Odiri [Part 4]

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There was a wretched beauty about the famous City of Lagos, the city my mother had heard so much about growing up. It was called the home of ‘Hustling Kings’ by relatives of friends who came to visit every holiday from the city. Little girls like my mother would sit at the entrance of the village, eagerly anticipating their arrival because they always brought sweets and stories. Oh… the stories got her every time. The young men and women would come; boasting of buildings, electricity, the crazy night life and the many opportunities Lagos city held… it was like a story out of a book. But what did they know? They were just little girls who prayed to find decent men to marry in order to please their fathers. Yes, it was no longer about how much money you had or how qualified you were anymore. It was about whose family you married into. There, my mother and her friends would sit, wide eyed… listening… imagining but never allowing themselves to dare fall victims to those lofty dreams because they knew their fate as little women in the village all too well. Now, here she was… in this glittery new world with a story of her own to tell. Fascinating!!!!

The city sparkled in the night time from motor and street lights… buildings lit up, reaching for the sky, shops laid waiting anxiously for that last customer, whose eagerness and impatience forced them to buy products at prices that were nothing short of rip offs. The endless queues at filling stations, generations of hawkers and beggars; old and young selling anything from phone credit to pesticides and rodent killers, books, CDs of Nigeria’s great singers like Tuface Idibia, P Square, D’Banj, Kefee, EVA- the odd lady with the blonde low hair cut, MI, Omawumi, Waje, Wizkid, Blaise and sooo many more. A frown of confusion appeared on her face at the number of cars that got pulled over by the traffic police, cars that were no sooner set free after a little pleading and a lot of … “incentive”.

Eduvie (my mother) could feel herself being carried away by the sights and sounds, shrinking as they drove under pedestrian bridges… drove by sky scrapers and beautifully designed houses and corporate buildings. Her eyes would widen and her dimples deepen at the trips to the cinemas and shopping malls. The city was indeed captivating… the night life was sparkly and enchanting just like they said. Big bellied women in highly suggestive clothes stood at corners, flagging down cars and asking if they wanted to have a good time. Some were rather attractive and others were over bleached and intoxicated. Arinze (my father) explained certain things to her as they drove. He was patient with her, relishing every gesture she made in excitement whenever she saw, felt, tasted or experienced something new. It brought him a comforting joy, made him feel that he was getting closer to her heart.

Arinze’s home was exotic… not flamboyant or anything, just really cute and coozy. He loved art. Every wall had a painting on it and every corner had either a porcelain vase or a wooden creature carved to perfection. He wasn’t particularly rich but he did live a comfortable life. He had a few servants at his beck and call. He was a kind and generous master. The whole house waited in anticipation for their arrival; the gateman, the laundry man, the cook and of course… HER! There was a grace about her… even in her silence. She moved around the house like a lost soul, sometimes with a baby strapped to her back… never speaking until she was spoken to … and she never complained… she just glided through the house doing what needed to be done to please the ‘master’. She was responsible for the domestic affairs but she had a carriage that elevated her above the status of ‘matron’ or ‘servant’. She did not, however, share the same room with Mazi Arinze. Her room hid in a corner, overlooking the main gate. Very early in the mornings, she would sit by the window, staring into the nothingness as she cradled her sleeping baby in her arms. During the introductions at her their arrival, my mother never mustered the courage to ask who she was and what her name was. She did however notice a certain coldness about their relationship. There was an idle cordiality about their interactions. She rarely looked Mazi Arinze in the eye when she spoke to him. She was beautiful but her beauty grew dimmer everyday … more so since my mother stepped into her world.

Mazi…” Eduvie was always known to respectfully call Arinze, my father. “Will we be going to check out the Universities today?” She said, trying to suppress a brief excitement at the thought of school hunting as she sat beside him at the dinning table for breakfast.

He froze, a spoon of cornflakes hung halfway to his mouth for a brief second before being slowly set down to the bowl that sat majestically in front of him. He cleared his throat “University???…” he blinked.

