the small part in front dyed with a strip of Gold or Brown I wasn't sure.
My eyes went down her body taking in her jeggings and a loose T-shirt. I was right, she had slippers on her feet, I had to swallow hard. The sight of her well manicured nails was so appealing I felt I could in an instant rub them gently.
All this I visualized in a flash of some seconds, then quickly looked up her face smiling widely.

" hey!" I finally greeted her and she opened her eyes wide to look at me like my voice just confirmed it was me standing before her.

" hey! Am um um ," she stammered completely lost of words.
" what are you doing here? She finally uttered her words.
" well,  I came to see you, I looked for you for months and now here I am," i raised my hands and dropped them on my thigh making a small sound as they patted on my jeans.
" but I don't understand, how did you find me?  I mean who gave...."
" I found a way that's what matters right?"  I asked her, cutting her short. "where there is a will, there is a way you know the saying" I giggled looking at her as she held her hand to the gate.
" are you going to allow me in or what?" I asked her making sure my manly voice came out.
" oh Yeah, sure please come in Jay. Am sorry I was just caught off  guard" she frowned holding the gate to allow me in.
I waited for her to lock back the gate and followed her as she walked towards the house.
I looked around the back where they had a small garden and the rest of the yard had neat green glass. I saw the man who opened the gate for me seated outside the servants quarter relieving me of the negative thoughts I had earlier.
"Come in," she invited me into the house and I followed her passing  through the kitchen before entering the living room with a wide mirrow on the side. Taking a quick look at myself before going to sit where she had offered me a seat.
" I like your house. It's so calm and peaceful " I smiled at her as she sat on the opposite couch facing Me.
" Thank you,  but it's not mine, its for my elder brother and his wife both of them have gone out for the weekend with their kids" she responded with a soft laugh.
" I see"  I smiled back. " it's beautiful anyway," I i shrugged and looked up and around. Our house was much bigger with more defined furniture and planty of some room too but I honestly loved the simplicity of her brother's house.
" so what brings you here Jay, and how are you? I hope there's no problem  home" she started bring me back to the moment.
" oh yeah everyone is okey and like I promised you I never pick fights with my father, he's more calm now that I passed my grade 12."

"I heard and am proud of you" she smiled.
" Yeah thanks, but am not okey. I have not been okey since you left the school" I told her looking direct at her.
" oh no, what happened? Is anything the matter?" She asked,  the sincerity of her concern clearly displayed in her eyes.
I shook my head and chose my next words,
" am not okey Angela," I said almost in a whisper.
She swallowed hard I saw her gullet move up and down at my courage to call her by her first name.
" I have not been okey because I missed you a lot and was sad you never said good bye to me. You know I would have loved to know your whereabouts. I have spent the last 3 months searching for you and trying your line but I never went through. Tell me why you decided to purnish me like this" I went on not looking away from her face.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Jay stop talking like that you know my view on this" she responded uncomfortably.
" I can't because you told me I was confused before, are you sure after almost a year and now am 21 am still having some hormone break down? When are you going to understand that I love you and I want you for myself?"  Moving to where she sat I held her hand.
Tell me you don't feel any thing for me. Look into my eyes Angela and tell me you don't have any feelings for me and I swear to God I will never bother you again"
She looked down avoiding my eyes and before she could say a word we heard the gate opening and the sound of a car outside.

I looked up the window and saw a man and woman seated in the front driving in.
" that should be my brother," she told me and I moved back to my previous seat and sank back as we saw them enter the house.
" helo!" The brother extended his hand towards me and I stood up shaking it gently but firmly.
"Hello! How are you sir?" I greeted him and turned to greet his wife and the two girls who I supposed were their kids.
" I saw a vehicle outside and was wondering who's visiting us" he let a laugh and Angela stood up.
" He's Jared, brother , he came to see me" she indicated looking at me and I nodded my head in agreement. Glad she didn't tell him I was her former student.
The man  talked with us for a bit and I easied up realising how cool he was.
" let me leave you two to catch up am going to the other room" he announced and left us.
" feel at home Jared, and it was nice meeting you" he added as he reached the door.

" the pleasure is mine sir, and thank you for the warm welcome but I have to leave now"  I told him looking at Angela who had talked less the entire time.
" okey then safe travel back to your home" he smiled and I stood up to go.
" will you see me out?" I asked Angela.
" Yeah of course I will" she chuckled a little. Standing up and walking me out to the car.

" get in," I ordered opening the car door for her the moment we were outside.
" what? No I can't I have to...."
" please ," i whispered, my eyes pleading.
 She got in and sat down as I went round the car to join her inside.
" I still want to talk to you. You have not answered my question"
She looked at me and sighed, but before she said a word I started the car without warning.

" where are you taking me looking like this?" She asked me looking straight at my face.
I smiled, " you will see, and there is nothing wrong with the way you look. I actually like it. You look good."
I saw her shake her head but said nothing .
We both remained quite as I drove to the road down Chainda heading to twin palms and then stopped, after taking a small turn besides the main road and parked  where there was a clearing.
" Jay, I seriously don't know what you are doing but I don't like where this is going. What's the meaning of this? " she asked,  as usual in a calm voice. I wondered if she had ever yeld at anyone. She was way too calm and I loved the peace that surrounded her.
" I asked you a question and I need an answer. Listen, am going away on Monday and I am glad I found you today. I needed to see you and to answer your question of what am doing. It's simple, I want to know how you feel about me. Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything and like I told you earlier, I will leave you alone and will not bother you again. Look into my eyes and tell me the truth please" I pleaded holding her hands as I turned to look at her.
She kept her eyes on the dash board and I couldn't see that woman who was my teacher, all I could see was a woman who I loved so much but with the struggle to look at me.
I held her chin and turned her face towards me .
" am waiting, " i whispered.
She looked straight into my eyes and I took in the softness in them. They looked clouded with some gentle passion which I could cleary interprate.
" I can't do this Jay, please you have to let me be, we are......"
She couldn't get to finish her sentence and I held her mouth with my finger. Patting her lips gently.
" come with me, " I whispered still touching her lips.
" what do you mean," she murmered behind my finger.
I walked to her side and opened the door holding her hand to allow her out.
I placed my phone to the radio in the car and turned the volume as the song I knew she loved cause I always heard it playing softly every time I went to her class  back in school.
I increased the volume as I led her a couple of steps from the vehicle leaving the door open.
I bow my head slightly and asked her, " will you dance with me?"
She looked around and back at me.
" here?" She asked surprised.
" Yeah. A perfect place for a perfect dance" I chuckled and held her close as the gentle music played on.
She was a bit stiff at the beginning, but as I drew her closer I felt her relax and she slowly placed her head on my chest dancing slowly her hands now touching my shoulders.
I stepped back and threw her forward, turning her around and pulled her back into my embrace and I saw her lips curve into a smile.
I held her closer dancing slowly with her my heart at peace and my mind so calm I felt home.
