Saturday, 26 April 2014

THE COLOR OF CHAMELEON EPISODE 4

EPISODE 4



Femi sighed as Yemi wheeled him out of the Muritala Mohammed International Airport. The driver was waiting for them in the Land rover parked outside. He was obviously astonished and beyond shocked to see his boss in a wheel chair.

The bomb blast had affected his left leg really bad, and the doctors had to amputate it at India. The explosive shock waves from the bomb had caused severe body displacement which had resulted in serious injury on his limbs that were beginning to threaten other parts of his body. The doctors had said some tissues had been affected from the blast, and infection had begun to set in.

He had been so scared, as he was wheeled into the theater. The last thing he had looked at was the leg that was to be cut off, before he had been given shots of anesthesia.
He thought he had dreamt of Jadesola, as he was asleep from the effect of the shots. He remembered how she loved to come watch him play football at the open field in the estate where he lived, every Saturday morning. She was always screaming and cheering him, even when he didn’t score any goals. He was a striker, and she always called him “Magic legs.”

He woke up after the surgery, and they had amputated every form of magic from his leg. All that was there was a stump which was now bandaged. He burst into tears that night after the surgery. He was uncontrollable. Yemi tried to calm him down, but she defeated the whole purpose by weeping profusely. Their father walked out of the ward, trying to pull himself together.

Shortly after he had been put under observation, Dr. Gaur had to carry out another prosthesis procedure. 

The hospital had arranged a counseling session for him on getting over the trauma of the bomb blast, and also how to get used to his new life and how to learn to walk with the artificial limb. They’d told him things would never be the same and he needed his loved ones closer than ever before.

Jadesola was his loved one, but he didn’t even know how he was going to present himself to her. Their wedding was almost around the corner. He didn’t want to embarrass her with a handicapped groom. That was not the dream wedding she wanted.
He was supposed to stay back for about eight weeks more for regular checkup and therapy sessions on how to begin to live and walk with the artificial limb, but he had insisted on returning to Nigeria. He knew Jadesola was going crazy. It had been three weeks and he knew she needed to know. He didn’t know how or when to tell her, but he was going to.


***


Tokunbo looked at her as she poured out her frustration. She was furious, scared and agitated, above all scared. They sat together in her living room as she was trying to stop herself from weeping.

“The problem is, I don’t understand what is going on. Yemi won’t return or pick my calls, and I don’t have a number to call Femi on. I want to be there for him. I don’t know what has happened to him. I just have a feeling something is wrong somewhere. I don’t know if he’s trying to leave me…” She ranted.

“Jadesola, he would be the craziest man ever to leave you. I guess he is just confused with the whole blast. It’s enough to scare anyone, knowing you closely missed death, you know.” Tokunbo said.

She nodded, but this time, her tears could no longer hide in her eyes. She burst into tears. Tokunbo pulled her closer and hugged her.

He remembered back in his apartment at Dundee, when his girlfriend had cheated on him and Jadesola had been the one he called to come over. She had held him too in his vulnerability. He began to stroke her hair, and then she jolted.

“Um…thank you Tokunbo.” She said.

He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry…I was just trying to calm you down,” He said. He felt embarrassed like he had crossed a line with her. “I should leave now.”

As he approached the door, Jadesola went over to him.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I do appreciate your concern…I guess I’m just not at my best these days.”

He smiled, pecked her forehead, and walked out.



She shut the door and sighed, then walked into her bedroom, and opened her closet. She had missed work for about two weeks, and she wasn’t on leave. She had resumed the week before, though she knew she wasn’t being as productive as she ought to. She knew her boss was just being lenient because he was Femi’s cousin. She had to get her act back together. She had even asked him if he knew anything about Femi’s situation but he said he had not been able to get through to Yemi or their father either.

She brought out her dark grey dress and a black blazer, and laid them on the sofa in the room. It was about Nine thirty p.m. Teni had gone to church for a vigil, and her parents had travelled out of town for a relative’s wedding. She took off her dress as she was about to take a bath, and then she felt some heaviness and pain in her breasts. She placed her hand on her abdomen and hissed.

“Femi, well done.” She said to herself. The thought of aborting the pregnancy crossed her mind, but she was too scared to do it. What if complications happened and she was never going to be able to get pregnant again? Maybe it was time she gave up on trying to communicate with him. If he wanted her, he knew how to find her. The worst that would happen was that people would talk and gossip when she announced the wedding was cancelled.

She heard her phone ring.
It was a text message from Femi.