Yes… my uncles told me that you were going to help find a university that I can attend. They said that you are a big man in the city and that you know everybody. They said you can make it happen with just a snap of your finger”. Her dimples deepened with a smile, part from excitement and part from a slight embarrassment at the failed attempt to snap her finger. “I am going to be a doctor”.

Arinze straightened up, clearing his throat and trying to avoid the stare of the silent woman who was setting down a plate filled with buttered bread on the dining table. “… Is that what they told you in the village?” He said with a gentle frown. Eduvie’s smile slowly disappeared into an innocent ignorance.

Yes… why? Is there something wrong?” Arinze sighed, leaning back on his chair. She paused briefly and then swallowed “Why else would I be here Mazi?” Her voice firmed up as she frowned.

He gently placed his hand on hers “Eduvie…” He struggled for words. “You are my wife…”

Eduvie froze… then glanced briefly at the uncomfortable woman who avoided her stare and who seemed in a hurry to leave the room. “Is this a joke???” Her voice disappeared in a whisper.

No! I have paid your dowry. Our union was approved and blessed by your elders and that is why they asked you to follow me back to the city” He slowly moved closer to her, wanting to embrace her and reassure her of his integrity. She snatched her hand from under his, jumped up from her chair and stepped back almost hitting a nearby settee, her chest heaving and her face in a frown. “Eduvie… I thought they told you and since you said nothing about it, I thought you were just… shy and I wanted you to be comfortable in my home… our home before we… consummated our marriage”

What kind of a trick is this?” She squinted, looking around like a scared lost puppy that just finally realized it was in an unfamiliar place.

It is no trick my love.” He got up slowly, both hands up in the air at chest level, a gesture to assure her of her safety. He took a step towards her; she took two back, away from him. He paused. “Eduvie… What did you think I was doing in your father’s compound all the times I visited?” His voice was soft… trying to hide a puzzled look that snuck onto his face.

The frown remained on hers as she tried to steady her heartbeat and fight back the tears that threatened to fall. “You are…” she sobbed “You are a friend to the clan…”

Noooo….” He cut in, in a compassionate whisper, hurting at how badly she wanted to get away from him, when all he wanted was to hold her close.

Yes!!!!” She interrupted with a scream, shutting her eyes really tight in a futile effort to wish away the horrible reality of all. A tear escaped! Slowly making its way down the left side of her face “You are a friend to the clan and you were supposed to help me get into school… you WILL get me into school” She muttered underneath her breath in a whispery monologue, eyes slowly opening and restlessly searching the ground for something and yet nothing. Her face betraying her emotions in a tell-all show of ignorance… confusion… pain… then anger.

You…” She shot him a stern gaze with teary eyes, pointing to him as though pushing a faulty imaginary button “You are lying… You are a liar!” Her voice trembled and cracked in between her words.

No! no my love I …” His voice was soft and calm.

STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!!!” She picked up the small flowery vase that sat regally at the corner of the dining hall and smashed it on the ground. The fragmented pieces of the blue coloured porcelain vase had once proudly held artificial orchid flowers whose beauty had been lost to years of negligence. He had gotten it as a gift from his first and most loyal customer years ago following the success of one of their biggest contracts. The once shiny blue colour dulled beneath the dust and cobwebs, dimming its beauty but not its value. Arinze had never brought himself to get rid of it. It was a reminder… a symbol of the importance of relationship and integrity in business and now, in a fit of childish anger… its fragments claimed his dinning floor and with it, his patience.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??!!” He screamed; eyes widened as it gazed unbelievably upon the floor… Eduvie stood, heaving over the shattered pieces.

The splintering of the vase screamed for attention. With such womanly grace, the silent woman rushed in followed by the houseboy and cook, who were just as concerned as she was… perhaps more so; for they had run out of gossip materials in the servants quarters and were anxious for some new topic of interest.

Nna anyi… Is everything alright???” She spoke! For the first time she spoke in a calm worried tone. The look on her face deepened at the sight of the shattered vase. On her back, a baby slept soundly, strapped.

Go back to your room Nyuwem” He said sternly; all the while, his eyes fixed on Eduvie (my mother)

But Nna anyi…..”

I said GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM” he roared, with a sharp look in her direction. “ALL OF YOU!!!”