Without talking, allowing the sound of the music take over our thoughts, we danced quietly. I didn't want to let her go, she belonged to me older than me or not, my heart had chosen.
She sighed and slid her hands on my chest stepping back and looked up at me.
" Jay," she begun the sound of her voice making my insides move....
" talk to me Angela, Am all ears"
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Friday, December 7, 2018

the carniva night at hallcity

A section of
us were picked and distributed to supervise
different voting centres.
We got there, everything was going on well
until a set of young men
tried to cause a riot. On like what other
military personnels will do,
myself and lanre calmed them down in a short
while without any
violence. The people there were surprised and
all they could do was
just to greet us, some even gave us money
saying they loved the way we
handled the case and they left. Voting for that
day was over and in no
time we got back to the camp. Lanre and I
were in our tent when we
were summoned by the Major. “Oh God! What
is it this time?” I asked
myself. On getting there we knew already that
he was angry, “give me
100 push-ups in one minute” he commanded
with all anger. “Who taught
you to behave like bloody civilians. Are you
foolish? Who asked you to
say any word to anybody? If anybody is trying
to prove stubborn, why
can you shoot?” He asked all these angrily.
“Shoot to kill sir?” Lanre
asked. “Yes, shoot to kill I said” the Major
replied. He ordered us
out of his tent when he was through ranting
on us. The hatred of man
began to grow in my heart. I was beginning to
suspect something about
him. what I was suspecting, I don’t really
know but I knew something
must be wrong about the man. But will a
soldier do than to obey
orders. I didn’t know what to do.
Training continued, vote supervision continued
also for about one
week. Until another when we were all alerted
that this time, the
terrorists were coming with war thugs (military
vehicles). This time
there was no fear. Apart from handling
ammunitions, we were also
trained to be military intelligence. That day
was great, col. Yaro
shot just one bazuka (missile launcher) and
all of their vehicles were
destroyed, all other surviving terrorists were
shot dead in no time.
That particular operation took us about one
hour. As the normal
tradition, we celebrated in the evening of that
day as usual but this
time the Major was not present. “Go and call
the Major to join us in
this celebration, he should be in his tent” col.
Yaro ordered. As I
was approaching his tent, I was hearing a
different language. I peeped
to check who it was, it was definitely the
Major. That language is
never a Hausa language, it sounds like a
foreign language. While I was
thinking about all this, I suddenly heard “who
is that?” That was the
Major. “I was asked to call…….” He didn’t
allow me to finish my
statement. “Shut up! I’m coming! Now go
away.” Now I’m really
convinced that there is something wrong
about him. We continued our
celebration and ended when we were all tired.
In my tent, I couldn’t sleep and I don’t know
why. So I was just
surfing the internet, checking facebook,
instagram and other social
media to while away time and to know what is
happening in the outside
world, after being in the camp for more than
three months. After doing
all these I couldn’t sleep still, my mind went
straight to search
about Major Musa Yusuf. Google brought out
some interesting thing
about him but there was a part of my screen
that redirected me to
another page. Surprisingly, I saw a change of
name, origin and
nationality attached to his profile. That was a
convincing proof to me
that he is not among us. But who is he really?
I woke up the following morning, something
strange happened. There
was no one in the tent with me. At first I was
terrified until I heard
the sound of marching men, then I knew those
were my colleagues. “I
did not join the drill this morning, I’m in
trouble” I was thinking
about this on my mat when I notice someone
was standing in the tent
with me. I got up quickly and to my surprise it
was the Major.
“Morning sir” I greeted him. “Go back to your
mat and continue your
rest, I purposely told them not to disturb you
because I know you were
the mastermind of yesterday’s attack against
the terrorists. I know
you will be very tired. But my boy, don’t go
beyond your capability.
You are just a young soldier”. He said all
these without allowing me
say a word. He left. I didn’t understand what
he was talking about. I
was thinking that day was a bonus day for me
but that day was the
start of trouble. I was about going back to my
sleep when I notice my
phone has been operated by someone else.
And that was the time I
understood what he was talking about. He
saw all I did about him on my
phone. What will a spoon do when a hungry
man is ready to eat than to
obey to direction of the mouth. What can a
young soldier like me do to
a Major? I knew already that I was in a mess.
How can I clean it up?
Our superb work in that area became a
worldwide story,
congratulatory and encouraging words were
coming from everywhere. I
personally receive more than one hundred
messages daily.
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Monday, December 3, 2018

the death of my mum

My name is Ella. My story is not a strange one, many girls like me have lived the same life. And many more will, but I ll share this and hope someone will learn.
I’m from a deeply religious family, my parents have been very strict in raising us. Growing up in the house of Mr and Mrs Imasuen was hard enough. My dad is a typical Benin man, strong, commanding and intelligent. He hardly tolerates any nuisance. He handled us with an iron fist. We had strict rules, and whoever disobeyed was severely punished. My parents are also very religious people. We are devout Catholics, no one in my house was permitted to miss a mass, even if you were sick, it better be ebola, else you must be in church. I was quite active too, i was an alter girl, I also joined the legion of marry.
My life revolved around 3 places, school, home and church. I dare not step out of the house for a minute. I attended a girls school, so boys were off limits. Mom and dad took every little opportunity to remind me that as the last born and only girl, i was so precious to them. They wanted me to grow into a decent woman, who would make them proud. I was everyone’s pet. My elder brothers Osas and Ighalo were always there for me. Though 4 and 2 years older than me respectively, we were best friends.
At 16, i was a shy, easy going princess.
I had developed quite well for my age. I had a slim figure, at 5ft7, I had a fairly good height for a lady with gently curved hips. I had a fairly big and well rounded butt, which I always get teased about. My bosoms weren’t bad looking either, I had started using bra 3 years ago. My gentle dark eyeballs reflected my light African skin. I was a beauty to behold, and mum always reminded me of that. She had warmed me repeatedly never to go near boys, whom according to her were “wolves” waiting to plunder and destroy my future.
Dad kept a tight leash on me. Every Friday he would drive me to church practice, and pick me up when I’m done. Other kids made fun of me for being a “daddy’s girl”. I protested and declared that i was old enough to find my way to the church. Hence dad agreed that Osas should take me instead. He gave us a stern warning ” you must never divert on your way to church!” Little did daddy know that Friday practice in church would be the beginning of my wrong turn.
Friday came as usual, i got dressed for church practice. Osas and I strolled along to the church. This was the first time I’d be going to church practice without my father looking over my shoulder. Osas, although being a man servant who attends practice always, never went with my dad. He always came up with one excuse to leave earlier or later than us, or to drag behind long after dad picks me up. At 20 dad trusted him a little more than me. He was a student in uniben, so there was little dad could do to monitor him. We got to church about 20 minutes before practice time, and we parted ways. Osas went with his fellow man servants, while I eft with my friends Ruth and Hannah.