She threw on an oversized t shirt and shorts, then ran outside, and got into her car. She drove down to Ikoyi. There was no traffic around that time so she got there fast. She honked several times as she approached the gate of his apartment. She didn’t care if she disturbed any neighbor’s peace. She brought out her phone to call him. Just then the gate man opened the gate. She drove into the compound, parked as carelessly as she could, and ran into the duplex on the left wing of the twin duplex where Femi lived.
Yemi opened the door and tried to hug Jadesola but she retreated and walked past her, her eyes searching for Femi. She dashed into his bedroom. He was sitting in the couch, wearing a t shirt and long jogging pants that covered his prosthetic leg. 

“What the hell is going on, Femi Adewale? How can you just send me a text that you’re back in Nigeria? You left me in a mental state for weeks?!” She yelled, pushing him. He fell against the cushions.

“Babe, I…” He stammered.

“I have been so worried about you. I haven’t been able to speak to anyone that was with you. I don’t know what happened to you. I have been sick worried!”

He pulled her hand but she pushed him harder again, in anger. Yemi ran into the room and yelled at her to quit shoving him.

“Yemi please just stay away from this okay?” She yelled back. She looked at Femi. “I don’t know what it is you guys are trying to do. I have been so mad thinking you were badly hurt but I see you’re okay. How was the family cruise to India? Hope you had fun!”

Yemi shook her head and shot her brother an angry look.

“It’s not what you think, babe.” Femi said.

“Save it. Before you call off the wedding, I’ll call it off.”

Yemi couldn’t help but talk at that point.

“You’re just a stuck up selfish person!” She hissed.

“So says the girl who’s having an affair with her married boss.” Jadesola yelled.

Yemi went silent. Femi dropped his head in his hands. He had told Jade that Yemi was having an affair with her boss and he was trying to get her to leave the man. Yemi looked at him, and then walked out of the room.


***


She parked her car in the compound and then walked into the house. She was shocked to see that Teni was back from church. She was eating in fact. Her sister was weird. She ate so much at odd hours, yet she never put on any weight unlike her who had to diet and diet some more to maintain a UK 10.

“Where did you go?” Teni asked, gulping her glass of orange juice.

“Can you imagine? Femi is back! I went to his house after he had the guts to send me a text that he was back. He was just in his room. I looked at him. Nothing was wrong with him! I thought I would see him bandaged and all that! And Yemi had the effrontery to call me selfish?!”

Teni sighed.

“If you weren’t my sister, I would have wondered what kind of person you are, Jadesola.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Watch your tongue!”

“Femi’s leg got amputated! That’s why he went to India. He is going through so much and all you could do was to accuse him and scream at him. He didn’t wanna tell you because he was scared at how you would feel.” Teni said angrily.


Jadesola stared into thin air, wide eyed, as tears streamed down her face.
Teni watched her sob uncontrollably and went to hold her. She grabbed her car keys and wanted to go back but Teni didn’t let her.

“We will see him tomorrow, okay? It’s late already.”

She picked her phone and dialed his number.



Femi heard the phone ring but it was plugged to charge in an electric socket in the living room.  He knew it was Jadesola because of the ringtone; Love my baby by Wizkid. Yemi had packed some of her things and left, leaving Femi all alone in the house. She had been so disappointed that Femi had told Jadesola about her affair with her boss. He was far away from his wheel chair and he couldn’t yet walk well on his own. He couldn’t even reach for his crutches. He screamed his gateman’s name but the gateman was listening to his small radio in the gatehouse.

He heard the phone ring continuously and he tried to crawl on the floor to the living room. He tried dragging himself but he felt so much pain. It felt as though Jade was going to slip away and leave him if the phone stopped ringing. He was halfway when the phone ceased ringing.

“Jadesola…Jadesola…” He kept on saying, as though she were physically there.








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Tuesday, 22 April 2014

THE COLOR OF CHAMELEON EPISODE 3

EPISODE THREE



He was still so sleepy. The brown curtains were not enough to shield the piercing rays of the sun. He finally opened his eyes. The battle between sleep and the sun had finally been won by the latter obviously. 

He had just come into the country from Nottingham that week, but was still feeling as lazy as the lazy song itself. 

Someone knocked at his door. It was one of the maids, probably. His mom had traveled to Abuja, to arrive that evening, and his father had definitely left for the office. He looked at the clock. It was ten minutes past Nine a.m. He knew his father had indulged this act of laziness only because he just came into the country two nights before.  

