Saturday, 19 September 2015

Short stories from another.





Good morning lovely blog readers! 

So over the past couple of months I have been approached on giving a platform for interested writers to submit stories so I can publish on the blog and share with the rest of the world. 

If any one is interested, i'd also like to read stories and maybe even collaborate on a series if there's anything like that. Lol. 

So if you're a writer or you know a writer who is gooood! Pls send your submissions to:

Fisayotalabio@gmail.com

I will definitely read and get back to you and post. 


Guidelines:

1. Realistic stories
2. No explicit content 




Thank you for your support and cooperation! 



#meanwhile, another series is in the works...




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Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Rollercoaster Episode 9- Finale

EPISODE NINE - FINALE.



"We really do need some time away from here, I think." Damola said, throwing the skillet up so that the pancake would land on the flip side. It was a golden brown and its aroma had started to fill the kitchen.

"You really should teach me that. How come I am never able to make it look that nice?" She said, making a face.

"You just sit still and let me do everything please. I don't want you stressing yourself."

He put the pancakes and waffles in a plate and grabbed the syrup from the kitchen table then he placed the plate in a tray and served it before his wife. He reached for the fridge and grabbed a pack of orange juice. She was about to eat but he stopped her immediately and took the fork from her. Then he started to feed her.

"I am starting to feel like the baby here and not a mom to be, you know." She laughed.

He smiled, looking into his wife's eyes.

"You are my number one baby." He said and planted a kiss on her lips.

She held his face in her hands, a quick thought running through her mind on how much she had missed out on his love because of the demands of her job.

"What's going on in your mind?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Nothing."

"Come on. I know that look." He persisted.

She sighed.

"I'm just sorry for everything. And I'm sorry I even ever thought of aborting your baby."

He kissed her again.

"Its alright darling. I should also have told you everything about Timi."

 She nodded.

"From now on, no more secrets between us." She said.

He stuck out his pinky finger and she laughed, intersecting hers in response.

"Pinky swear." She laughed.

He kissed her again for the third time before he finally grabbed his hand luggage and threw it in the back seat of the taxi that was waiting at the front of their house. He was leaving for Port Harcourt for a training organized by his office and would be away for four days. Ite had started to miss him already and she had showed him how much the night before and in the early hours of the morning.
She pulled him close and hugged him again before he got into the taxi for the airport.

"Call me as soon as you get to the airport, okay." She said.

"I will. Every step of the way I will send an update."

"Okay. I love you." She hugged him two more times.

"I will be back before you know it, okay. Be careful."

She nodded and then he got into the taxi and the driver pulled out.

She walked back into the house and headed for the kitchen. The pans and pots and plates were still unwashed. She didn't feel like doing any washing so she set the kitchen alarm clock so that she could get back to the chore in about an hour. As she sat in the living room, scrolling from Channel to channel, she had to admit to herself that even if she loved being there for her husband, she missed her job. She missed the adrenaline pump of deadlines and proposals and presentations and chambers meetings. She missed that life. She didn't want to be idle. She had never seen herself as a housewife/stay-at-home mom. If she had started feeling this way already, how would she feel when the baby came?

The baby.

The thought of childbirth sent some shivers down her spine. Especially as she had coincidentally left the TV On TLC and a reality show about a midwife and a woman in labour aired. What if something bad happened in the process? What if she lost her life? She rebuked the thought immediately. None of that would happen to her. Amen. She reached for her tablet and decided to do some job window-shopping as she typed in some job websites. Most of the requirements for the big companies and for top positions wanted foreign degrees and a minimum of ten years experience. As she scrolled through, she saw the name of her old Law firm; the one where she recently quit. She was surprised...it wasn't even a month yet since she resigned and they had already started placing ads for her replacement. She decided to check some blogs but soon got tired so she started to do some online window shopping.

The alarm went off in a few minutes and she hissed. It was time to do the dishes. She forced herself to get to the kitchen. Then she saw she was out of soap. She needed to get to the mall anyway so she hurried out of her night shirt and then headed to her car. The mall was twenty minutes away but she didn't feel like walking even if they said exercise was good for her and the growing baby. She turned on the engine but it didn't start. She didn't like this. Car troubles was one of the things she feared the most. And Damola wasn't home to help her out.

"Ekeng!" She called the security man. She got no response. He had probably gone off somewhere. They lived in a semi detached bungalow. Their neighbour was an old woman who was hardly ever around. Her son lived with her though and came home sometimes.

She got out of the car and opened the bonnet. She didn't know what was wrong with it. There was water and there was oil. She stood akimbo but not for long because within a split second, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head which sent her staggering to the floor. She opened her eyes immediately and saw the attacker.

Her best friend.

Timilehin.

Her panic increased when she realized no one was around. She tried to call for Ekeng again but that got Timi angrier.

"No one is around." Timi said, viciously.