Ruth and Hannah were the only close friends i have, we attend the same secondary school, and attend practice together. They were about my age too. Mum knows them very well, and had banned me from associating with them. Both of them were very popular in church and school, for entirely negative reasons. Ruth in particular always filled my ear with stories of her rich boyfriends, most of whom had either just returned from Malaysia or Italy. She had a lot of expensive stuff to showcase every week. She spends her weekends in highbrow hotels in Benin city. She once showed me pictures of herself in kada plaza, somewere in Benin city, with one of her Malaysian friends. I do not even know were kada plaza is in benin. Ruth knew how to have fun, she had an exciting life going for her. I’m often left to bemoan my own lonely little life, in the cell my parents had created. Hannah did not have the same freedom as Ruth, her parents were just like mine. But unlike me, Ruth knew how to get around her parents. I knew she had a boyfriend, a man servant. I guess i was the one always left out. I kept thinking about her boring my life was all through the practice.
The day’s practice went by pretty fast, we were done and ready to leave. It was about 4:30 pm, so i was heading towards the gate hoping to meet Osas somewhere along the way. I was quite confused when I discovered that only a handfull of us were heading home. Others, including my friends were hanging around. Even Osas was nowhere in sight. So I turned around, and went back to the church compound, to search for him. I know dad would be furious if i returned late. On my way back, i sighted Ruth from afar, deeply involved in a conversation with a guy. His name is Ehis, he is alittle older than us. He was a tall, dark skinned handsome guy. I have seen him around a lot of times, he was a popular face. I stood far from them for a while, hoping that the conversation will end soon, and Ehis will leave. I don’t like being around him. There’s a certain way he makes me feel, i get nervous whenever he came around. He had this soft gentle and sweet nature, whenever i spoke to him. He doesn’t fail to remind me of how beautiful i was. He had his way with words. Most times, after practice i spend my entire night thinking about him.
I was so deep in my thoughts that i did not notice Ehis walking towards me. “Hey” his sweet baritone voice jerked me back to reality. ” wow you are still around, how come? I immediately looked down, trying to gather words to reply. I knew what to say in my head, but the problem is that my head had been disconnected from my mouth. I only stuttered a few words, only God knew if he understood me. I had barely finished a sentence when I heard my name from nowhere. Osas and Ruth ran towards me, exchanged greetings with Ehis and informed me that we would be leaving much later. He said he had other things to attend to. I was almost furious, i knew dad would so mad at me. Ruth noticed my indignation, and quickly intercepted, “cant you see everyone is still around?Come on let’s have fun”. Before Ruth finished her sentence, Osas was already on his way out of sight. I resigned to wait. Ruth, Ehis and i walked towards the church hall. Ehis tried to grab hold of my hand, i quickly moved my hand away. He didn’t say anything.
My house was a 5 minute drive from the church, We arrived in no time. The catechist jumped off the bike, with like a professional high jumper.
The look on his face was one of excitement rather than anger, i couldn’t understand why. He banged repeatedly on the gate with so much vigor, as if he was trying to drive a nail through it with his bare palm.
“Yes? Coming” , an obviously irritated voice replied from the compound.
The gate flew open, and i was surprise to see Osas. How did he get home before me? I wondered. He too was bewildered to see me soaked in tears, with the catechist maintaining a firm grip on my hand, as if I was a criminal.
“Goodevening sir” he muttered.
“is your father at home?” The catechist queried…..
yes but……
He interupted before Osas could finish the statement. He pushed him out of the way, and dragged me along, i was already sobbing uncontrollably. Osas locked the gate quickly, and ran after us.
The sitting room door flew open, there was my father. He was lying on the sofa with a copy of the “awake” magazine covering his face. His glasses Hung on his nose. He was so engrossed to notice who just entered the sitting room.
” Epa dormon” the catechist greeted in Benin language.
My father recognized the voice, and quickly sat up on the sofa. He turned around, and immediately saw me cringing behind the catechist, sobbing loudly. He sprang up from his seat, and rushed towards me.
“Ella, are you ok? Where have you been, what happened to you?.
The catechist jumped in.
“Epa, you won’t believe were i saw your daughter just now. This small girl is now a prostitute”
my father was startled, a look of confusion enveloped his face.
” what is he talking about?” He quized, directing a stern gaze at me.
The catechist continued. ” you know that house we are building for reverend father, the one at the other end of our compound. I have been going there to inspect the place for more than one month now, each time i go there every Saturday morning, i always pick up condom sachets, and even used condoms. So today i said i must go and see what is hapening there every Friday. Epa as i got there, behold! i saw your daughter, with that useless boy, eh eh Ehiagwina’s son. He was enjoying himself ontop of your daughter. Chai, see the way your daughter was shouting like a female dog. Even when i wanted to correct them, the boy started fighting me”………
“Enough!” Thundered my father. He turned towards me with blood shut eyes,
“Ella, so you have decided to disgrace me? After all my discipline?”……
No daddy i did not….
A slap landed on my cheeks before i could finish. I had barely recovered from the shock of the slap, before my father took off his slippers and began to give me the beating of my life. I tryed to run away, but daddy grabbed hold of me, threw me to the floor and kicked me.
” you want to bring shame to my name? You want to make me a laughing stock? So this is why you wanted to go to practice alone eh? So that you can sleep with that . You refused to come home with your brother. I will kill you before you disgrace me. Foolish “.
I was on the floor, writhing and screaming in pain.
My immediate elder brother Ighalo rushed out from his room. My agonizing screams must have alerted him. He rushed straight at me on the floor, and shielded me from my father’s wrath and slippers.
“Ighalo get out of my sight, let me kill this prostitute” dad roared.
“No, daddy, It’s enough, she is the only sister i have, maybe you should kill two of us.” Ighalo fired back.
Dad struck him in the head with the slippers, before putting it back on.
“your mother will continue from where i stoped when she returns from work” he said, As he made his way towards his room.
Ighalo helped me up to my feet, the catechist and Osas were nowhere in sight. as he carried me off to my bedroom.
I laid motionless on my bed, staring at the ceiling with tears falling freely from my eyes. my whole body ached. A lot of thoughts rushed through my mind.
I was guilty, but the catechist exaggerated the story. Daddy did not even listen to me. He now thinks i am a LovePeddler. Well maybe mummy will listen to me, she will understand that i am not a bad girl….so I thought, but little did I know that another surprise awaited me!
I must have been in the room for close to two hours, lost in my own thoughts. I wasn’t crying anymore. A blank stare registered on my face.
My door flew open suddenly, the sound of the door knob slapping the opposite wall jolted me back to reality. I must have been so carried away, I didn’t notice she had returned from work.
She hasn’t undressed at all, she was still wearing her white three piece suit and trousers. It was her uniform She is a nurse, who runs her own maternity somewhere in the heart of Benin city.
Her presence brought about another round of tears. I actually thought she was going to pet me, or at least listen to anything i had to say.
But the look on her face told a different story. It was a look of indignation and outright disappointment. She stood there looking at me for a few seconds before she finally spoke
“so you have started sleeping with those small small boys in church abi?”
“Mummy i did not…..”
