Donald’s mother noticed they had been beefing about each other. She heard Emelda accuse him of cheating on her, and her son had said the same thing. She called them together this Saturday morning and told them that if they were ever going to get married and stay married, they should trust themselves. “None of you have concrete evidence to prove your suspicion true,” she said. “Hence, all accusations are watery” “But mum, I was told she kissed Obinna in public. From a reliable source,” Donald said as he crossed his leg. “Will you shut up and listen?” his Mum howled and stood up. He had been the only one interrupting her and this made it look like he was innocent. “You are such an ingrate, son. And I am disappointed in you,” she was still standing, glaring at him. “Aren’t you tired of fake, worthless women around you?” “You have a real woman right before you, and you can’t appreciate her. All you do is come up with stupid allegations so that she would get tired and leave you…so t
Fully back at work after a sweet honeymoon in Gold Coast. She was back with energy and excitement. Obinna had missed her and had tried calling her when they were at Accra; her fans had missed her too. She was going to begin her programme today, and she would tell them how much she had missed them too. Emelda was extremely happy; Donald had treated her like a queen at Accra. He would always be the one to wake her up in the morning and serve her breakfast while she was still in bed. Each time they went out, he guarded her jealously. Some of these men didn’t give a hoot about her marital status. She was embarrassed to see them come up with their advances even when they saw a ring on her hand. When would men respect the sanctity of matrimony? She wondered. It was common knowledge that one should not cross a boundary but not for these guys. They chased anything under the skirt of a woman. Obinna listened with full concentration as she swooned into the deeps. Gesturing as she spoke.
“What do you want from me?” he shouted.“Marry me; because I have your baby”“You have what?”“Your baby”
She sneaked into their room and discovered he had left. Just as she turned to leave, Donald hurried in to take what he left on their cabinet. He bent down and without intending to, threw her eyes on the standing mirror fixed beside him. His new hair spray was gorgeous, and he nodded absentmindedly before he said “You are supposed to leave today, Favour. Aren’t you?” His unfriendly tone was obvious so she would get annoyed but she kept her cool. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Donald said as he searched for the documents. Favour walked to the door and clipped it. “What are you doing?” Donald said, dumbfounded. She came so close to him that her body was almost pressed against his. Donald was speechless when she yanked off her top dress and began to smooch him. But he pushed her away. “Do you realize what you are doing?” Donald said while wiping his lips. “You want to ruin your sister’s marriage. God!” “Have me Don, I can’t stop thinking about you” “Are you okay?”
She flagged down a motorcycle as she looked at her wristwatch. What had she been doing at home? She sighed. She was already late but that didn’t stop her from tugging the rider on the shoulder when he started over-speeding. The driver didn’t know what to say, befuddled.She just told him a few minutes ago she needed to arrive in time for the interview and he should do anything possible to be there before time choked her. There was nothing you could do for people to be judged better, the rider might have thought. When she arrived at the venue, many others had come for the job, and her eyes demonstrated the surprise. She never imagined the number. They were sitting in the anteroom waiting for the human resource manager. She went to join them. There was only one empty chair left and it just seemed the seat had been waiting to receive her. A young man sat beside her. She could guess his age. He was the youngest among the job seekers. But his confidence and assertiveness threw her off ba
This early morning. Saturday morning. A day she had always dreamed of for herself. Some graceful breeze glided through the window and she could not help but feel its calmness. It enlivened her spirit as she lost herself in some introspection. She was aware of every tiny detail now. She could hear from within and from without. Some insects and mosquitoes swooshed past a little above the upper floor. She knew how annoying those creatures could be and would have pitied those they had come to greet this morning. She could hear some loud talks in the coal tar, a little down the street. It was bus conductors and their palaver, she guessed. They were always first to wake up and last to get home. And she wondered how they maintained their health considering their busy life; even some of them didn’t eat well or wasn’t as educated to know how to eat well, and yet they had invariably come out every single day with unbelievable determination and gusto. She also was awed at their vibes, and en
He slouched to the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat. But there wasn’t. Any snack would have been enough to ease the hunger but what a day. She didn’t even have any. He put a smile on his face and pretended he was fine; he went back to his seat with a cold bottle of water.He crossed his leg and put it down as quickly as he had done. He moved his butt to the edge of the sofa with both hands on his lap as if he was observing something far and needed to get closer to see it clearly. Just for a moment, he reclined. Now, he stood and changed his position. The other sofa was longer and he would relax more comfortably or even lay on it. He didn’t want to sleep, anyway. Lying on the couch would make him doze off in a twinkle of an eye and it hadn’t gotten to that.He just needed some refreshment and all this discomfort would cease. He didn’t need rest, he had not done so much today. He just needed to eat.“You can put on the TV to distract yourself. I know you must be very hu
Emelda paced around the room, concerned, but didn’t know what to say or do. She tried to sit but couldn’t, her heart was heavy with pains and it all seemed she was crying more than the bereaved. “She stabbed me…my sister had the guts to do it. Oh. How foolish I was. I was blind; I didn’t see it coming,” Maria said, sitting on her couch while Emelda walked around her room pensively, speechless. “We must save your husband first, Maria,” Emelda found words finally. “This is not the right time to whine or overthink” “Who will I run to if anything happens to him, God forbid,” she sobbed. If Emelda had noticed her eyes, she would say they had stooped. “My family. Would I run to them?” “Nothing will happen to your husband, Maria,” Emelda patted her on the shoulders. “Doctors said he would be fine. Isn’t that what you told me?”“Do you trust doctors? Some of them are merchants of hope”“Please don’t say that. Besides, Gee Hospital is known for its proficiency in...”“That doesn’t mean th