“Good morning Oga. What will you have for breakfast? The cook prepared Spanish omelet and sausages. He also made Yam and tomato sauce…” The maid dressed in her blue and white pinafore said, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Just get me two slices of bread and black coffee. I’ll have it downstairs on my way out.” He replied.

He grabbed his iPad to check his schedule for the day. Part of the reasons he was back was to work with the family business. He had a job as a I.T engineer back at Nottingham but his father wanted him back to Nigeria permanently. His mother of course only wanted him back to push him into getting married.

Marriage.

The thought of Jadesola flashed through his mind. He went to his Photos app on the device and found some photos he had saved from BN Weddings. They were photos from her pre-wedding shoot with her fiancé. She still looked as beautiful as she always did; even more beautiful. She had lost some of the teenage fat and now looked absolutely womanly stunning. Yes she did look happy in those photos, but he had come to learn from his last relationship with his ex, Somto, that pictures do not convey the true state of things.

Somto had been his girlfriend and both families were very consenting to the relationship. It would have been one of those Billionaire marries billionaire stories. He knew she loved the attention and the awe people felt and expressed at their relationship, but deep within, he knew he was not a happy man.  She was visionless, focusless, and only wanted to go from country to country on shopping and vacation. She didn't think she needed to get a job. Her Daddy was rich enough, and she counted it as one of her many blessings. It took a lot of courage and bravery to finally decide that he did not want to live a life of pretense. Perhaps it was high time he went back to the girl he wanted.


***

6.15pm

“I really don’t feel like going anywhere today. But I’m just sitting home like an idle person, waiting for Femi to call me. I don’t understand what is going on. Maybe I just need to step out and get a breather.”  Jade fussed as she walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open so she could talk with her sister.

“I think we should just give him some time…” Teni started.

“Time? Teni I am carrying this guy’s baby! He doesn’t even know yet. We are getting married in a few months. He shouldn’t be keeping things from me. Do you know how it feels to hear your fiancĂ© is in India and you have no idea why or when he got there? I don’t even understand Yemi and their dad’s actions anymore. Or are they trying to kick me out for another woman to come in? There’s nothing I haven’t thought about. Is he trying to run away?”

Teni sighed.

“Sis, can you please just stop being selfish for one second? The guy was in a bomb blast! This is not about you, babe.”

The shower came on and Jade began to wash. The water drowned the curse words she hurled at Teni.

As she stepped out, her phone beeped. She dashed towards it, scrolled, and then hissed. It was from Henry.

Hi Pretty. Double dinner date. Venue Still at Radison. See you soon.

“What is this? I don’t have time for all this double dinner date nonsense.” Jade nagged.

Teni got off the bed and walked towards the door.

“I really can’t stand you anymore. You are so grouchy. Maybe it’s the pregnancy. You go out, okay? I’ll keep trying to call Yemi. You really need to leave this room. It needs maximum cleansing!”

Jade eyeballed her and turned into her closet to get something to wear. She had thought she would be seeing just Henry and had decided on just Jeans and a top, but now that he was talking about double dates. Phew!

The cab man dropped her off at the hotel in Victoria Island. She was in no mood to drive because all her thoughts were fixed on worrying about Femi. Just then she realized she had forgotten her phone at home. She cursed, paid the cab man, and as she stepped out, luckily, Henry sighted her. He had just parked his car and was trying to call her phone.

“Jadosky!” He hugged her. She smiled, happy to see him, and hugged him back.

“It’s been a long time, Henry. Really long!” She laughed.

“I know dear. I’m so glad to see you again. I came all the way from the U.K just to see your face, at least before your husband marries you away. He stole you from me.”

Jade laughed, looking away. She saw the light skinned beauty standing at a corner behind Henry.

“Baby, come closer. This is Jadesola.” Henry said, pulling the lady closer, kissing her cheek, and then finally, looked at Jade. 

Jade smiled. So that was the girl that finally got Henry’s heart.

“This is my girlfriend, Isioma. She’s the one running my heart these days o.” Henry laughed, introducing both ladies. Isioma smiled, and Jade reached out to hug her.

As they walked into the restaurant section, Jade tugged at his sleeve.

“Why is this a double date? My fiancee isn’t…he’s not around.” She whispered.

“I know.” He smiled.

The waiter took their order, and Jadesola began to feel a little uncomfortable watching Henry and Isioma coo sweet nonsense into each other’s ears. She wished she had her phone with her badly at that point.