“shut up”
“it wasn’t……. ”
“Keep quite, i said! Now tell me, how long have you been sleeping with him?”
“Mummy, it’s a lie, i didn’t sleep with anyone, i have not done it before I’m a virgin, i swear….i replied, crying, hoping my tears would convince her.
“hmmm, we will see about that, I’m coming” she said, as she walked away from my room.
I stayed on my bed, confused, and wondering what my mum was up to. I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not. At least she hasn’t added to my father’s torture,……yet.
Twenty minutes passed, i must have been falling asleep when my door flew open again. My mum was back. She had taken off her uniform. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She was clutching on to a pair of surgical gloves. Gently, she locked the door, and began to wear the gloves.
A lot ran through my mind. Why did she lock my door? What does she need surgical gloves for? Today was the day all my affection for my mum died! .
Take off your pant and spread your legs”, my mum ordered.
“But why?” i inquired
“you said you are a virgin abi? Oya let me check weather your hymen is still intact”
Those words hit me like a bolt of lightening. The very thought of my mum inspecting my virgin hole infuriated me. My countenance changed, i started to cry again.
“No mum, you can’t do that, It’s degrading. I won’t let you touch me”
“Osas! Ighalo! Come here” my mum shouted from my room.
” if you won’t co-operate with me, i ll tell them to hold you down for me, It’s either me and you, or you allow all the men in this house to see your unclothedness today”
Osas and Ighalo were already outside my door, inquiring why my mum wanted them. My crying intensified, a feeling of frustration enveloped me.
“Oya I’m waiting, or should i open the door for them?” My mum said impatiently.
Slowly, i took off my panties from underneath my skirt, with tears gushing out of my eyes in torrents.
I laid still, and moved my legs apart. My mum burried her head between my legs, i could feel her seperating my labia with her fingers. What she was looking for, or hoping to find I had no idea.
By the time she was through, i wasn’t crying anymore. My countenance changed. It wasnt just sadness anymore. I was bitter. A feeling of anger and hatred overwhelmed me.
My mum, proped herself up, and walked away, without saying a word to me. She probably discovered i had told the truth, but pride and shame won’t let her apologize.
I turned around and looked at the wall clock, it was almost 1am, i have been deep in thought for hours. My mind went over the day’s activities.
My parents have locked me in a cage, my mum humiliated me. My father wants to kill me. I felt alone and depressed.
There was only one ray of sunshine for me today. Somebody loves me. He told me himself. I had never felt so loved before.
Despite all that happened today, i ll do anything to get that kiss again, to fall helplessly into his caring arms.
He ll be my shoulder to cry on. I must see Ehis again, no matter what it takes. He alone can help me find happiness in this little world of mine.
But how do i escape from the watchful eyes of my parents? I know after today, dad will never allow me attend practice again. But i must find a way, i know just the right people who can help me. Ruth and Hannah. I can’t wait to see them.
I spent my Saturday in isolation, i barely came out of my room or talked to anybody. The only person who bordered to find out how i was doing was Ighalo. My mum only came to remind me to eat.
Sunday came along with a lot of promise for me. The thought of seeing Ehis again put a smile on my face. I felt that usual flutter inside me again. I kept wondering how i would see him without my parents finding out.
I got up slowly from my bed, and walked lazily to the sitting room. My family had already started morning devotion. I found some space beside Ighalo, and knelt down in front of the statue of virgin Mary.
All through the prayer, i merely mumbled some incoherent words. My mind and heart were far removed from the prayer. All i could think about was meeting Ehis again.
The devotion ended. I got up quickly, hoping to dash out of sight before anyone noticed my presence.
“Ella come back here, we are not finished with you” my father’s voice halted me in my strides.
I turned around with a frown on my face, and hands folded across my chest. My parents had already taken up seats side by side.
“sit down,” my mum ordered.
” I’m ok like this” i replied, looking upwards with disgust. I have never replied my parents like this before. I guess times have changed.
My father cleared his throat and continued.
“You have now decided to bring shame upon me. To the extent that you now sleep with small boys in the house of God…..”
“daddy i did not…….”
“shut up!” My dad shouted, getting up from his seat,
” if you interrupt me again i ll break your head” he thundered.
As menacing as he sounded, i was largely unflustered. The anger that had built up in my heart far exceeded the fear I had for my father.
“hence forth”, he continued, in a harsh and authoritative tone. ” you will not go to that practice again. Infact go and tell them you are no longer an alter girl”
“Apart from church and school, do not leave this house to any place. If I see you with that useless boy, or any boy for that matter, i ll kill both you with my bare hands………silly child”
” okay, is that all?” I asked, in a mocking tone.
“My friend get out of here” my mum replied, obviously irritated by my demeanor.
I turned around, and walked lazily towards my bathroom. I wasn’t ready to do any house chores. Whoever wanted me to work, will have to kill me first, i resolved in my heart. Thankfully, nobody disturbed me.
I returned from the bathroom, with a towel tied around my body, covering from my chest to the ridge above my knees. Revealing my long shapely legs.
I stood in front of my mirror, admiring all the contours of my body. For once i appreciated how pretty i was. I turned round and looked at my butt. A little shy smile flashed across my face, as i remembered the feeling i got when Ehis squeezed it.
I opened my drawer, and brought out all my make up accessories, which in total included a comb, face powder and body cream. My mum wouldn’t allow anything else. I applied everything meticulously, making sure it was all perfect.
I looked through my wardrobe, searching for my favourite gown. It was a blue dinner gown, tailor made to my body. It brought out my exact shape, and had a way of making my bossoms look big.
I stared at the mirror, turning from side to side, making sure I looked perfect. I wanted Ehis to admire me today, if i get the chance to meet him.
It was all perfect, as i stepped outside to meet my parents in the car outside. My mum had her eyes fixed on me, as i took every step towards the car. I could guess exactly what was going on in her mind. We zoomed off. Today, i ll find a way to out smart my parents. I had an ally.
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Sunday, December 2, 2018

Natasha the village girl(Traditional Story)

“Why? Don’t you think a mother deserves to know if her son might be in danger?” Ayanda was following her daughter behind who was rushing towards the stairs.
“Dad, I’m leaving now!” she shouted to her father who was now at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah, good night.” He said and disappeared into the bedroom without turning to look at her.
“What’s wrong with him?” Ayanda asked. “It seems his terrible moods are back. Could it be mid-life crisis?”
“Isn’t it a little too late for that mother?” Luyando said as she walked back into the living room to get her handbag.
“Are you going to leave just like that Lulu?” Ayanda was still pleading for more information. “I think I am going to die from curiosity if you leave me hanging like this.”
Luyando laughed and leaned towards her mother to whisper, “I will give you a call to meet me at the usual place tomorrow so we can gossip freely.” She was looking upstairs where her father had disappeared.
“Ah,” her mother quickly caught on. “Good idea. I’ll wait for your call tomorrow, don’t keep me waiting.”
