Friday, 15 April 2016

Heat In the Raindrops Episode 1

Episode One 

It was not the sound of the brash and clashing thunder that roused her emergently from sleep. Neither was it the angry collision of the open windows against the burglary proof. The raindrops had started to make way into the room. Her bed was close to the window. The wetness of the raindrops was on her skin.

She woke up with a scream. It was the nightmare that had eventually woken her up. That was the fourth time she was having similar dreams in  two weeks. She scurried out of bed and reached for the window, cursing under her breath. She locked the windows and reached for the lights. She hissed. There was no power. It was about 3.15am and everywhere was pitch dark. She felt the wetness on her. It wasn’t the rain even though the drops were on her. It was her own perspiration. She shut her eyes.

“God…take control.” She heaved, confused and at the very same time scared.

Muna was alone in the house. It was her apartment; a one-bedroom self-contained flat. She had moved to Lagos from Enugu in the previous year for NYSC and after passing out, the company in Victoria Island where she worked had retained her as a permanent staff. She’d had to move out of her Aunt Ginika’s place in Ikeja and find a place in the Lekki-Ajah axis.

She was the first of four children and the first daughter of three. Her father loved her a lot and for the sake of sanity, it was kept secret, even though it was an open one, that she was her father’s favourite. He had frowned at the idea of her living alone. He said it was unafrican for a single girl to live alone. The men who were probably possible bachelors would have negative thoughts about her and either think she was a loose woman or an overly rich woman who would intimidate them. Muna had laughed and told Papa that she was not interested in the kind of men who would be intimidated by a woman’s success.

She considered herself quite successful. At age twenty four, she had a good paying job with a take home salary of nothing less than Two Hundred Thousand. She also had a growing accessories and beauty products business which was reeking in reasonable profit. As expected, a Nigerian’s woman achievement was incomplete if she didn’t have a husband or a potential husband according to public expectation. Well, she had that in check. She had Ayo.

His full name was Ayotunde Williams-Adeoti. He was from a royal family in the outskirts of Lagos. They had met not at a friend’s party or at one of those usual matchmaking moments. They had indeed met on Twitter. Actually her roommate was his friend’s girlfriend. Some days later, he slid into her DM and the rest they say was history. She moved to Lagos for NYSC and they became official. She had met his family. She had been scared at first considering she was Igbo and he was Yoruba royalty. She had prepared herself for the cold shoulders and the disapproval but to her surprise, they had welcomed her with all the love in their hearts. His mother had been extra nice to her and his father had even started asking when they would go meet her parents. His siblings were amazing and she knew God had really ordered her steps…not to mention that Ayo was a very successful entrepreneur. He ran a transport hire business, specifically power bikes, fast cars and speed boats. He was a Lagos big boy and at first, she had been discouraged. She didn’t want to fall in the trap of those celebrity relationships were the entire Nigeria knew the nooks and crannies of the affair. But Ayo was a very private person and did his best to shield her off the media which was exactly what she wanted.

He had been insisting on travelling with her to Enugu to see her parents. He wanted to meet them in person. He had already declared his intention of wanting to be her husband but he hadn’t done a formal tush posh proposal with the bling. He wanted to have her father’s blessings first.

Muna’s parents were quite liberal. Although when she first mentioned it to her mother that she was seeing a Yoruba man, her Mama hadn’t been as excited as when she had introduced her ex, Ikenna. Her father was open to all tribes and races, as long as the person had the fear of God. Muna’s father was a pastor in Nsukka. He was the General Overseer of Chapel Salvation Ministries International and he had quite a followership.

It had been a while since she visited home. She missed her family a lot and wanted to spend time with them. She had planned with Ayo to visit them that weekend but business came up and he had to be out of the country for a meeting in Germany. He had asked her to wait till he returned so they could reschedule meeting the parents but Muna had insisted that she would travel first and later on, they would go together.


It was Friday, a public holiday. She had booked a ticket on a shuttle from Ajah which would take her directly to Enugu. The time was 5.15am. It was still raining. Her ticket was for 6.00am. She switched on the flashlight of her phone and hurried into the bathroom, had a quick shower, wore a t shirt and jeans and dragged her small suitcase. She locked the doors and by the time she was downstairs, her cab man was waiting already. She had a car. Ayo got her a Honda for her birthday. But it was still parked downstairs right where he had parked it when he delivered it to her. She had a phobia for driving and knew she had to overcome it one way or the other.

