Derricks POV;
That little twerp! How dare she? With he tiny body, she should be grateful I wasn't in the mood to snap her in two!
I know it's my fault alright? But she seriously needs to learn how to keep it together! She can't go around snapping at me. I mean who would ever want to marry such a contraption of moods?Fuck! I need to calm down. To think this shit through with a clam head. No Lisa, less profit. I'm a working class man, but dating someone like Lisa is the life! VIP passes at clubs, meals at five star resurants, and so much more. Her money and the life she offers are the only reason I'm still with her, and I'm done with my plan so I can't afford to loose her.
I need to think of a way to fix this. Asides loosing the money, I don't want to loose her perfect body. Not till I have had enough of it.
To clear my head, I turn on my cars radio and Hate The Other Side be Juice WRLD & Marshmello floods my car.
I so much love this song. Not just because of late Juice WRLD, but cause it's kind of the first song that really gots to me.
Great! Just what I need! Getting stuck in Lagos traffic so early in the morning! Goodness knows when this damn cars are going to move.
All this *danfo (public transport) drivers **sef! (Word of exclamation)
I turn of my cars engine to save my fuel and my stomach begins to growl at me. Ugh! Did i really have have fight with Lisa? It made me miss the food! Such delicious food!
I call one of the hawkers in the traffic and buy a cold bottle of Coke. The best drink in the world mind you, and two Gala sausage rolls.
I relax my nerves looking at how this uncivilized danfo drivers are struggling to get through this horrible hold up. Looking at how old and battered thire vehicles are, it's very clear that these drivers drive with little to no care for their lives. Which is true. Sometimes, this thugs deliberately bump peoples cars on the road and put the blame on the people just to get the people to pay them money. Money which could be more than their daily income sometimes.
If there is a basic rule normal Nigerian drivers stick to, it's to 'stay clear of Danfo You drivers! ' For the sake of your pocket, car and of course your life... And your dignity.
And the same rule applies to Okada men(bike riders). The danger with this guys is that they are mostly always armed and ready to attack. Also because Hausa men are very united. Mess with one of them and you have welcomed trouble from every other Hausa Okada man in the area.
I admire the survival spirit in many Nigerians. To be able to go through this pattern of life, be able to remember every basic rule to survive hours out of the comfort of your home. Also to be able to know forgetting a single rule could be very costly to you.
Suddenly, I sight three children from my side mirror walking in the direction my car is heading.
Two boys and a girl. All so neat and organized. Shoes neatly coated with black polish, hair neatly brushed and braided, uniforms neatly ironed and aura so sophisticated.
Looking at them reminds me of when I used to walk Esther to the junction to wait for our mom to come pick us up after school.
One of the boys looks like the oldest, and the girl looks like the second oldest while the younger boy looks to be about six or seven years old. I keep watching them and the two eldest are discussing intensively. Looking at how I am smiling at these kids, one could think I am their father who is secretly spying on his kids.
The traffic begins to move so I reluctantly turn my engine back on, but just as expected; the movement is not a very progressive one as I only moved a few feet's away from my old spot.
As they pass my car, I hear them arguing about the punishments God will give to fornicators and adultras. This causes me to gulp. 'God isn't trying to pass a message to you Derrick! Calm down. Besides, you have already served your punishment. 'My subconscious notes and I take a deep breath to calm myself.Alone In my car, I begin to wonder if to pick my phone up and place a call to Lisa to beg for her forgiveness. That's not gonna work! Words don't easily get to her.
I need to plan something big for that bitch! She is lucky I gain enough from her to make up for all I have to do for her.