The sleeping baby cried, startled out of his rather peaceful slumber by the outburst. The woman stood still for a few seconds looking like an injured deer at Arinze and then at Eduvie before slowly turning around to leave the room. For the first time my mother looked at her eyes… really looked. They were cold and… empty. There was a growing darkness about them that caused her to shudder or perhaps it was the faint smile… more like a smirk that crept up the woman’s lips just as she made to leave the room. It was very faint and subtle but my mother did see it.

Arinze fixed his gentle gaze upon Eduvie once more. “I’m sorry…” He took another step closer “I didn’t mean to shout”

Eduvie backed away, still very much confused. “You just called that woman Nwuyem… Who is she to you?” Drop after drop, tears ran down her face.

Arinze sighed. “That is Obiangeli…” he paused “She is my wife too”

Eduvie’s chest heaved with a deeper and heavier rhythm. “Your wife???” She whispered… her face gradually tightening up “Your WIFE???” She screamed. “You are married???”

Eduvie….” He bit his bottom lip as his voice grew.

You self absorbed BASTARD!!! You already have a wife and yet you kidnapped me from my home? You’ve fucked one and now you want another…” She spat her words with spiteful venom. “… na so toto dey hungry you? You disgusting old… ”

EDUVIE!!!” He bellowed, charging towards her in a brief fit of rage but stopping abruptly to refrain himself when he noticed her quick and frightened retreat to a corner of the parlour, hands to her face as a shield in defence against his outburst. He took in deep breaths… and forced a smile. “I would never hurt you but regardless of what you are feeling, you are in my house and I will not tolerate any form of disrespect from you or… ”.

I am not one of your servants or… or… possessions!!!” She cut in, gasping in between words as her hands dropped slowly.

WRONG!” he screamed in a fit of rage to her disbelief. “YOU ARE!!!” His eyes widened in a stern gaze. “Like it or not, It’s been done! I paid your dowry, YOUR people… YOUR kinsmen practically begged me to take you away” he paced the room, hands violently rubbing his head and face. “…with open arms they welcomed me… smiled and gave me your hand without a second thought, like you were… a piece of clothing” He sighed and shook his head unbelievably, pausing to glance at her. “You know what… you wanna talk rights and possessions? Huh?” He clapped his hands together “Let’s talk… Let’s talk about your uncles…” Eduvie remained shaken but silent. “Yea, let’s do that. I mean… hey, since we are playing ‘Tag the devil’ why don’t we take it all the way… huh?” His harsh and mocking tone froze her. She stood in the corner, brooding… tears streaming down her face, her eyes bloodshot and filled with rage and fear at the same time. “… They didn’t give a damn about you… about what you thought or about your ‘big’ plans to become a doctor.” He jeered. “So whether you like it or not… you ARE a possession…” He sighed as his gaze softened “… you only just changed hands my dear”.

What gives you the right to just come into my life and… ” She took deep and sharp breaths “… and … and ruin everything? You tricked me! You kidnapped me…” She screamed with tears pouring from her eyes.

Oh please… spare me the melodrama” He walked to the mini bar that peeped from the left corner of the living room. He rolled his eyes in jest as he made to poor himself a drink. “You know, if you are looking for a villain in this your soap opera, I suggest you look to your own house. It is YOUR people who tricked you not me.” His voice was much lighter. His eyes fixed on the glass of Jack Daniels that raced up the glass as he poured. He paused, sighed… turned around and walked to her. “Eduvie can’t you see… All I am guilty of … really guilty of is loving you…. Is seeing you at the market place and falling so hard my heart leaped out of my chest and unto your feet. I am guilty of following its every beat to your doorstep”. His face wrinkled in a gentle frown “Eduvie, give me a chance… please”. He whispered softly. “Give me a chance and I will love you like no other, I will know you like no other. The sun will be at your disposal. I will make it shine for only you… instead of mere diamonds and pearls; I will steal stars from the sky every night as long as my heart beats and I will adorn you with it, for they alone are worthy of your ever growing beauty and grace… I swear I will.” He stood in front of her, face to face. “I know you Eduvie. I knew you the moment I saw you. I made sweet passionate love to you that day at the market place and every day ever since… in my mind” He closed his eyes and sighed “you own me… I am yours… spirit, soul and body” His eyes pleaded “…I will be a good husband to you and a great father to our children”. He traced the side of her face with his finger tips.