She felt two strong hands over her unmade up eyes. The perfume was exactly the kind she had given Femi on his birthday in January. For a minute, she dared to imagine the wildest. Perhaps Femi wanted to surprise her and had planned this date with Henry. But the hands didn’t feel like his. Before she turned around to face the person, he bent and kissed her cheek.

“Hello my long lost friend.” Tokunbo said, smiling at Jadesola.



***


Teni could not believe what Yemi had just said. She burst into tears, absolutely dumbfounded. She opened her mouth but no words proceeded.

“Oh no!” She cried, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Hello, Teniola…Hello, can you hear me?” Yemi said.

Teni finally responded.

“Oh my God!”

“Please…don’t tell her yet. He is still trying to figure out how to tell her this. He is so confused. Please promise me.” Yemi pleaded.

Teni nodded, then said yes.


“I promise.”





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Sunday, 20 April 2014

THE COLOR OF CHAMELEON EPISODE 2

EPISODE 2


The sound of his voice was as refreshing and relieving as that feeling of cold water being poured benevolently on the head! She felt calm and set free from the bondage of worry. It had been a week and she had still not heard from Femi. She had  begun to almost loose her senses. One week was too long a time for him to get through, if he was still alive. She knew despite her parents’ prayers, somehow, they tried to defeat the obvious thought that he was dead. She had called Femi’s father and the old man was calmer than she had imagined. He had even been the one asking her to calm down and take it easy. Yemi had called as soon as she heard too. However the next time she called, she sounded a lot more different than the last time.

Did they know something she didn’t? Had they found his body?  She found hope nowhere except with Teni who carried on about the matter as though she knew Femi was alive.

She saw a call from an unknown number and immediately dashed to pick up her phone.

“Jade, it’s me…” He started.

“Oh my God, Femi!” She burst into uncontrollable tears as she recognized her fiance's voice. She wanted to be there with him that moment, to hug him and hold him close, to relieve him from whatever pain he was feeling. She didn’t know how hurt he was but she was most grateful she could hear his deep baritone one more time.

“Babe, it’s okay. Thank God I survived. I’m still so shocked…”

“Why didn’t you call me since? Wendy’s phone has also been off! And when I got through, she didn’t return my calls! I have been crazy and sick here with thoughts! Where are you? How are you? Have you called Dad? What’s going on? Talk to me…”

“Calm down Jadesola. Just hold on, please. I’m sorry…”

He paused for a while. She heard a voice at the background.

“I have to go now, dear. I’ll call you back again. I love you.”

He cut the call before she could say anything.


Teni looked at her sister’s face for any hope but she saw a confused young woman.

“Something is wrong somewhere Teni. There’s something Femi isn’t telling me! I have been mad with worry for a week and all he has to tell me is Calm down?” She said as irate as she could be.

“I think we should talk to Yemi, or his dad. What do you think?” Teni replied.

Jadesola dialed Yemi’s number.
She picked up after two beeps.

“Yemi, please what’s going on? Is Femi back home or in a hospital? I need to see him.”

Yemi sighed, then began to speak.

“We are in India. He had to come for…for medical attention.” Yemi said.

Pause.

“Huh?” Jade finally spoke.

“I really can’t talk now. Everyone is here. Me, dad and Femi. Let me call you later please.”


***

Yemi scrolled through her phone and saw other missed calls from her co-workers and some family members. Perhaps she should not have roamed her sim and should have bought a new one in India. She was in no mood to speak to anyone. Her brother was about to go in for a major operation that would change his entire life. fighting gathering tears, she walked back into the ward where Femi lay in the hospital bed. He smiled at her but she knew he was in so much pain…not just physical but absolute emotional and mental torture. Their dad sat next to him, trying to be a man and not to break down and cry. In a few minutes Dr. Gaur came back into the ward accompanied by two nurses.

“We should go into the theater now, Femi.” He said, pronouncing Femi in an absolutely remixed version. "I hope you're ready."

Femi nodded and looked at his dad.

“Let’s pray one more time.” Mr. Adewale said, holding his son’s hand and beckoning on his daughter, Yemi to come closer. They prayed and then, it was time to go in for the operation.

He was scared but he had strong faith he would come out physically better. But what he wasn’t sure of was if he would come out emotionally treated. He knew his life would never remain the same. Thoughts of Jadesola kept flashing through his mind. He had said “I love you” and the usual thing was for her to say it too. But he cut the call before she said it. He didn’t know if she would still be able to love him.


***


Never mind I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best…

Her ringtone filled the living room. She dashed for the phone, hoping it was Femi. It was a Nigerian number. She ignored it but then it kept ringing.

“Hello…” She said dryly.