The journey was quiet and smooth. She had her mobile phone and power bank fully charged so she soaked herself in music from Adele, Sam Smith, Sia, Asa and a bunch of her other favourites while she digested literature from Chimamanda and Fisayo Talabi. She had snacks in her handbag so she was fully set for the trip. A few Whatsapp calls from Ayo and constant calls from her mother and father to check up interrupted the music flow. For some minutes, she slept off and by tradition according to how she was brought up, said a quick prayer before she dozed.

The time was about two thirty in the afternoon when they arrived Enugu. She climbed out of the bus hurriedly as she took in the nostalgia of being back in the city where she had grown up. She checked her phone again. The battery was less than 10%. Her power bank was flat already. Her heart palpitated in anxiety as she dragged her small box and walked towards the interlocked part of the road. Her younger sister was supposed to come pick her at the terminal. Ugochi was always late for everything so she expected that she would wait for another thirty minutes. Her battery was critically low and she couldn’t afford for the phone to die out. She tried to look out for a call centre so she hurriedly wrote out Ugochi’s number on a piece of paper to be on the safer side. She was still writing when she heard that all too familiar scream.

“Munachi! Muna!”

Muna turned around, already smiling. It was her sister. Ugochi ran towards her and gave her a full bear hug. She missed this one. They were almost like twins; only in the strength of their bond and closeness, not looks. Muna was a year older than her so they weren’t that far apart. Muna was extremely light skinned and fuller figured with a slim stature unlike Ugochi and their third sister, Uju who were darker skinned and really tall and slender. Ugochi was in her final year in UNN and would be graduating in a few months. She wanted to be a model and nothing more even if their father would have none of it. 

“Sis of the world!” Muna hugged Ugochi. “I don miss you die! How you dey?”

“I’m just here in this boring place. We are writing exams in school and I can’t wait to finish and come and join you in Lagos. By the way where is your Yoruba bobo now? Muna you have caught big fish o!” Ugochi laughed in her usual mixture of giggles and shrieking.

“Taa shut up there. He had to travel. He will come another time. Abeg this sun is hot let’s go to the car.” Muna said.

Ugochi took her sister’s bag and they walked towards the parking lot where their mother’s Toyota was parked.

“I’m ashamed. I still don’t know how to drive.” Muna laughed, putting her hands to her face.

Ugochi shook her head as she opened the trunk of the car to put in the suitcase.

“When I come to Lagos I’m hijacking that car that you have refused to drive. I may even hijack your boyfriend who knows.”

Muna eye balled her sister.

“Don’t go there, girl. You don’t want to see my bad side.”

Ugochi laughed.

“Abeg, this is not my real face o!” She laughed. Both girls burst into laughter.

As soon as the girls stepped foot into the family house at Trans Ekulu, Mama rushed out of the kitchen with her yellow and red wrapper tied round her full blown waist which had become that way from multiple pregnancies and childbearing.

Aka maramma ka ‘m ga kuru

Chineke mo -oohh

Aka Maramma

Kuwa raya aka maramma

Aka Maramma

Mama began her endless rhyming from one chorus to the other thanking Jehovah for bringing Muna home safely. She hugged her and kissed her and turned her around, inspecting every part of her like those times when she came for holidays from the boarding school.

“Ke k’ije me?” Mama asked, delighted to see her. (How was your journey?)

“It was fine, we thank God. Odinma. Ijeoma k’anyi je.” Muna replied.

Papa was at a meeting with the church elders and he would be home by night. Her other siblings were home already and had started unbundling her suitcase to scurry off all the things she had brought with her.

“Go and take a shower my dear so you can come and eat. I’m preparing proper Ofe Onugbu just as you like it. I’m sure you have been eating only noodles and egg in that your Lagos house.” Mama laughed. “Biko, Ugochi come and join me in the kitchen.”

Ugochi grumbled.

“Mummy Uju is here now. She isn’t doing anything. I have something to discuss with Muna I’ll come later.”

Mama shook her head.

“I pity you.” She said and walked back into the kitchen.


It was night already. Papa was at the gate already and his driver was honking. It was pretty late. The time was around 8.45pm. Obinna, her brother went to open the gate immediately. Everyone knew that Papa hated to be delayed. Muna was in the bathroom, taking another shower. She was almost OCD; a complete neatness freak. Ugochi on the other hand was in the room, gisting on and on about her current boyfriend and how she had gotten a deal with a modelling agency in Lagos.

“Let me go and greet Daddy before he starts shouting my name.” Ugochi got up from the bed.

Muna was tying the large white towel around her chest. She stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

“Please tell him I’m coming let me quickly get dressed.” Muna said even if she knew already that her father would knock on her door within the next two seconds. 

Ugochi left. 