Ite didn't know what to do. The only thing she could think of at the moment was her baby.

"Please Timi. I'm sorry...please." She cried.

"I'm sorry too, Ite. I never meant for things to be this way but..." Timi placed her hands on her head. She paced around the car for a bit. Ite saw some other bruises on her other arm. Her friend looked delusional and confused. "I tried to give you a chance to leave him but you didn't. Ite you know I am your best friend. I still am but you took Damola from me. The one man for me! I share everything with you but not the man God chose for me,"

Ite sighed, trying to think of a way out of the situation.

"I don't know what else to do to make him come back to me.I don't want to hurt you but...I'm..I'm confused..." Timi stuttered, scratching her head.

"Please don't kill me. Please Timi." Ite pleaded.

Timi opened her mouth in shock.

"Is that what you think of me? Kill? I couldn't! I just want you to get your things now and leave. Just leave. Just go, Ite! Leave! Run away! Go into exile! Yes...yes...I'd love that. No one is hurt that way. And Damola will get over you and return to me like God planned. That's the way its supposed to be." Timi said.

"Timi I can't...you need help, Timi."

Timi got angrier.

"Stop saying that!" She raised her foot and kicked Ite's thigh.

Ite tried to shield her belly.

"Please....please....I'm pregnant please!" Ite screamed.

Timi suddenly stopped kicking. And then Ite knew she should have kept her mouth shut. Out of no where, Timi found a plank and hit her best friend continously, yelling in-comprehensive words. Ite turned so that her back faced Timi but Timi continued to hit her.

"You didn't abort the baby? You wicked witch! You made me look like a fool to him!"

Hit!

Hit!!

Then they both heard the repeated honking of a car at the gate which silenced every action. There was someone at the gate. Ite hoped for the life of her that it was Damola even if she knew that he was away at Port Harcourt. Timi tried to catch her breath. There was a smaller gate at the back of the house. She heard the friction as someone tried to unbolt it then she dropped the plank and stared at Ite in more confusion.

It was Ekeng. He hurried in and headed for the gate to let the honking car in. He stopped immediately as he saw what was happening. Timi took to her heels and ran out the same way Ekeng had run in. But what he stared at scared him the more. Oga Damola's wife was sprawled on the ground, with some blood trickling down her legs.





***




Twenty Months After



The rain was heavy outside and the full drops made a splash each time they hit the shut window. She focused on the roses in the bush planted and growing around the window. Inside the room was warm, but outside was cold...extremely, because of the heavy downpour.

She smiled, shaking her head in denial.

"I don't think I was wrong to have liked him." She responded.

Dr. Yvonne scribbled something in her note pad. She took off her gold rimmed glasses and looked at her patient who was now becoming like a friend to her. She did like to become friendly with her patients. She thought it helped them open up more to her. But Timilehin...she was one of a kind. Very persistent and very oriented.

"I agree with you. We have a choice to like any one we want. They do not have to like us in return." Dr. Yvonne said.

"Yes." Timi replied.

"So do you still feel depressed and do you still have those dreams? You told me at your last session that you saw a bird freed from a cage in your dream."

"I wouldn't say depressed is the word..."

"Are you lonely?"

She laughed, looking at the roses in the bush.

"I am but there is someone who doesn't make me feel lonely. A man. A friend. The one who has been helping me through this entire process."

The doctor smiled and Timi looked away. She knew her patient did not want to elaborate.

"Tell me about what God is saying to you now."

Timi shut her eyes.

"God is telling me to let myself live. And to let myself loose." She said.

"And is this the same way He spoke to you about Damola when you first met him?"

Timi had so many responses to that question but she couldn't find the words to capture them.

"Do you want me to skip the question? You have about five minutes to the end of today's session anyway." Dr. Yvonne said.

She was silent for eighty seconds of her final last minutes. Then she found her words.

"I loved him. And he did not love me the way I wanted him to. Maybe God asked me to love my neighbour and I loved my neighbour not as myself but more than myself and more than God."

The doctor nodded.

"Okay. Did you love him before God spoke to you?"

"Yes. I wanted him because I thought he had to be the one."


The time was 4.30pm. Their session was over. Dr. Yvonne hugged her and saw her off to the door as she chatted about how grateful she was for being heard and how much progress she felt she had made overtime.

She relaxed in her chair to form her detailed observations about Timilehin. Timi had been her patient for about eight months now. She had been recommended from the Private Psychiatric clinic at Abuja where she was a patient although she had been discharged but was still being put under observation and medication; majorly antipsychotics. In her opinion, this was just a young girl who had fallen in love with a handsome young man but had gradually confused the Spiritual with the emotional. She had psychologically started to think about him even in her sleep and she had presumed that had to be God speaking to her. Dr. Yvonne was also a church Minister and Counselor and she was no alien to such situations especially from some young Christian adults. Unfortunately, Timi had confused love with obsession so deep that it degenerated into a gradually growing mental illness. They still had about four more psychotherapy sessions to go before she would finally give her a clean bill of health further to subsequent observation sessions.