“Good night mother,” she hugged her. “I love you, see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too my baby, give those two brats big kisses for me and pass my regards to Peter.”
“I will mother.” She opened the door and left.
Natasha was busy scalping her mother’s hair when a knock came through the door.
“Nooo, I don’t want to move from here, it’s too comfortable.” Martha complained.
“Let me get Sean to check, Sean!”
The boy came running into the living room from his play room. “Heard it! Will get it!” And he ran to the door.
The first thing Tulani noticed when the door opened were the deep brown eyes of the little boy looking up at him. It was as if he was looking at a younger version of himself.
“You must be Sean,” he said.
Natasha quickly turned her head towards the door the moment she heard the familiar voice.
“Tulani?” She jumped from the couch and sent her mother who was seated on the mat falling to the side.
Tulani lowered himself to the boy’s level, completely paying no heed to his mother.
“Are you mum’s friend?” Sean asked the strange man who looked like he was about to cry.
“Did bad people do something bad to you?” the boy asked.
Tulani laughed and blinked back the tears. Clearing his throat, he asked, “No they didn’t. Why do you ask?”
“Because you have tears in your eyes. Mum, come and see!”
“Sean sweetie, come here.” Natasha called out to him. The boy turned and went to his mother. “Go over there to grandma and tell her to get some ice cream for you from the fridge.”
“I can have ice cream?” The excited four year old was jumping up and down as he ran to his grandmother.
“Mrs Chimeko,” Tulani greeted the woman the moment their eyes met.
“Tulani,” she answered, guilt written all over her face. “Let’s give the adults some privacy Sean.” She took Sean’s arm and let him away.
“What are you doing here?” Natasha said, a nervous smile playing on her face.
“Come out, we need to talk.” He said in a very tight tone that sent chills down her spine.
Natasha knew exactly why he had showed up at her door unannounced.
On his drive to Natasha’s place, Tulani did some mental calculations in his head to determine whether Sean could really be his son. If the child was four years old, then there was no way he could be his since he had only known Tasha for four years and some months.
If indeed the child is mine, shouldn’t he be about three years old or something? He wondered.
Tulani’s doubts about the boy’s paternity were crushed the moment he laid his eyes on him. He knew without a doubt that the boy was his; the eyes, the nose and the general shape of his head all screamed his DNA.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” Tulani told Natasha as they stood outside by his car.
“I don’t need to ask you the obvious question but,” he was nervously rubbing one foot against the paved ground, his mind doing summersaults and not landing straight on anything.
“What is it Tulani?” She asked.
Instead of answering, Tulani raised his head and looked at her with a very puzzled expression on his face. It was as if he was searching for a passage into her soul.
“What is it Tula?” Natasha repeated. “Did something happen?”
“Let me ask you this,” he said. “I know he’s my child,” he pointed towards the house where they had just come from. “…so I won’t ask you something that obvious. What I want to know is; how old is he?”
“He is four years old,” she answered incuriously.
“How come?” He asked, his eyes dancing about in befuddlement. “I have been raking my brain trying to make sense of everything but I haven’t found anything that makes sense. The math doesn’t add up.”
Natasha laughed. “Maybe it doesn’t add up with you but it does with me.”
“Then help me understand.” He threw his arms in the air.
“You remember when you first came to my company in San Francisco four years ago?” She started to explain. “At your welcome party, you remember you tried to chat me up and I kicked you in your nuts.”
“How can I ever forget that day? You still haven’t told me why you did that when I was just asking for your number.”
“Well, today I will give you the why,” she said. “You didn’t come to San Francisco by chance. There was a lot of planning behind the scenes on my part to finally get my boss to ask your station to partner with us on that heritage project I had come up with.”
“Why? How come?”
Natasha laughed again. “Because I wanted to get to know you better. I wanted to know who the father of the child I had just given birth to really was.”
“Wait, wait,” Tulani raised his hand.
“I know it’s confusing, but wait for me to finish, it will all make sense soon.”
“Okay,” he conceded. “Explain.”
“Do you remember your trip to Dubai in 2010?”
Tulani looked at her in shock. “How did you know about that?”
“Because I was also in Dubai at that time.”
She chuckled, “Yes, that was where you and I met for the first time, at Brandon Parker’s birthday party.”
“Hell no, no way!” He was scratching his head, desperately trying to resurrect the memories of that night. “You can’t be serious. How come I can’t remember seeing you there?”
“It could be because you were drunk, extremely drunk. I was too. The previous day I had just learnt that my husband had impregnated another girl so to cheer me up, the girls took me on a trip to Dubai, they said we should get wasted and forget the drama…and wasted we got.
“We had been moving from club to club when we somehow found ourselves at this house party. I noticed you standing outside the gents when I was on the way to the ladies with my best friend Megan and I made the mistake of commenting on your looks.
“Instead of heading to the loo to take care of our business she nudged me into chatting you up and wouldn’t let me go until I talked to you. So, I approached you and you turned out to be very receptive. After chatting for close to thirty minutes, I learnt you were Zambian and that automatically sealed the deal for me.
“I figured, if I was going to have crazy wild angry sex, or revenge sex…whatever you choose to call it, wouldn’t it be more fun if it was with a stranger from my home country?”
“How come I can’t remember any of that?” Tulani asked.
“How the hell am I supposed to know? I might have been equally drunk that day but I still remember every bit of it…and of course I kind of had no choice since there was a reminder for the nine months that followed…and then for all the years that followed.
“Naturally, I expected you to remember me when my boss introduced us at the office but I could tell you had no idea who I was before that day. When you tried to chat me up later that evening, I couldn’t believe it! I thought, is this guy crazy?”
“I swear Tasha, I have no recollection whatsoever of my meeting with you in Dubai. I only remember partying with the guys like it was the last day of our lives. A friend of ours had just been admitted to the Bar so we had made that trip to Dubai to celebrate.
“I don’t know how we ended up at Brandon’s party but I remember getting there, we were already half way drunk by that time but we still ended up drinking and smoking some stuff I had never allowed in my body before.”
“Drugs?” Natasha asked, searching his face for an honest answer. “That could be why you couldn’t remember anything that happened after. I didn’t know that so I was mad, felt cheap and used….”
“Even though you were the one using me to get revenge on your cheating husband?”
“I never heard you complain that night.”
They both laughed.
“I was alone when I woke up in the morning….” He said.
“That’s because I regretted the whole thing the moment the alcohol left my body. As soon as I saw you lying naked next to me, I quickly dressed up and was out of there in a flash.”
“Then why didn’t you just tell me the truth when we met again in the US?” He asked her.
“How the hell did you expect me to tell the guy I slept with when we were both drunk…and please bear in mind, this guy had no recollection whatsoever of ever meeting me…. how could I tell such a guy that I had just delivered his son two months ago?”
“Well, you have a point there…but still Tasha, despite the amnesia, I was still smitten by you. When you realized my feelings for you, you could have mentioned it to me. I was with you all that time and not once did you mention having a son…and you certainly didn’t look like you had just delivered.