Esthers POV; I wake up to my fathers tender but strong fingers on my shoulder shaking me out of my sleep. I got home by 7:30am and my father didn't seem worried about it. However, I still had to lie to him. I told my father that I was stuck in traffic after an hours prayer session and that was enough to get him out of my hair... I hope. "What happened? otin sún lataro. " He asks as he sits beside me on my bed. (You have been sleeping since morning) {Yoruba} "Kosi, tori Virgil ti mo se ni " I reply sitting up. (It's nothing, it is because of the Virgil I observed) {Yoruba} Honestly, my entire body is aching and I feel the need to sleep. The menstrual circle I thought began today, had stoped by the time I got home. Which is... Strange. I would have to look into that a bit later. "Where is your brother? " My father questions me, and hike looking at my wall clock, and
Third Persons Narrative; Later that same day in the evening, the Adebayo family are at their dinning room, eating a delicious meal of white rice and Yoruba stew. A meal prepared by Esther. Everyone is paying all their attention on their food as Esther and Derrick are not close enough with their father to chitchat at the dining table. After all, what is there to talk about? It's not Like the good old days when Mrs. Adebayo was still alive and little Esther and teenage Derrick would sit at the dining with their parents. The room shaking with laughter of the children as they filled their parents in on the latest drama in school, the newest teachers, the ones who flogged and punished them unjustly, the ones who gave too much assignments and so much more. But after Mr. Adebayos better half had crossed over to the other side, life in the family became the total opposite of what if used
Esther's POV; I fling my bedroom door open in anger. Equally slamming it shut. Not forgetting to blot it shut cause honestly, I fear what Derrick would do to me or has in store for me after my irrational outburst down there. I wasn't planning to hurt him. I am just so tired of his endless and painful tyranny. Why on earth does he have to be so cruel and over protective? As if he's not already a huge hurdle in my social and love life, he also takes it upon himself to make my life at home a living nightmare. When other students are really hyped and pumped about returning home from campus, I seem to be the only girl in my clique who is reluctant to go home and actually sees it as a death sentence. I remember when we were y
Dayo's POV; I am at my office attending to some files on my table. Some government officials would be coming to check our revenue update soon and I have to be sure that our secretary has cut the right corners and followed due procedure. Else, we would loose a lot. Oil company's are one of the governments major targets for revenue. I have gone over this files three times and I always seem to find a new thing wrong each time. I need full concentration. As I am going through the file for the forth time, I am almost halfway through, thanking God I haven't made a single mistake, when my phone suddenly begins to buzz and that totally scrambles the entire calculations I have been working on. God damn it! Who is calling now? I picked a Saturday to work so no one would bother me, but here I am getting a call from one.... Oh, it's Derrick. What's up now? I draw the phone up to m
Esthers POV; I woke up this morning in a bad mood. It wasn't exactly a bad mood, I woke up like every normal person and when I remembered last night, my mood strongly became sore. I head to my dressing mirror and stare the impact of his slap on my now numb cheek. It's a bit swollen and my eyes are red from crying last night. It's only a deep red line that is visible on my face. One of the down sides of being fair is the fact that the slightest injury displays it self on your skin like an award. I head into the bathroom, take my bath and carry out most of my morning rituals before coming out of the restroom. I put on a hood and a thight pair of jeans. I pack my braids in a pony tail and I am ready for the day. I apply *Aboniki to my face. I don't just like this balm cause of it's powerful effect, but because of it's powerful smell and pepry
Authors Narrative; It's been three days since Esther and Derricks fall out and Esther suddenly begins to feel weak. For some reason, she find pleasure in sleeping longer than usual and has even started putting on some weight. For example her cheeks have started becoming chubbier and round. She also fears she might have developed a bladder problem as she is constantly feeling the need to use the restroom. She has so many times scheduled an appointment with her family doctor but laziness has always held her back. Well, campus would be resuming soon and it's going to be hello freedom for her. She surely can't wait. Derrick is sitting alone at a table in a grand restaurant. He is wearing an amazing brown tuxedo with clean polished shoes and looks like he is waiting for someone. He is nervously rubbing his hands against each other. He lifts his head and fi
It's about 9:00pm and the whole Adebayo family had gone to bed. The silence is suddenly disturbed by a loud cry. "No, no, no please don't do it! It was a mistake. This is a misunderstanding. It's not what you think.... Calm down!! " Esther and her father run over to Derricks room where the noise is coming from. Although Esther is mad at her brother, she still cares for the pompous tyrant. She runs into the room and over to her elder brothers bed where he is screaming and trashing. He is having another nightmare. She begins to scream his name as she shakes him violently. She keeps shaking him in hopes to wake him. Her brother might be a tyrant but she still very much loves him. She can't recall the last time Derrick had gone through this. He struggled with illusions and pain for a long time after a horrid incident in his life, but everyone thoug
Narrators Narrative; "Lisa, thanks for letting me in. "Derrick says with his head on Lisas laps and her gentle fingers running through his hair. "What did you expect? You're my boyfriend. My apple pie. "She says smiling down at him before planting a tender kiss on his lips. "Lisa, can I ask you something? "He questions. "Sure. Anything. "She states and he breathes in deeply as his mind races around his scattered thoughts. "Have you ever felt like the person you once loved being has been wickedly striped away from you by a cruel game life chose to play on you..... And then, there seems to be no remedy than to become a beast.... "Derrick begins to explain. "And although you are sure your new found anger and relief would bring you peace, you know it's only temporary and your pain would always come back to taunt you." Lisa finishes and