***




Ite placed the coaster on the coffee table and placed the glass of Cola on it for their guest. Damola seemed a little withdrawn.

"Honey what is it? Are you okay?" She asked, lowering her voice.

She had just put their eleven month old son to sleep. He was usually a handful when he was awake. Ite tried to make sure everyone spoke at room temperature so that the sleeping child wouldn't get up from bed.

"I just feel bad for everything. We are her friends but we can't get close to her. It's weird and saddening. I feel guilty for all this but at the same time...this is just still confusing to me. Timi always seemed fine to me." Damola responded.

He remembered the past year and how Timi had almost killed his wife and his child because of her instability. Thankfully, Ite had only sustained injuries on her thigh but the baby was intact. He remembered how Ite had begged him not to press charges against her because she needed help and he remembered how he and Ite had to get Timi's family to persuade her into getting that help. It had taken forever. Timi had continued to live in denial until one time when she nearly committed suicide and her neighbour had alerted someone.

"I know. I miss her. But I think its best if we keep away for some time." Ite said.

"I agree. Its not helpful for Timi either and I want what is best for her." Rotimi said.

Damola nodded.

"So guys, I have to go now. She should be through with her session and I need to pick her up and take her back to her sister's place." Rotimi said. He gulped his drink, stood up and hugged the couple.

"Send our love. We wish her speedy recovery." Ite said, hugging him back.

"Oh she is a lot better. I just want her to go through this process properly but trust me, Timi is very okay now. I just wish she was half as obsessed with me." Rotimi laughed. Damola and Ite also laughed.



As he pulled into the drive way at the hospital, Timi hurried towards his car.

"How was it?" He asked, getting her bag and hugging her.

"It was better than the last time. I told the therapist that I was beginning to like someone else. She thinks its great for my improvement." She smiled.

The rain was no longer heavy. Yes. Outside was still very cold unlike inside the doctor's office which was warm.

Warm enough to shield her from the shivers of the cold outside. But there outside, as she hugged Rotimi, she felt warmth within the cold.







The End!




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Sunday, 13 September 2015

Rollercoaster Episode 8

EPISODE EIGHT





He tossed and turned, trying to catch some sleep. He had only been able to sleep for thirty minutes…or even thirty seconds. By the time he opened his eyes, he thought it would be 5.30am and she would leave the house as usual like she did everyday so she wouldn’t be late to work. The time was 4.45am. He would hear her as she walked out of their bedroom and rush to the kitchen for a glass of water like she did everyday. He hadn’t slept in their bedroom. He had since moved to the guest room since the abortion saga.

His mind went to Timi. She was recovering and had taken some time off work to nurse herself back to health. He wondered how she became this way…everything that had happened at her apartment the other day still seemed like an out of body experience. He grabbed his phone to pass away time. He had some missed calls…the most from Timilehin. Then he saw her twelve text messages.

Thanks for everything. You are and have always been my hero and my rock.

I miss you.

I love you so much x eternity.

I have been trying to call you. Please pick my call.

I can’t sleep…I wish you were here beside me.

...


He couldn’t continue reading her texts. He marked all the messages as read and tossed the phone aside.


It was 6.10am and he still had not heard the door creak from their bedroom. His mind started to go places and his heart started to thump. He started to get worried about her. Was she okay? Why hadn’t she woken up? He jumped out of bed and hurried out of the room. He was about to turn the handle of their bedroom door when he heard her sniffing and mumbling some words. She was praying. He wondered why she wasn’t going to the office but then he decided to let her be. Disappointment was an understatement for how he felt. He felt betrayed by her and wondered on how selfish she could really be.






“Damola,” She said, walking into the kitchen where he was sitting having breakfast. The time was almost 7am and she knew he would be set for work.

He turned to look at her. He didn’t say a word. She was wearing her Minions pajamas. Strands of her hair stood out and her eyes looked terribly swollen.

“Baby please why won’t you speak to me? We vowed never to sleep in separate rooms no matter what and we vowed to settle all our problems within twenty four hours. Why are you doing this to me, Damola? Please…” She said, her voice croaking in the midst of tears.

He still did not say anything. She moved closer to him and held his shoulders but he wriggled away and stood up.

“You’re saying this because it’s you who has done wrong. When I asked you to resign, did you sleep in our bed? You slept at a hotel, Ite. When you decided to terminate our baby…did you sleep here? How am I even sure it’s…” He hesitated. He did away with what he was going to say and ran his hand over his head.

“Damola, how can you even think that? How? That it’s not your baby? Damola please just hear me out, I beg you. Just give me a few minutes to explain everything to you.” She sobbed.

“Explain what? Seriously what could you possibly have to say?” He threw his hand in the air.