“I only got to hear about your son a year after I left, and I remember you had mentioned him by accident because you immediately changed the topic. I didn’t want to probe because I was jealous that things were going well between you and your husband.”
“It’s not like I never tried to tell you Tula,” she said. “I tried to tell you, so many times but then you would pass comments about how much you hated kids and about how some woman tried to trap you with a kid.”
“That was Cynthia my ex-wife I would talk about.” He explained.
“How was I supposed to know?” She said. “All I was hearing was how much you hated being confronted with such kinds of situations. I didn’t want you thinking that I was out to trap you.”
“What about your husband? You told me you were married but on separation when we were working together.”
“That was the truth. Marcus was raised Catholic so his family never believed in divorce…even though they strongly believed in adultery. When I told him about the pregnancy and asked for a divorce, he refused. He said we were now equal-equal, we both had kids with other people so what was the point of divorcing.
“He wanted me to give Sean to my parents to raise once he was born so we could continue living as a happy couple. Of course I didn’t want that but he was firm in his refusal. We eventually agreed to go on separation and during that time none of us tried to contact the other.
“Eventually, whatever little feelings we had for each other fizzled out and we got divorced without drama…although I think it was more to do with the fact that Marcus had fallen in-love with some other woman.”
“When you asked me to meet you at that restaurant close to my place, you told me you were getting back with him. Why did you lie to me?”
Natasha took a deep breath before responding.
“That day was crazy,” she said. “I never set out to break up with you. I started off from home determined to tell you about Sean…I wanted to surprise you, to just show up at your apartment with a photo album of Sean’s growth.
But, when I entered your house, I found a naked girl in your living room wearing nothing but your shirt, a shirt which I had bought for you.”
“Oh s--t,” Tulani said. “Oooooh shiiiiiiiit.”
“You can say that again,” Natasha said.
“You got it all wrong Tasha, dammit! Why hadn’t I thought of it that day? I clearly remember asking Jordan who she had been talking to when I came out of the bedroom because I thought I heard voices. She nonchalantly told me that some girl said she got the wrong apartment and left.”
“So her name is Jordan.” Natasha said between clenched teeth. “At least you still remember her name despite the years that have passed. Some of us weren’t so lucky with your memory.”
“The only reason I still remember her name is because I still talk to her…..”
“I don’t think you are helping the situation Tula.” She said.
“No, you didn’t let me finish. Jordan is married to Henry, you remember Henry right?”
“The crazy guy from the next apartment?” She asked.
“Wasn’t he married to someone called Beverly?”
“He was, but they divorced…because of Jordan.”
“I’m lost,” Natasha said, and she clearly looked confused.
“That day you came, gosh, I didn’t even know it was you that came. That day Henry’s wife had come back home from her parents unannounced. She knew Henry was cheating on her so she wanted to catch him red handed.
“When Henry heard the door opening, he quickly helped Jordan whom he had been in bed with to go over the window and come to my place. Thing is, she appeared on my bedroom window commando so I grabbed the first piece of cloth I could get my hands on and sent her out of my room.
“I was in the bedroom dressing up when I heard voices in the living room. I came in to inquire, I thought perhaps Henry had been found out but it turned out it was just someone who had the wrong apartment. I feel so stupid right now!”
“I can’t believe that’s what was going on that day. I had no idea. I was quick to believe the worst…considering our past.” Natasha said, regretting her quick judgement of him back then.
“I always wondered why you never trusted me, no matter how much I tried. All these years I blamed you for treating me unfairly. I had no idea you felt the same way about me. Does Sean know about me?”
“Of course he does, he knows everything about you…except your face. He is one of the major reasons we came back here; I told him he was going to meet his father.”
“I guess I did after all deserve that kick in my nuts.” Tulani said, laughing.
“How did you find out?” Natasha later asked him.
“I think my sister did some background check on you but it appears it wasn’t as thorough as it was supposed to be. She actually thought I was aware of Sean’s existence and keeping him from my parents because, according to her…I knocked you up while you were still married.”
“Technically, she’s right about knocking me up while I was still married.” She was laughing. “I just modified the sin before it could fully blossom.”
“I want to meet my son Tasha, officially.”
“You don’t mean now do you? Have you seen the time?!?”
“How about tomorrow then?” he suggested.
“Let me talk to my parents first and see what time is convenient for them since we never miss church on Sundays.”
“I can’t remember the last time I stepped into a church. I bet God would be shocked to see me enter his house after such a long time.”
“I can promise you, he’s been expecting you all along. I will invite you to a service after we have all the introductions out of the way. Mum and dad have been anxious to meet you. They only met you once but strangely enough, they still remember you. I guess it can’t be helped since they have to look at your prototype every single day.”
“I am going to call Henry from here and give him a piece of my mind. He costed me four years of my child’s life! Wait, it’s not even four years…I missed all the kicks and the cravings for nine months.”
Natasha was laughing at him. “Henry didn’t do anything. Those drugs you took in Dubai are responsible for the way things turned out.”
“I should be the poster boy for the Drug Enforcement Commission. I am living proof of the dangers and consequences of drugs and alcohol abuse.”
“You were a kid, who can blame you?”
“Try telling that to my son.”
They both laughed.
* * *
When Natasha went back into the house and told her parents about Tulani wanting to visit, they excitedly agreed that he come the very next day. Unfortunately, everything seemed to take a whole different dark turn when she told him a bit about Tulani’s background.
“Before, I had told you that he was a manager at the station….” Natasha had started. “Well, that was a half-truth and half-lie.”
“What do you mean by that?” Her mother had asked.
“Is he some manual worker or something?” Bernard asked.
Natasha laughed. “No, dad, far from it. he is the CEO of TMH.”
Both parents gaped at her.
“What do you mean CEO?” Her father asked, great fear registering in his eyes.
“Is there any other type of CEO dad?” Natasha was taking the whole thing lightly, completely oblivious to the tsunami blowing in her parent’s heads. “He is the Chief Executive Officer. TMH is owned by his parents. Why do the both of you look like you’ve just discovered the colour of death?”
Martha and Bernard were giving each other terrified knowing looks.
“How could this be?” Martha asked. She was mostly speaking to herself than anyone else in the room.
“Are you that shocked that he’s that rich or are you thinking about what the hell took me so long to tell you this bit of information?”
“Probably both,” Bernard said. “How well do you know his family? Have you met any of them?”
“I have met his sister Luyando, couldn’t be helped since she’s my boss. We didn’t start of on the right note. She hates my guts for some unknown reason but I can’t afford to hate her since she’s my son’s aunt.”
“Why do you believe she hates you?” Bernard was curious to know.
Natasha couldn’t tell them the truth so she stretched the truth a little. “She’s just a naturally sad and grumpy person who probably wasn’t hugged enough as a child and now she’s taking it out on the whole world.”
Martha was studying her husband’s reaction surreptitiously, her daughter’s careless words drowning her under a wave of guilt upon seeing the pain in Ben’s eyes.