Unmoved, she stared blankly into the distance. “You lied to me, uprooted me from my home and life and you dare talk to me about love and children?” Large drops of tears raced down her eyes one after the other as she slowly fixed her gaze on him. “I do not know you! I do not love you! You mean absolutely nothing to me … and that will never… EVER change” Her voice weakened from the silent groans.

He paused for a while, giving out a sigh of pain and disappointment “Well, whatever the case my love…” He pushed back a wandering strand of hair from her moistened face. “…like it or not, you are mine… and I will get my money’s worth” He said with a soft but stern look, holding her firmly by the arms. He moved slowly to plant a kiss on her lips but was interrupted by an unforeseen slap.

Go to hell” she spat at him, wincing at the pain of his grip that tightened around her petite arms.

He bit down on his bottom lip and violently pulled her closer “YOU WILL NOT… DO THAT AGAIN” he pushed her. She fell on her couch, frightened as he towered over her. His eyes were dark, as he struggled with his belt… his breathing heavy.

What are you doing?” Her voice shrunk with panic as she curdled up in fear.

What I should have done the moment I brought you home”. He flung his belt aside, fiddling with his trousers.

Mazi no… please… don’t…”

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There was a wretched beauty about the famous City of Lagos, the city my mother
had heard so much about growing up. It was called the home of ‘Hustling Kings’
by relatives of friends who came to visit every holiday from the city. Little girls like
my mother would sit at the entrance of the village, eagerly anticipating their arrival
because they always brought sweets and stories. Oh… the stories got her every time.
The young men and women would come; boasting of buildings, electricity, the crazy
night life and the many opportunities Lagos city held… it was like a story out of a
book. But what did they know? They were just little girls who prayed to find decent
men to marry in order to please their fathers. Yes, it was no longer about how much
money you had or how qualified you were anymore. It was about whose family you
married into. There, my mother and her friends would sit, wide eyed… listening…
imagining but never allowing themselves to dare fall victims to those lofty dreams
because they knew their fate as little women in the village all too well. Now, here she
was… in this glittery new world with a story of her own to tell. Fascinating!!!!

The city sparkled in the night time from motor and street lights… buildings lit up,
reaching for the sky, shops laid waiting anxiously for that last customer, whose
eagerness and impatience forced them to buy products at prices that were nothing
short of rip offs. The endless queues at filling stations, generations of hawkers and
beggars; old and young selling anything from phone credit to pesticides and rodent
killers, books, CDs of Nigeria’s great singers like Tuface Idibia, P Square, D’Banj,
Kefee, EVA- the odd lady with the blonde low hair cut, MI, Omawumi, Waje,
Wizkid, Blaise and sooo many more. A frown of confusion appeared on her face at
the number of cars that got pulled over by the traffic police, cars that were no sooner
set free after a little pleading and a lot of … “incentive”.

Eduvie (my mother) could feel herself being carried away by the sights and sounds,
shrinking as they drove under pedestrian bridges… drove by sky scrapers and
beautifully designed houses and corporate buildings. Her eyes would widen and her
dimples deepen at the trips to the cinemas and shopping malls. The city was indeed
captivating… the night life was sparkly and enchanting just like they said. Big bellied
women in highly suggestive clothes stood at corners, flagging down cars and asking
if they wanted to have a good time. Some were rather attractive and others were
over bleached and intoxicated. Arinze (my father) explained certain things to her as
they drove. He was patient with her, relishing every gesture she made in excitement
whenever she saw, felt, tasted or experienced something new. It brought him a
comforting joy, made him feel that he was getting closer to her heart.