“I…it wasn’t…I…It was Timi…” She couldn’t get her words straight.

“Okay. You want a chance to explain? Here you go. Answer my question. Did you or did you not go for an abortion at the hospital?” He asked.

She sniffed. This time, she was the one running her hand over her head.

“I need to explain in details to you…before we went there…”

“Madam! Please answer my question. Did you or did you not go for the abortion?” He raised his voice so high that she shrieked with fear. She wept on and on. Damola shook his head and grabbed his laptop bag, storming out of the house in anger.

Ite watched as her husband left and she couldn’t help but get scared at the thought that he might never come back to the house. How could Timi do this to her? Timi was supposed to be her bestfriend! How could she? She hurried into the bedroom and took a quick shower then she grabbed a vest and jeans. She didn’t care for makeup or perfume at the time. Her brain and body were pointing to only one thing…Timilehin.

She was looking for the key to her car when she heard the phone vibrate. It wasn’t her phone. Her phone was in her pocket. She tried to trace where the sound was coming from and then she saw it. Damola’s phone. He had forgotten it on the worktable when he stormed out of the house. The call was from an unknown number. She wanted to answer the call but then again she didn’t think it was the best thing to do. Then she saw it. Eight new messages. She wanted to throw the phone in her bag and take it to him at his office but she thought about what cropped on her mind. She wasn’t one to snoop…but she needed to know if Damola was maybe already making arrangements to leave her. Maybe there was another woman. Just maybe.

She unlocked his phone. The password was her date of birth. Then she saw the endless messages. From Timilily. That was his alias for Timilehin and Ite had always thought it was funny especially as Timi had warned him to stick to Timilehin or Timi for short.

His entire message list was from Timilily. Her heart stomped harder and faster. She couldn’t believe this. What in the world was going on? Why were there so many messages? She opened the most recent.

Hey darling good morning. Did you have a great night? Guess who I dreamt of? Yes you.

She opened the next.

I made breakfast. Akara and Ogi. Remember when I made it for you during my NYSC days and you said I was your personal Iya Basira. Lol!

Then the next two messages.

I wish I had carried your baby. I would never even think of terminating it because it would be an honour.

I miss your hands on my skin…

Ite lost it. She felt her blood rush with endless rage. Was her husband having an affair with her bestfriend! Was that why Timi had stopped calling her as frequent as before. So many thoughts ran through her stressed out brain. She wanted to drive down to Timi’s office immediately. She didn’t even know whom to confront first…Timi or Damola. She went to his sent items. There were no responses to Timi. She laughed, shaking her head. Smart man. He had deleted everything.
She hurried into her car and reversed without caution as she headed for Lekki Phase 1.



***




She brushed her hair one last time then she adjusted the fit of her bra. She was good to go. She went to the kitchen and grabbed the basket of jollof rice and chicken that she had prepared for him. She didn’t want him going to restaurants all the time. a good wife needed to take care of her man and to also be prudent. Those were part of the qualities of the Proverbs 31 woman. She picked up her umbrella just in case it rained.

The traffic from Jakande was quite heavy so she had delayed a bit but still, she arrived his office right in time. By her watch, it was 11.49am. His lunch break was from 12.15pm. She tried to call him but he kept on rejecting the call. Maybe she had sent too many messages. Maybe he was beginning to feel harassed. But she couldn’t help it. Love was to blame.







Damola wondered why he couldn’t find his phone. He knew he would have a lot of missed calls on it. He had tried to dial his number with a colleague’s but no one picked it up. He wasn’t exactly sure if he had taken it out of the house that morning. The whole event at home had destabilized him such that he even almost had an accident on his way to work. Probably the phone had fallen under his car seat. As soon as it was 12, he hurried out of his office to check the car. Besides he also needed to get something to eat.

Timi saw him as he approached his SUV. She looked at her watch. That was unusual. How come he was going early for lunch. Or was he meeting someone? The other day she had seen the way his female colleague gave him a hug before he left for home. Was he meeting a woman up for lunch? She hissed. He was a good looking man and she understood that many women would not be able to help themselves over him.

He had pulled back the car seat and was checking underneath and beside it when he felt a hand on his bottom. He jolted immediately, pushing the person in the process. She staggered a little but caught her balance.

“Good afternoon, Damola.” Timi said, smiling.

“Are you….Timi! Are you crazy?” He started to yell but lowered his voice. 

People had started to come out of the office building to grab a bite. Besides the company drivers and other staff were gathered outside the gate. He hissed in anger. They had probably seen what she did.

“Don’t talk to me like that now.” She said.

“Timilehin what are you doing here? For God’s sake I have explained to you that I am not down with these games you’re playing. All you can be is my friend. I can’t….this is just extreme, please.” He said.

“I brought my husband lunch.” She smiled, holding up the basket covered with a blue checkered napkin.