“I have just remembered,” Martha quickly came to her husband’s rescue. “I almost forgot; your father and I have somewhere to be tomorrow.”
“Mum!” Natasha yelled. “You just said he could come tomorrow.”
“I am not saying that he shouldn’t come….”
“Then what are you saying?”
“He can come tomorrow and meet Sean and he can meet us another time.”
“Are you sure?” Both Bernard and Natasha asked at the same time.
“Yes I’m sure,” she said.
“I don’t know why I never made the connection before Martha.” Bernard and Martha had carried that conversation into the bedroom that night. Sitting hopelessly on their bed, each facing away from the other, they looked like a pair of soulless humans whose spirits had been drained from their ears.
“How were we supposed to know that Sean’s father was the successor of such a billion dollar empire or that he was the brother to Natasha’s sister? What are we going to do honey?” This time, she turned around to face her husband and Ben too turned towards her.
“I caused all this to happen. If I hadn’t been such a terrible father to Luyando, none of these things would be happening.”
“Don’t start with the regrets again Ben.” She put her hand over her husband’s shoulder. “We’ve all made some terrible decisions at some point in our lives but that shouldn’t keep us from living happy lives.
“The idea is to learn from our mistakes, use them to build ourselves up and become better people, and you my husband, you’ve done exactly that. All these things are happening simply because of fate…just life taking its course.”
“Shouldn’t this be considered incest or something?”
Ben’s serious tone when he asked the question made Martha laugh even harder. “Tulani and Luyando…and even Natasha might be siblings of some sort but there’s no blood involved. I know the whole thing is crazy but it’s already happened.”
Ben was giving her a strange look. “I hope you know that you don’t sound like yourself right now…and that freaking me out.”
She laughed again. “I know, I am always the negative one but this time is different. I want to be the pillar of hope for you, and the kids. If we keep focusing on the absurdity of the situation then we won’t be able to move forward.”
“You’re right,” he said. “But still, what are we going to do? Its obvious Natasha loves Tulani and I think he might still be in-love with her too. My worry is, the Mulenga’s might oppose their relationship…and Luyando too.
“Tulani’s relationship with Natasha will inevitably bring out the truth that Luyando is desperately trying to hide. Whichever way this goes, a lot of people are bound to get hurt Martha…and it hurts so much to know that I will be the one at the centre of all the hurting.”
“I didn’t think that far,” Martha said, taking in all the things Ben had said. “What’s going to happen to my poor baby? I haven’t seen her as happy as she’s been in the few weeks since she joined that company.
“I missed that, I missed seeing her laugh so carelessly and look so bright. The past five years were too draining for her…I just want her to be happy.” And she broke down in tears.
“I am so sorry honey,” was all Ben could say, the guilt shredding him to pieces. As he held his wife in his arms, he begun to feel the helplessness of the situation and he started to question himself…his role as a man…as a husband, and as a father.”
* * *
Tulani received a call from his mother the next morning summoning him home. When he entered the house, he found the whole gang sitting in the living room and he could tell right away that his mother and sister were up to no good.
“Good morning,” he greeted them and went to sit down.
“Good morning son,” his father answered. “What brings you here so early in the morning?”
“Its 10am Bashi Tula, what early are you talking about?” his wife said. “Can’t a son visit his mother on a Sunday morning when he’s not working?”
“I am not a fool woman,” Joshua retorted. “I know the two of you are up to something. Didn’t I tell you to stay out of his business? And you Luyando,” he turned to his daughter.
“Don’t you have a family to take care of? How can you be at your mother’s house at this hour? And you were here last night too. Doesn’t that husband of yours have any backbone? Letting his wife out of the wife anyhow she pleases. What are you teaching your daughter Ayanda?”
There was a sudden chill in the room and the silence that followed their father’s outburst froze the room into silence. Luyando had her hands tied on her laps, her lips quivering from the unshed tear threatening to erupt. Ayanda on the other side of her could only gape in disbelief at her husband’s accusations.
Over the years, Luyando had held on to the hope that eventually, her father might come to accept her as his own even though he had only adopted her due to pressure from his wife. It was Ayanda’s obsession for a girl that allowed Luyando to easily secure her position as a member of the Mulenga clan.
However, Luyando had not been deceived for once into believing that Joshua would love her as much as his wife and son did. Even though he gave in to his wife’s wiles every now and then, Joshua was a very resolute man who rarely changed his mind once it was made up. but still, Luyando hoped that over time, he might come to accept the fact that she was legally a member of his family and that she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Why did you ask me to come mum?” Tulani finally broke the silence.
Ayanda first looked at her husband before responding but his focus was fixed on some program on the Discovery channel that seemed to have piqued his interest.
“I heard some very disturbing things about the mother of your child,” she said after sensing the course was clear for take-off. “I am very uncomfortable with letting my grandson be raised by someone like that.”
Tulani was looking at his mother incredulously. “Someone like that?” He asked her. “Just what did Luyando tell you?”
Luyando nervously shifted in her seat.
“I never mentioned Luyando’s name.”
“If that’s the reason you called me here, then am leaving.” He got up.
“Son,” Ayanda got up and went to block his way at the door. “I am telling you this because I care about you. I know that your feelings for her are getting in the way of your good judgement but….”
“You should hear yourself,” Tulani said, shaking his head at his mother’s gullibility. “Your ignorance breaks my heart mother. You shouldn’t believe everything bad you hear about people.”
“Your sister cares too much to let you make the biggest mistake of your life,” his mother said.
“Maybe that’s the problem right there mother, she cares too dame much!” He shot his sister a piercing look. “Haven’t you ever wondered why every woman I ever dated is never good enough in her eyes?”
“Tula!” Luyando got up and went to join them by the door.
Meanwhile, Joshua had not taken his eyes off the TV.
“Yes, I don’t like this girl in particular but I have very valid reasons.” Luyando told her brother.
“Valid reasons?” He asked her. “And what reasons are those? That she was seeing me behind her husband’s back? That she lied to me about my son? Well guess what sis, Natasha never cheated on her husband.
“She was separated from him when we first met after she found out that he had impregnated his mistress.”
“What?” Ayanda asked.
Joshua turned down the volume and slightly turned his head to listen in.
“Yes mother,” Tulani said. “Her husband was a scumbag who cheated on her every chance he got. Their three year old daughter was killed in front of her preschool whilst waiting for her father who was in bed with some skunk to come pick her up. She heard a vehicle coming, let go of her teacher’s hand and ran onto the street, but it wasn’t him. He was too busy s------g his mistress to remember he had a daughter.”
“Watch your language son,” his father cautioned him.
“Dear Lord!” His mother gasped.
“Don’t pass out just yet mother,” Tulani said sarcastically. “You haven’t even heard half of it yet. Hold yourself together.”
“How do you know if that’s the truth?” Luyando asked. “Maybe she just wanted to gain your sympathy and find justification for her actions.”