Arinze’s home was exotic… not flamboyant or anything, just really cute and coozy.
He loved art. Every wall had a painting on it and every corner had either a porcelain
vase or a wooden creature carved to perfection. He wasn’t particularly rich but he
did live a comfortable life. He had a few servants at his beck and call. He was a kind
and generous master. The whole house waited in anticipation for their arrival; the
gateman, the laundry man, the cook and of course… HER! There was a grace about
her… even in her silence. She moved around the house like a lost soul, sometimes
with a baby strapped to her back… never speaking until she was spoken to … and
she never complained… she just glided through the house doing what needed to be
done to please the ‘master’. She was responsible for the domestic affairs but she
had a carriage that elevated her above the status of ‘matron’ or ‘servant’. She did
not, however, share the same room with Mazi Arinze. Her room hid in a corner,
overlooking the main gate. Very early in the mornings, she would sit by the window,

staring into the nothingness as she cradled her sleeping baby in her arms. During the
introductions at her their arrival, my mother never mustered the courage to ask who
she was and what her name was. She did however notice a certain coldness about their
relationship. There was an idle cordiality about their interactions. She rarely looked
Mazi Arinze in the eye when she spoke to him. She was beautiful but her beauty grew
dimmer everyday … more so since my mother stepped into her world.

“Mazi…” Eduvie was always known to respectfully call Arinze, my father. “Will we
be going to check out the Universities today?” She said, trying to suppress a brief
excitement at the thought of school hunting as she sat beside him at the dinning table
for breakfast.

He froze, a spoon of cornflakes hung halfway to his mouth for a brief second before
being slowly set down to the bowl that sat majestically in front of him. He cleared his
throat “University???…” he blinked.

“Yes… my uncles told me that you were going to help find a university that
I can attend. They said that you are a big man in the city and that you know
everybody. They said you can make it happen with just a snap of your finger”.
Her dimples deepened with a smile, part from excitement and part from a slight
embarrassment at the failed attempt to snap her finger. “I am going to be a doctor”.

Arinze straightened up, clearing his throat and trying to avoid the stare of the silent
woman who was setting down a plate filled with buttered bread on the dining table.
“… Is that what they told you in the village?” He said with a gentle frown.
Eduvie’s smile slowly disappeared into an innocent ignorance.

“Yes… why? Is there something wrong?” Arinze sighed, leaning back on his chair.
She paused briefly and then swallowed “Why else would I be here Mazi?” Her
voice firmed up as she frowned.

He gently placed his hand on hers “Eduvie…” He struggled for words. “You are my
wife…”

Eduvie froze… then glanced briefly at the uncomfortable woman who avoided her
stare and who seemed in a hurry to leave the room. “Is this a joke???” Her voice
disappeared in a whisper.

“No! I have paid your dowry. Our union was approved and blessed by your
elders and that is why they asked you to follow me back to the city” He slowly
moved closer to her, wanting to embrace her and reassure her of his integrity. She
snatched her hand from under his, jumped up from her chair and stepped back almost
hitting a nearby settee, her chest heaving and her face in a frown. “Eduvie… I
thought they told you and since you said nothing about it, I thought you were
just… shy and I wanted you to be comfortable in my home… our home before
we… consummated our marriage”

“What kind of a trick is this?” She squinted, looking around like a scared lost
puppy that just finally realized it was in an unfamiliar place.

“It is no trick my love.” He got up slowly, both hands up in the air at chest level,

a gesture to assure her of her safety. He took a step towards her; she took two back,
away from him. He paused. “Eduvie… What did you think I was doing in your
father’s compound all the times I visited?” His voice was soft… trying to hide a
puzzled look that snuck onto his face.

The frown remained on hers as she tried to steady her heartbeat and fight back the
tears that threatened to fall. “You are…” she sobbed “You are a friend to the
clan…”

“Noooo….” He cut in, in a compassionate whisper, hurting at how badly she wanted
to get away from him, when all he wanted was to hold her close.

“Yes!!!!” She interrupted with a scream, shutting her eyes really tight in a futile effort
to wish away the horrible reality of all. A tear escaped! Slowly making its way down
the left side of her face “You are a friend to the clan and you were supposed to
help me get into school… you WILL get me into school” She muttered underneath
her breath in a whispery monologue, eyes slowly opening and restlessly searching the
ground for something and yet nothing. Her face betraying her emotions in a tell-all
show of ignorance… confusion… pain… then anger.