“I am not your husband. You’re beginning to take this too far.”

“You are my husband!” She yelled. “You said you would marry me that day at my apartment. Can’t you think of everything I have sacrificed for you. Look at my arm, Damola.” She held up her arm. The one she had pierced with a razor. It was covered with plaster and wool all the way to her elbow.

“I am not, Timi. What do you want me to do?! Why me?” He shook his head.


She parked her car and hurried out of it, forgetting to press the lock button. She had spotted them. The cheats. Damola and Timilehin. She started to run towards them. She didn’t know what she was going to say but she had to be there. She still couldn’t believe what she saw. She had actually thought for a second on her drive down there that perhaps Damola was clean but now, she had seen it with her own eyes. She had seen Timi touch her husband’s butt!

“Well done! Bravo! You have done well! She now touches your behind abi!” Ite clapped her hands, looking at Damola. He was surprised to see her. So was Timi. Ite was livid, crazier than Damola had ever seen her.

“Ite…” Damola stuttered. “Please let me explain. It’s not what it seems…”

She laughed throwing her hands up and her head back.

“Oh really? Like you heard me out this morning and before right? God, Damola, you are a damn cheat! And you had the guts to accuse me!” She yelled some more. She reached for his shoulder and pushed him. Timi tried to stop her.

“Please leave him alone. Don’t push him like that.” Timi said.

Ite stopped for a moment, then she turned to face Timi.

O dabi pe o tin ya were abi? (It seems you are running mad.) Are you a fool? You deceived me! So you were having an affair with my husband that’s why you told me to have an abortion! And you, Damola. Here is your damn phone. You have a billion messages from this slimy slut!” She threw his phone in his chest.

“You need to be calm, okay. I know this is not the easiest thing for you to do or accept but Ite, we have been together since about four years. Before you guys ever met. He has been looking for how to tell you everything but he didn’t wanna hurt you…”

Ite couldn’t take it again. She grabbed Timi’s neck and started to hit her without control of her self. 

Damola hurried and held his wife's waist, pulling her away.

“Let go of me, you bastard! Let me go!” Ite burst out crying. “Let me go…Damola!”

Damola held on to her, refusing to let go.

A crowd had started to form and people had started to make small talk.

“I am not the other woman, Ite. You are. Its difficult to accept but…please. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen and its not me. This is God ordained.” Timi said softly.

Ite tried to free herself from Damola’s grip. He was holding her too tight.

“He doesn’t know how to tell you…he doesn’t love you. Look at this!” Timi continued, showing Ite her ring on her left hand.

“Put me down! Put me down Damola!” Ite screamed.

A bigger crowd had formed and Damola knew he couldn’t go back into the office. He carried his wife and put her in the back seat of his car, then he got in the driver seat and drove off immediately.

Timi hissed in anger. She couldn’t believe that he had left her standing there like a fool in the midst of all those people. He had left her alone. He had chosen Ite. He had thrown her love right back in her face. And she did not like it.





*** 



“Please just calm and listen to me.” Damola said. They were sitting in a hotel room. Damola had locked the door and put the key in his pocket in case she went over the top and walked out.

“Ite, listen to me. Please.” He said for the umpteenth time. She was getting tired from all the yelling and fighting. She had calmed down a bit and was now sitting in a couch.

“I have nothing to do with Timi. She is…she is crazy.” He started.

“I have never known her to be crazy and she has been my best friend since teenage years. There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

He sighed.

“She came on to me. She said she had a vision from God since when we met and that God told her that I am her husband. She sent me a message the night I proposed to you…”

Ite shot him a sharp look.

“What?!” She gasped.

He nodded.

“Ite, I have nothing to do with her. She started getting crazy about this vision. I went over to her house and I told her that I couldn’t be with her because I am with you. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. She hurt herself with a razor and I had to get her to the hospital. She refused to stop harming herself unless I told her I would marry her.”

“And you did.” Ite said, raising an eyebrow not on fleek.

He nodded again.

“But I can't possibly do that. Ite believe me.” He said.

“Hmmm. I read her texts!”

“I never replied any of them. I just told you she is crazy. She bought a ring and told people I proposed to her. Ify your friend was the one who told me.”

"What? Ify knew? And she never told me?" Ite shook her head, feeling betrayed by everyone she held dear. She crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Damola this has been going on before we even got married! And you never thought it fit to tell me. I am your wife! God, she’s crazy. Does she think you would really leave me?”

He sat on the bed in the hotel room. Then what he said shook her world to the very end and melted all the anger and betrayal she was feeling.

“Ite, I don’t know about that yet. With this whole abortion thing…”

She hurried over to him and went on her knees, holding his legs.

“Damola…what are you saying?” Her voice started to tremble.

“Everything. Your job, you don’t place me first, your selfishness…how am I sure we can still have babies? Ite…I just need some space and some time apart.” Damola said.