“I was there,” Tulani said. “I saw her husband in action, a lot of times. Besides, it wasn’t Natasha who told me about the child, it was someone else. Natasha did try to tell me about Sean so many times but I never gave her the chance. She explained everything to me and if you took the time to do better and proper investigations, you would discover that I was the fool who made some wild stupid decisions that made me miss out on four years of my son’s life.
“But guess what, even when she knew I had messed up, she still brought him here so I could meet him. That’s the kind of girl she is. If you had not jumped the gun and yapped your mouth, Natasha would have still told me at the right time. But maybe I should be thanking you for fast forwarding the process and buying me more time to get to know my son because, who knows what I would have said or done during this period to ruin my chances of ever meeting him?”
“Son,” His mother reached out and tried to hold his hand.
“I don’t want to hear it mother,” he said sternly. “I hope this is the last time the two of you will be interfering in my affairs. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure the three of us become a real family and I will not have mercy on anyone that tries to get in my way.”
He was looking at his sister as he said those words before storming out of the house.
Joshua got up from the couch and turned to look at the two women cowering by the door. His hands in his pockets and his legs spread apart, he said, “It would be nice if you cared about your husband’s affairs as much as you care about your brothers.” And he left the room.
Neither Ayanda nor Luyando said anything in return; each was lost in her own thoughts.
Bernard Chimeko was in the middle of polishing a piece of furniture for his grandson’s playroom when his phone rang.
“Hello,” he said.
“I am going to text you an address; meet me there in ten minutes.”
“Who’s this?” Bernard asked.
“Luyando.” She said and cut the line.
Bernard remained staring at the phone for minutes before shaking off the trepidation and running to his car. On the way, he sent a message to his wife who was next door chatting with one of her new friends.
Going to store, will be back shortly honey. The message read.
“I want you to convince your daughter to leave Tulani alone.” It was the first thing Luyando said to her father when he joined her at the small restaurant not far from home.
For a moment, Bernard had been excited by the thought that she had reached out to him first but his hopes were immediately crushed the moment she opened her mouth.
“You said you wanted to make things right between us,” she interrupted him. “I am giving you a chance. Do this for me and I will agree to meet with you as father and daughter at least once every month…and as a bonus, I can let you meet your granddaughters as well. I have twins.”
Bernard knew he was stuck between a rock and a hard place the moment he learnt exactly who Tulani was but hearing his own daughter talk like that, he knew that there was no hope for him as a human on this earth.
“Are you asking me to break my daughter’s heart and keep my grandson from being raised by both his parents? How can you ask me to do such a cruel thing?”
“Cruel?” Luyando said. “You think that’s cruel? Then what do you call a father who neglects his own daughter by drowning himself in alcohol every single day and every single hour and yet he has the guts to move on with his life as if nothing ever?
“You lost your ten year old daughter and yet you are living happily with your new family like I never even existed. Did you even bother to look for me or where you too happy to worry about some child who didn’t even matter to you since the woman who birthed her is no longer there?”
Bernard shut his eyes, her words piercing his already broken heart into tiny pieces.
“If you loved mum as much as you claimed you did, you wouldn’t have done those things you did.”
“I loved you both,” Bernard said.
“I find that hard to believe.” She said. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t think me asking you to do this for me is cruel. Besides, Natasha is not even your real daughter, I am! I am giving you a chance to act like a father to me, for once. Don’t turn your back on me, dad.”
Bernard opened his eyes and looked at her, unable to believe that she had just called him dad. Luyando was smiling at him, busking in the results of her charming act.
Sighing heavily, Bernard dropped his head in resignation and said, “I am sorry Lulu, I can’t do that.”
Her father’s firm refusal caught her by surprise. Had she misread the desperation she had seen in his eyes that first time they met at the car park? “What do you mean you can’t do it? I am giving you the chance you begged me for! Don’t you want to be my father again?”
“Of course I would love that,” he said. “I have waited for an opportunity to do something for you that would show how sorry I am but…but this is not it Luyando. I love Natasha as much as I love you. The both of you are my daughters and I would never hurt one to please the other. I am sorry.”
“You coward!” Luyando finally snapped, leaving no trace of the charming smile she had been wearing a few seconds ago.
“You are still as much a coward as you were twenty years ago. You were not the first man to lose his wife and yet you allowed something as little as grief to take over your life. Like a pathetic fool you cried yourself to sleep every single night.
“I thought that maybe time might have turned you into a man but I guess I was wrong. You are still that old pathetic loser. I bet mum turns in her grave every time her spirit bumps into you. Does your new wife know how much of a coward you are?”
An image of Martha dragging him out of the river when he attempted to take his own life twenty years ago crossed Bernard’s mind and made him shudder in shame.
His daughter’s words were as cutting as the look of disappointment in her eyes but all he could say in response was; “I am very sorry my daughter…I am sorry.”
“I guess I was mistaken,” Luyando said in a very low and controlled voice. “I thought you were sorry to me and would be willing to do anything possible to make things right between us. I was wrong. You never cared about me back then and you still don’t.”
“Please, don’t say that Luyando.” Bernard pleaded.
“Back then it was mum that was more important and now it’s this new family of yours that’s more important than me.” She started to cry. “When will I ever have your heart dad? How come I’ve never been your first? Am I even your real daughter?”
“Of course you are my daughter.” Bernard said, reaching across the table to hold her hands. She easily allowed him to touch her without fighting him off. “Just because I made a mistake in the past doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“Then prove it to me,” Luyando said. “For once in your life show me that I can also be number one in your heart.”
Bernard said nothing.
“Why are you quite?” she asked, withdrawing her hands.
Bernard removed his hands from the table and dropped them to his laps. “I don’t want to lie to you Luyando. It’s a fact that I want to earn your trust and love again…but, at this point in my life, my loyalty doesn’t just belong to you.”
Luyando bolted up from her chair. “Then I guess you leave me no choice.” She told him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bernard asked.
“I am going to tell everyone that I bumped into you and you threatened to kill me if I told anyone that you are back in town.”
“There’s a group of people at home who believe that you used to abuse me, how can they not? They saw the evidence with their own eyes. You probably saw the blood marks I left in the tent, I had cut myself up, hit myself against some wall and rubbed my face with dirt.
“I was a mess when I ran to the Mulenga’s crying for help. For three years I had nightmares of you sexually abusing me so I had to sleep with Ayanda till I was normal again. My mother will never forget my cries in the middle of the night begging you to leave me alone.”
Bernard somehow found himself on his feet too, glaring at his daughter in total disbelief.
“If I even as so much as point them in your direction, can you imagine what they might do to you? Let’s not even talk about the police. In this country, anyone with money can tune the law to their favour.
“I was only ten when I planted evidence against you; imagine what I am capable of in my 30’s. I am going to give you a week to think about my offer. If you are not decided by then, do not blame me for what happens, at least I gave you a chance to make things right.”
“Why are you doing this?” Bernard asked.
“Because I can,” his daughter answered smugly.
Luyando grabbed her handbag from the arm of the chair and walked out of the restaurant, a triumphant smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
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