“Sweetie! My one and only Jadosky!”

She smiled, clearing her throat. It was only one person that called her that. Henry Nwosu.

They had been a clique of three friends back at Dundee; Her, Henry and Tokunbo. Theirs was like the cast of the Indian movie Newyork. She liked Tokunbo, but Henry liked her. She always told Henry how she felt about Tokunbo and how she wished above everything else that he as much as asked her out. Henry always gave a listening ear. When Tokunbo broke the news of being in love with another girl, it had been Henry’s shoulder she had cried on. Henry out of anger insulted Tokunbo on how stupid he was being as not to know Jadesola was in love with him. Tokunbo let the cat out of the bag that Henry loved Jadesola, and Jadesola was dumbfounded but upset that she might lose the friendship she shared with both guys. 

Tokunbo came back later to apologize to Jadesola and told her he loved her like a sister and as such, couldn’t be in a relationship with her. She had been hurt, and also humiliated but then decided it was better they stayed friends.  Henry was still her friend, even if she now knew he really did like her. He did the nicest things for her and was always there whenever she needed him. Sometimes, she had thought about dating him. They say if you can't be with the one you love, love the one who loves you. But then, she felt they were much too close as friends, and the boyfriend-girlfriend thing just wouldn't work. Besides, who would she be kidding? Her parents would not support her relationship with the Ibo boy.


One night, Tokunbo called her phone and pleaded with her to come over. He had been drinking because he found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him. She had been studying with Henry that night. The minute he called her phone, she dashed off like it was an emergency, leaving Henry to study for two. That was the night Henry knew Jadesola's heart belonged with Tokunbo.


She had thrown out all the bottles of alcohol he was consuming and ran him a bath. He had actually broken down in tears. Thank God he wasn't drunk. She had never seen him like that and she felt so heartbroken that he was heartbroken. She held him close and rocked him like he was a baby, patting him as he cried. One thing led to the other, and she woke up naked beside him on the sofa in his flat the next morning.

That was the end of the friendship.


He tried to speak with her and apologize for what happened, but Jadesola was too ashamed and embarrassed to even look Tokunbo in the eye. Henry noticed the sudden change too, and putting two and two together, he knew something had happened between his two best friends. The day he confronted Jade, she burst into tears, ashamed of herself. She couldn’t lie to Henry. They just knew each other too well.
Even if Henry told her it was okay and it was a mistake, she knew she had lost the part of him that was in love with her. She knew in a way she had badly hurt him, but above all, she was mad that she had ruined everything between her and Tokunbo, and her and Henry.


***



“Henry! I can’t believe it. When did you come back to Nigeria?” She said, happy to hear from him again.

“Not quite long, dear. I got your digits from Helen your friend.” Henry said.

“Oh, great. How’s it going with you?” She flipped her weave that was getting into her face. She was sitting directly under the ceiling fan.

“We need to see. Send me your address and I’ll find you. I have missed you, hun!”

She smiled weakly.






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Saturday, 19 April 2014

THE COLOR OF CHAMELEON EPISODE 1


                                                          
EPISODE 1



Jadesola did not know what action to take at this point in time. She stared between the text message from the Android in her right hand, to the pregnancy kit in her left.

27 August.
What a day.


She let out a loud scream before she finally slumped on the sofa in her living room.

In about an hour and some minutes, she opened her eyes again, but she felt a strong and sharp pain in her head. Her vision was a bit fuzzy. She groaned then tried to get up a second time. This time, she saw Teni sitting beside her.

“What am I doing here?” Jadesola said softly, trying to sit up. Teni rushed to her side and hugged her.

“Oh my God, Jade! How do you feel? Should I call the doctor?” And before Jade could give any response to her younger sister, Teni had run out of the private ward and soon rushed in with their mother. The older woman looked absolutely worried. She appeared frail in her blue Ankara iro and buba, and her scarf hurriedly and imperfectly wound on her head.

“Jadesola!” Her mother held her hands and examined her as though she were a doctor.

“Mom, what happened? I think I was dreaming…where is Femi? Is he alright?”

Teni was about to say something but their mother shut her up.

“You need to lie down again, my dear.” She said.

The doctor came in shortly with their father, Chief Jide Martins, who was looking even more worried than their mother.

“Jade, good afternoon. How are you?” Dr. Rilwan began. He was probably a new doctor. Their family doctor, Dr. Nanya, had traveled out of the country with his family on vacation.

She nodded.

“Do you feel any pains in your head or around your body?”