About ten minutes had passed and there was no knock on the door neither had Ugochi returned. She hurried up with the cleansers and toners on her face and grabbed her silk dressing gown. Her hair was neatly packed under a yellow scarf. She sent a short text to Ayo and then stepped out of the room and walked towards the living room. Maybe Papa was having his dinner already. It was strange though. He usually would rush into her room and hug and lift her in the air.

There was an unsual quiet as she came near the living room. Had everyone gone to bed? They were supposed to have held Night devotion. Even if they had, Mama and Papa usually stayed up and watched the news together and talked endlessly about things in the church.

She opened the door that linked the lobby to the living room. She saw her father. He was kneeling. His eyes met hers and he opened them wide, shaking his head but she did not understand his gesture. She continued to walk towards them and then she saw it. Two men; masked in black stood at the other side of the living room. They were armed. Her heart literally jumped out of her chest. She saw Ugochi also kneeling and shaking. One of the men was already undoing his belt beside Ugochi. Her mother was laying on the floor, weeping and begging him not to touch Ugochi. The men were yelling at her to shut up. 

Uju was not home. She had probably gone back to Campus. Obinna was also laying on the floor beside Mama and the other armed man had his foot over Obinna’s head.

“Jesus!” Muna screamed involuntarily.

The men turned towards her and one of them pointed a gun towards her.

“Oh so you get another fine daughter like this and you no tell us. Yellow pawpaw.” The masked man said, leaving Ugochi’s side and approaching Muna.

“Leave her alone! Leave her alone please!” Papa yelled. The masked man became infuriated and kicked Papa in the stomach.

The other dragged Muna by the arm and looked at her from head to toe.

“If you no get money for house at least you get Tomato Jos.” He laughed hysterically, the laughter of the devil himself.

“Please, I have gold jewelry. You can take them or I can follow you to the ATM. We don’t keep cash at home, please…” Mama cried uncontrollably.

But the man did not listen to her. He must have valued Tomato Jos a lot more than cash or jewelry. He pulled Muna behind the three seater chair and ordered her to take off her dressing gown. Muna stood her ground and shook her head, crying but the man held out the gun to her temple. She shut her eyes and had no choice but to take it off. 

She was naked in a bit, her brightness and softness exposed to this one who was not deserving of it. She had been saving herself for marriage. She had waited twenty four years and this was not the way she expected to bid her innocence farewell.

She wept as he mounted her, savoring all of her, turning her yellow to pink and then to red from his force and brutality. She was naked as he groaned and sweat on her body in the presence of her family. She heard her mother wailing and she heard Ugochi weeping. Muna stopped crying as she realized how helpless she was. She stopped moving and just waited for it to be over.

She shut her eyes and flashes of the nightmares she had been having popped up in her mind. In the dream, a monster had captured her in his den and tied her hands and stripped her of her clothes and she had been unable to get away. 

This was the monster. The one she had come to meet in Enugu.

She was naked, save for the yellow scarf that covered her hair, her glory, according to the Bible, the Bible which was her father’s dearest book. The Bible which had not saved her from rape.

It was raining outside and she did not feel the wetness of the rain but the wetness of her own sweat and blood.

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*Episode One

All characters events and places are a creation of the imagination of Fisayo Talabi and have no reference to actual existing places or persons.


  1. Thank you Chinelo and Vera for helping me out with Igbo here! Lol

  2. Hmmmmmmm... she must be really broken. let's say no to rape

  3. Sad episode....
    How will Ayotunde take this....waiting patiently for the next episode

  4. Wow. she was raped. Wow.

  5. Chei!..what a first episode!..Fisayo, where is this leading o?...I was saved only by God from a near rape incidence during a school robbery; I can't tell you how grateful I was/am but how sad and traumatic it was for me to hear them rape another woman like me.

    1. Just to add; even then, God can heal ALL. I sometimes think, why He allows things like this to happen; but still, from every pain, God can reveal His glory; if He did it with a crucified Christ; then He can do it with anyone that allows Him to.

    2. Wow. I can imagine. Thank you hun

  6. Sad Stuff. Let's see how this will play out.

  7. Can't belief I knew something like this will happen from the first line. Cantberieve it

  8. Pheeeeew!! Ypu dont want to know how fast my hearty is beating at the moment.. I've had to constantly remind myself this is only fiction.
    Lemme quickly goan read the remaining episodes. :D

  9. Pheeeeew!! Ypu dont want to know how fast my hearty is beating at the moment.. I've had to constantly remind myself this is only fiction.
    Lemme quickly goan read the remaining episodes. :D