“I…Damola I’m sorry. I have resigned! I quit.” She said. He was taken aback.

“What?”

“I’ll explain later but I quit. I left! And more importantly I did not abort the pregnancy.” She said.

“Ite…what?”

She sobbed, still holding on to his legs.

“Timi said it was a good idea to terminate the baby. We went over to the hospital. She…she said the doctor was a personal friend she had met sometime ago. She wasn’t in the theatre with me, Damola. She wasn’t. I got scared and I told the doctor that I needed some time to catch my breath. I told him to give me a few minutes and I felt I needed to pray. Ofcourse God wouldn’t tell me to abort a baby but I just needed some sanity and balance. I stepped out for a bit and my mom’s call came through. Oh God…” Tears streamed down her face. 

Damola had pulled her up to sit with him on the bed but she remained on her knees.

“Mom called me and asked where I was. I told her I was at work. Then she said she had a bad dream about me and that she wanted to pray for me and that I would live long and bear great children that would do good in the land of the living. Those were her exact words. Damola…I felt maybe that was God speaking to me through her. I went back inside and told the doctor that I didn’t want to go through with it anymore. I paid him nevertheless. I asked him not to tell Timi and that was just because I didn’t want her to pressurize me into going back. She seemed so anxious when I said I was going to terminate it. I had no idea she had her crazy head wrapped around my husband!”

“Damola please, I beg you. I am sorry. I’ll take a job closer to the house and something less tasking. I can’t choose my job over you. It’s not even worth it. I am sorry. I love you entirely and I’ll never compromise that, baby…”


Her husband hadn’t heard anything else, other than the news that his once terminated baby was no longer terminated.






….

By the time they got back to the front of Damola’s office so that Ite could pick up her car, they discovered that the four tires had been slashed.
Ite didn’t have to ask her husband who was responsible for the act.





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Friday, 11 September 2015

Rollercoaster Episode 7

EPISODE SEVEN






‘If you Love a man, pray for him.’

She was still settling into work that morning. She had arrived early. She had started arriving earlier than all the other staff at work because she was trying to right her wrong…the puking scene. She still had about twenty minutes before start of business so she decided to reply her unread messages. Then she stumbled on the meme that read ‘if you love a man, pray for him’ on the profile picture of one her contacts.

Ite had to admit that she did miss her husband. If she had to be truthful to herself, she would admit that she missed the spark and bliss they had been surrounded in during the earlier months of their marriage. She knew a part of it was because of her commitment to her job. And she did not understand how a man who claimed to be in love with her and to support her all through his life would be against the one thing that gave her some self confidence and fulfillment.

She was a Christian. A good one. Not an adultress and not a whoremonger. But she hadn’t had enough time to really say some good prayers for herself, let alone her man. Guilt ran through her veins for a few seconds. God was merciful and she was sure that He understood how tasking her work was. She barely had time to make a decent dinner, let alone say a full spiral prayer. But she had to. Maybe that weekend.






The Human Resources Manager at the firm had sent a general memo to all the staff; executive and non-executive. There was a meeting with the Founding Partner and the other two lead Partners scheduled for 4.00pm that day. Ite wondered what it was about. She usually always knew the agenda for all the meetings they had. She decided to send a quick chat to the Assistant H.R.M. She knew he did like her even if she was way beyond his league. He read her message but his response wasn’t forthcoming. He said he wasn’t sure of what it was concerning and but that the partners held a meeting with the H.R.M the previous evening after all staff had left. Ite decided to ask a lawyer instead…one of those she had a good rapport with, but there was nothing forthcoming instead.
Her extension rang. It was Mr. Patrick, the founding Partner. Her heart started to beat faster, and possibly louder. She knew it! It was because of the event that had happened at the closing meeting when she had puked. But that wasn’t enough ground to relieve her of her job was it? And even if at all anything was going to happen, she thought it had been handled already because her boss had told her it was okay and that he understood it was a mistake.

She knocked on Mr. Patrick’s door, reeking of anxiety.

“Come in.” The man said, her anxiety deeper than his baritone.

She walked in and took in a breath, trying to wear her cloak of confidence.

“Good afternoon Mr. Patrick.” She said.

He nodded. He wasn’t a man of many words, even in the court room. She still wondered how he was able to attain his title as a Senior Advocate of Nigeria.

He motioned for her to take a seat.

“How are you, Mrs Damisi.” He said, looking above the rim of his glasses.

“I’m very well thank you Sir. You asked to see me.”

He nodded again.

“Yes. I’d like to inform you that the Mentuzinni Hotel deal fell through and we won the bid. Or do I say, you won the bid with your prowess! The firm couldn’t be prouder of you.” He said, smiling although his beard concealed the lines of the emotion.

She smiled, trying to find her words. Yes she was happy that the deal fell through and she was taking home a little more praise but again, she was delighted that she wasn’t getting fired.