“Yes, my head hurts…and…” Suddenly she remembered she had taken a pregnancy test with the kit she had bought from the mall earlier that morning. She looked at the doctor, with a puzzled and curious look, as she held her abdomen.

“The pregnancy is still very delicate. It’s a good thing you didn’t fall too hard else you may have lost it.”

She sighed. Everyone in the room looked surprised. No one had known she was pregnant. She knew her dad was highly disappointed especially because he was a Knight in the Catholic church they went, but he couldn’t even show any disappointment at this time. All she saw on their faces was something strange…

She remembered she had received a text message shortly before she passed out.

Femi!

She searched around for her phone, hoping this was not true.

“Is Femi alright?! Mummy, Daddy?!” She said frantically, searching the ward for her mobile phone. Teni and her father tried to hold her back but she kept struggling.

“Oh my God! Is he okay?”

Mrs Martins burst into tears and walked out of the ward. Teni ran after her mother, trying to console her. At this point, everything came rushing back. It was Wendy, Femi’s personal assistant that had sent the message. She looked at her father with so much fear.

“Was he killed?” She asked her father, hoping he would say No.

Boko Haram had struck again in the very early hours of that morning. Femi had left Lagos with his team on business at the United Nations Headquarters building in Abuja. Their wedding was supposed to be in November, exactly a year after he had proposed to her. A lot of preparation had already gone into the wedding and they were even supposed to travel together in October, shortly before the wedding, to take some time out to relax from the wedding preparation stress.

Wendy’s text hadn’t exactly suggested that he was dead. She had just said he had been in the building when the bomb blast happened. Putting 2 and 2 together meant he was dead, but she chose to believe otherwise. She shut her eyes, irrespective of the streams that flowed from them, and began to recite her hail mary’s and the Lord’s prayer. She brought out her rosary from her jean pocket but didn’t even know what Mystery to begin to recite; Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious.


Femi was the love of her life. They had met while she was in her final year at University of Dundee and he had come on some weeks training with his company. His sister, Yemi, happened to be her housemate and close friend and she had introduced both of them. She had fronted and ignored him at first, even though she found him incredibly handsome and attractive. Plus, she had a huge incurable rush on one of her best friends but he had recently told her he had a girlfriend. She decided to give Femi a try, and that try was worth the shot! He was the gentlest man ever. And when they had little fights and misunderstandings, he knew the best way to appease her; Ice cream, KFC chicken Bucket, and a day at the spa.  Despite the seven year age difference between them, she never felt like the young immature one. In fact she prided herself in being the mother he had lost many years ago. She took care of him like a baby, pampered him, scolded him, and above all, loved him with a pure heart. It was no doubt her family loved him when she took him home. His family also accepted her immediately, and soon, they began to plan for the future. He was her everything. He got her a job with a consulting firm headed by his cousin, and made sure she took a professional exam to add to her academic assets. Why would she ever say No to his marriage proposal?

She had not known she was pregnant. She had only suspected, and she had told him about it. He suggested she took a test that morning. She had wanted to call him but his phone was unreachable. Shortly after, Wendy’s text had come in.


***

It was evening already, and Dr.Rilwan had discharged her from the hospital. She wanted to go to Femi’s apartment and wait in case he had returned, by chance, but then, she changed her mind. She wanted to go to his parents’ house but her father insisted she stayed home with them, to get enough rest.

Teni brought her dinner into the bedroom, but Jade shook her head. She wasn’t hungry. All she wanted was to hear from Femi. Wendy’s number was no longer reachable as well. Wendy had not been at the building with Femi and his team members. She had gone back to pick up something at the hotel where they had been lodged, when she got the news as well. Selfishly but realistically, Jade wished it was Femi who had gone back to the hotel, in place of Wendy.

She heard her parents praying in the living room. They were reciting the rosary and her mother was singing hymns.

“Jade, do you have faith he’s still alive? Because I do. There’s nothing impossible with God, you know.” Teni said.

Jade looked at her sister. Teni was the family rebel. She had said she was no longer interested in going to the catholic church and decided she wanted to go to a Bible believing and tongue speaking church. Ever since she came back from NYSC Camp, she had become a totally different person.

“Let’s agree on this and pray, Jade.”

Jade nodded. It couldn’t be that bad. She plugged her phone to the charger and then joined her sister as the latter began to make decrees and positive confessions.



***


“Oh God!” He yelled, as he opened his eyes. He was in so much pain. The nurse calmed him down and ran along to call the doctor. He looked around the ward. There were many other terribly wounded victims from the blast.







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