“You…” She shot him a stern gaze with teary eyes, pointing to him as though
pushing a faulty imaginary button “You are lying… You are a liar!” Her voice
trembled and cracked in between her words.

“No! no my love I …” His voice was soft and calm.

“STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!!!” She picked up the small flowery vase that sat
regally at the corner of the dining hall and smashed it on the ground. The fragmented
pieces of the blue coloured porcelain vase had once proudly held artificial orchid
flowers whose beauty had been lost to years of negligence. He had gotten it as a gift
from his first and most loyal customer years ago following the success of one of their
biggest contracts. The once shiny blue colour dulled beneath the dust and cobwebs,
dimming its beauty but not its value. Arinze had never brought himself to get rid of
it. It was a reminder… a symbol of the importance of relationship and integrity in
business and now, in a fit of childish anger… its fragments claimed his dinning floor
and with it, his patience.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??!!” He screamed; eyes widened
as it gazed unbelievably upon the floor… Eduvie stood, heaving over the shattered
pieces.

The splintering of the vase screamed for attention. With such womanly grace,
the silent woman rushed in followed by the houseboy and cook, who were just as
concerned as she was… perhaps more so; for they had run out of gossip materials in
the servants quarters and were anxious for some new topic of interest.

“Nna anyi… Is everything alright???” She spoke! For the first time she spoke in a
calm worried tone. The look on her face deepened at the sight of the shattered vase.
On her back, a baby slept soundly, strapped.

“Go back to your room Nyuwem” He said sternly; all the while, his eyes fixed on

Eduvie (my mother)

“But Nna anyi…..”

“I said GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM” he roared, with a sharp look in her
direction. “ALL OF YOU!!!”

The sleeping baby cried, startled out of his rather peaceful slumber by the outburst.
The woman stood still for a few seconds looking like an injured deer at Arinze and
then at Eduvie before slowly turning around to leave the room. For the first time my
mother looked at her eyes… really looked. They were cold and… empty. There was
a growing darkness about them that caused her to shudder or perhaps it was the faint
smile… more like a smirk that crept up the woman’s lips just as she made to leave the
room. It was very faint and subtle but my mother did see it.

Arinze fixed his gentle gaze upon Eduvie once more. “I’m sorry…” He took another
step closer “I didn’t mean to shout”

Eduvie backed away, still very much confused. “You just called that woman
Nwuyem… Who is she to you?” Drop after drop, tears ran down her face.

Arinze sighed. “That is Obiangeli…” he paused “She is my wife too”

Eduvie’s chest heaved with a deeper and heavier rhythm. “Your wife???” She
whispered… her face gradually tightening up “Your WIFE???” She screamed. “You
are married???”

“Eduvie….” He bit his bottom lip as his voice grew.

“You self absorbed BASTARD!!! You already have a wife and yet you
kidnapped me from my home? You’ve fucked one and now you want another…”
She spat her words with spiteful venom. “… na so toto dey hungry you? You
disgusting old… ”

“EDUVIE!!!” He bellowed, charging towards her in a brief fit of rage but stopping
abruptly to refrain himself when he noticed her quick and frightened retreat to a
corner of the parlour, hands to her face as a shield in defence against his outburst. He
took in deep breaths… and forced a smile. “I would never hurt you but regardless
of what you are feeling, you are in my house and I will not tolerate any form of
disrespect from you or… ”.

“I am not one of your servants or… or… possessions!!!” She cut in, gasping in
between words as her hands dropped slowly.