“Thank you so much sir! I’m so happy we got it!” She said, taking his hand shake for a job well done.

“So you would have to be at Abuja next week to start due diligence on same. I hope he is fine with that?” He said.

The smiles left her face for a little while but returned in a jiffy.

“He doesn’t have a choice now, does he?” She said.

“Good man. Say me well to him. You may leave now so I can get back to work.”

She nodded and walked out of his office.

She felt a lot calmer now. And furthermore, she knew the reason for the meeting. As soon as she got to her desk, she saw a chat pop-up from the assistant H.R.M.

‘I know what the meeting is for. They are appointing a new partner. A Junior partner.’

Ite became jittery. Her fingers started to tremble as she replied his message.

So this was the moment! This was what she had been waiting for! She was finally going to be made partner.






*** 





“I’m at your door. I’ve been knocking.” He said.

Timi jumped out of her bed and closed her laptop immediately. She had been watching a movie. She couldn’t believe he was here! The last they had spoken was the day before when she had sent him some prayers and scriptures and he had said thanks. He said he needed to see her but she didn’t know he meant the very next day even if she exceedingly longed to see him again. It had been four days since she saw him…or stalked him. She had gotten off work early so she had followed him all the way back home to Ikeja. She didn’t mind that she would have to face some traffic returning. She was doing this for love, and it was worth it.

“I’ll be there soon!” Her pitch was high.

She hurried into her bathroom and gaggled some mouth wash then she brushed her weave and hurriedly put some powder and strawberry lipgloss. Then she wore a dress and hurried to the door.
He stood akimbo, in all his handsome glory, standing inches tall. She reached out to hug him but she didn’t feel the mutual usual reception.

“How are you? What do I get you?” Timi said as he walked in.

Damola shook his head, waving his hand.

“Nothing. We need to talk.”

She frowned. He didn’t seem happy.

“Is there a problem?” She asked.

“Yes, Timilehin! What is going on with you? I mean, look at yourself! What is going on? You’re becoming a shadow of yourself and you’re starting to scare me!” He said.

She looked around her, searching for clues on his claims.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?...I…I don’t understand.” She stuttered.

He moved closer to her.

“Timi, what is this!” He grabbed her left hand. Ify had been saying the truth after all. She was wearing a ring on her finger.

She started to tremble. She tried to free herself from his grip but he was stronger in this tussle.

“It’s…it’s my ring.” She said, breathing heavily.

“From who? You’re claiming that I proposed to you to people?”

She shut her eyes and yelled out loud. So loud that Damola let go of her hand and took some steps backward.

“Are you okay?” He said.

She started to cry and the guilt started to swallow him up again.

“Timi, please. Just try to understand. I know you want me to be with you but it can’t happen. I can’t do…”

“You can! Damola yes you can! This is your entire fault!” She screamed, crying.

He tried to hold her but she pushed him away.

“How is this my fault? Timi I don’t have a similar vision from God. I think this is probably just your imagination or something…”

She reached for his face and hit him with her hand. He stared in surprise, not turning the other cheek.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you even dare say that to me! I know what I heard!” She shrieked in rage.

Damola was speechless. He still couldn’t believe she had just hit him in the face.

“It’s your entire fault! I have waited so long for you. I have waited and I can’t keep waiting. I know you want me too but you just don’t want to leave Ite. I can’t keep waiting and one of us has to do something about it!” She cried, reaching for a figurine on the shelf and smashing it on the floor.

“Timi, please take it easy. Try to be calm about this. This is not right.”

She laughed sarcastically.

“Do you even have an idea of what I have been through because of you? How many men I have turned away because of you! But you had to go ahead and marry her!”

“I never…I never asked you to marry me…I never asked you for a love relationship…I have always been your friend.” He said, looking all shades of confused.

“Wh..what?! Damola you led me on. You liked me!”

“What are you saying for God’s sake?”

She threw her hands in the air hysterically.

“Damola you did! Please don’t even try to deny this…we are both adults here.”

He started to run his hand over his head and tug at his goatee.

“I don’t understand any of this. I swear…”

“You got jealous the first time I told you someone wanted to ask me out. But you just were too shy or had not yet heard from God about me.”

“What?” He asked, puzzled.

“Yes…yes, please don’t make me look foolish. You led me on. You were always…always there. You told me everything. You said you wanted to marry a woman…like me. The very description of me. We prayed about things together…and God answered those prayers!” She wiped her face with the back of her hand.

“Timi, you’ve got all of this twisted and I’m sorry you…”

She pointed a finger at him, shutting her eyes. Then she started to smile as she reminisced on things.

“You said you care about me…so much. You even said if you weren’t with Ite that we would freaking be together!”

“You got me wrong. My God!”

“She needs to know.” Timi said.

“Know? Timi, don’t, please.” He pleaded.

“Oh, so you’re begging now. You don’t want her to know because your conscience knows this is true.”