“WRONG!” he screamed in a fit of rage to her disbelief. “YOU ARE!!!” His eyes
widened in a stern gaze. “Like it or not, It’s been done! I paid your dowry, YOUR
people… YOUR kinsmen practically begged me to take you away” he paced the
room, hands violently rubbing his head and face. “…with open arms they welcomed
me… smiled and gave me your hand without a second thought, like you were…
a piece of clothing” He sighed and shook his head unbelievably, pausing to glance
at her. “You know what… you wanna talk rights and possessions? Huh?” He

clapped his hands together “Let’s talk… Let’s talk about your uncles…” Eduvie
remained shaken but silent. “Yea, let’s do that. I mean… hey, since we are
playing ‘Tag the devil’ why don’t we take it all the way… huh?” His harsh and
mocking tone froze her. She stood in the corner, brooding… tears streaming down
her face, her eyes bloodshot and filled with rage and fear at the same time. “… They
didn’t give a damn about you… about what you thought or about your ‘big’
plans to become a doctor.” He jeered. “So whether you like it or not… you ARE
a possession…” He sighed as his gaze softened “… you only just changed hands
my dear”.

What gives you the right to just come into my life and… ” She took deep and sharp
breaths “… and … and ruin everything? You tricked me! You kidnapped me…”
She screamed with tears pouring from her eyes.

“Oh please… spare me the melodrama” He walked to the mini bar that peeped
from the left corner of the living room. He rolled his eyes in jest as he made to poor
himself a drink. “You know, if you are looking for a villain in this your soap
opera, I suggest you look to your own house. It is YOUR people who tricked you
not me.” His voice was much lighter. His eyes fixed on the glass of Jack Daniels
that raced up the glass as he poured. He paused, sighed… turned around and walked
to her. “Eduvie can’t you see… All I am guilty of … really guilty of is loving
you…. Is seeing you at the market place and falling so hard my heart leaped
out of my chest and unto your feet. I am guilty of following its every beat to
your doorstep”. His face wrinkled in a gentle frown “Eduvie, give me a chance…
please”. He whispered softly. “Give me a chance and I will love you like no other,
I will know you like no other. The sun will be at your disposal. I will make it
shine for only you… instead of mere diamonds and pearls; I will steal stars from
the sky every night as long as my heart beats and I will adorn you with it, for
they alone are worthy of your ever growing beauty and grace… I swear I will.”
He stood in front of her, face to face. “I know you Eduvie. I knew you the moment
I saw you. I made sweet passionate love to you that day at the market place and
every day ever since… in my mind” He closed his eyes and sighed “you own me…
I am yours… spirit, soul and body” His eyes pleaded “…I will be a good husband
to you and a great father to our children”. He traced the side of her face with his
finger tips.

Unmoved, she stared blankly into the distance. “You lied to me, uprooted me from
my home and life and you dare talk to me about love and children?” Large drops
of tears raced down her eyes one after the other as she slowly fixed her gaze on him.
“I do not know you! I do not love you! You mean absolutely nothing to me …
and that will never… EVER change” Her voice weakened from the silent groans.

He paused for a while, giving out a sigh of pain and disappointment “Well, whatever
the case my love…” He pushed back a wandering strand of hair from her moistened
face. “…like it or not, you are mine… and I will get my money’s worth” He said
with a soft but stern look, holding her firmly by the arms. He moved slowly to plant a
kiss on her lips but was interrupted by an unforeseen slap.

“Go to hell” she spat at him, wincing at the pain of his grip that tightened around her
petite arms.
He bit down on his bottom lip and violently pulled her closer “YOU WILL NOT…

DO THAT AGAIN” he pushed her. She fell on her couch, frightened as he towered
over her. His eyes were dark, as he struggled with his belt… his breathing heavy.

“What are you doing?” Her voice shrunk with panic as she curdled up in fear.

“What I should have done the moment I brought you home”. He flung his belt
aside, fiddling with his trousers.

“Mazi no… please… don’t…”

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4 COMMENTS

  1. Shet! Phew! I know it’s supposed 2 be a story dat happened in d olden days,buh it got 2 point dat Eva brought it 2 d modern day,lyk wen she said “let’s play tag d devil” dat’s new,which i didn’t think shld feature in d story. Nice,nd cant wait 4 part 5.

  2. Shet! Phew! Nice! I know it’s supposed 2 be a story dat happened in d olden days,buh it got 2 point dat Eva brought it 2 d modern day,lyk wen she said “let’s play tag d devil” dat’s new,which i didn’t think shld feature in d story. Nice,nd cant wait 4 part 5.

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