“Ite doesn’t deserve this, please. It would break her.” He said.

“Are you crazy?!” Timi screamed, raising her voice above her lungs.

Damola shook his head and grabbed his car key. He had placed it on her coffee table. He headed for the door but she threw another figurine at that direction then she raced him to the door, blocking him.

“Let me leave, please. I need to go. And you need a doctor or something.” He said.

Timi shook her head this time, in violent anger. She pushed him and pushed some more.

“What is wrong with you?!” He yelled, holding her shoulders and shaking her vigorously.

Timi finally started to calm her rage. She started to gasp for breath and then the tears streamed down her face. She looked into Damola’s eyes. The eyes of the man her heart beat for.

“Damola, please.” She held on to his shirt. “Please don’t treat me this way. I’m not sick. I love you. Please Damola.”

Then she went on her knees, holding on to his thigh. He didn’t feel comfortable and he tried to move away.

“Timi, please let me help you.” He said, finally.

She looked up at him eagerly, then rose.

“You will leave her?” She asked immediately.

“No, Timi! No! I cannot and will not leave my wife.” He yelled. He was starting to get irritated.

She got angry. She ran to the shelf beside her and grabbed something. Damola saw what it was when she held it up. It was a razor.

“I will harm myself! I will, Damola if you don’t leave her.” Timi said, pointing the razor at her exposed left arm.

“Stop being dramatic, okay.” He said.

“Ite doesn’t deserve you. I deserve you! Do you even know she doesn’t love you as much as you claim to love her?” Timi blurted out. “I’m sure she forced you to have premarital sex with her! She ruined everything!”

“What…what are you talking about? Look, Timi, please drop that razor on the table and let’s get this over with, please.”

“Do you know she aborted the pregnancy?” Timi said.

Damola dropped his car keys on the coffee table, this time, not deliberately, but as a reflex action.

“What pregnancy? I’m lost here…you’re confusing me. What exactly are you getting at? And what pregnancy are you talking about?” His voice jolted with different pitches; of fear, of anxiety and of anticipation.

She laughed sarcastically again.

“She didn’t tell you she was pregnant. She wanted to terminate it because of her damn job. she wants to make partner and she said the pregnancy will stop her from achieving that.”

Damola blinked. He couldn’t believe tears had formed in his eyes.

“She…she aborted it?” He asked.

“Yes! And she came to rest here and recover before she went back home. She doesn’t love you like I love you.”

Damola shook his head in disbelief.

“Ite would never do that. Timi you are sick and you need to get yourself together. I don’t believe a single word you said, okay. So leave me alone and just sort your life out!”

He started to head for the door again. Then she screamed…in pain.

Damola couldn’t believe this. She had pierced her flesh with the sharp razor and dragged it all the way down to her elbow. Blood had started to trickle out gradually…then suddenly, her dress started to get soaked as the blood gushed out with reckless abandon. She yelled in pain…a unison of physical and emotional.

Damola was lost for words or action. Then he did the next logical thing. He rushed over to her and tried to get the razor from her.

“Please…please stop. Please…” He tried to plead with her to give him the razor.

She looked into his face.

“Will you marry me?” She asked.

He nodded, slowly, then swiftly, without hesitating.





***




Ite couldn’t help the rush of tears in her face. She got out of her car and ran into her house. Her home. Her matrimonial palace. She needed some sanity and peace. She needed to lay everything out before her husband and reach for his comfort and love. That was all she needed at that moment.
He wasn’t home. She searched for him but the house was empty. She dialed his number but he did not pick up the phone.

She was still crying, clutching the throw pillow on the couch and rocking herself to comfort when he walked in. She ran over to him immediately.

“Baby I have been looking for you. I…” She started.

He didn’t look happy to see her. He almost pushed her away from him.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, looking around and wiping her face.

“You tell me, Ite. My wife!” He yelled, though his voice was low.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

“The pregnancy? The abortion?” He said, yelling this time.

Her heart was racing, more than any character in this fiction. She stepped backwards, looking for the right words to say. She was engulfed with episodes of emotions. She was horrified at how he found out. It was no doubt no one but Timilehin.

“Timilehin told you?” She mumbled.

“Answer my question, Iteoluwa.” He yelled.

She trembled.

A lot of trembling had happened to her that day. She had trembled when she first thought she was going to get fired. Then she had trembled when she thought she was going to be made junior partner. She trembled some more when the meeting started and Mr. Patrick’s niece, Njideka, the laziest lawyer in the firm, was announced as partner. And she had trembled when she typed and handed in her resignation without notice and with the choice to forfeit her salary, because as she drove home, she didn’t know if she had taken a wise decision or a stupid one.

Now she trembled again, as her husband blared the horn of his baritone in anger, but more because of the disappointment she saw in his eyes. The eyes that had only looked on her with nothing but love!




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