Rose own dn finish tudae...Nice wrk br.

dwaammmm!!!!
carry on sammy

[b]CHAPTER THIRTY

Toyosi was extremely annoyed with me. She beat me with everything she could lay her hands upon.

I screamed, perhaps Mrs Omotayo would hear my voice and come to my rescue. John returned from work too and began to beat me. He locked me up in a room after kicking me severely.

When John released me, somebody bumped into our parlour. It was around 9pm. I was shocked to see that she was Mrs Omotayo.

She came close to Toyosi and they pointed fingers at each other. I could see her mouth moving as if she was pronouncing 'Bode'. Applying my commonsense, I interpreted what was going on. Mrs Omotayo was angry with Bode for treating her children badly.

If John hadn't come in between the two of them, they would have fought physically. Toyosi even threw a blow and it caught my father on the face. She then relaxed to tend the swelling on his forehead.

I shook where I stood. I knew that they would eventually come back to me to deal with me. They would pay back everything she did to them on me.

As envisaged, John treated me badly. He made me to sit down in space, without a chair. It was a form of punishment. My legs and my waist pained me so much. Each time my hip was going down, he would whip me with a wire.

I wept bitterly as I served the punishment. If only I could have my way, I would run away from home, I thought.

Nobody needed to tell me that I had lost the privilege of schooling once more. Over and above all, I had lost the love of my heart. However, I wouldn't regret that I fought Bode back since I was doing it for my future husband, I thought.

My room was relocated once again, this time it was the store room. The kitchen was filled up with foodstuff and other things, therefore I would be in the store room. The room was stuffy. It had a little opening high up. Our farm equipments were in there; rakes, watering cans, cutlasses, brooms, hoes and more.

I picked up a broom and swept the dusty room. I had catarrh as the dust rose and got into my head through the orifices of my nostrils.

I had resigned to fate long ago. Whatever came my way I would just accept it that way. I knew I would overcome someday. I took my note and began to write my poems once more:

I remembered the letter Biodun wrote in Braille. I smiled as I produced it and set it before my face. Seeing it was making my heart glad. I closed my eyes and began to feel around it with my fingers. Reading in Braille was fun to me.

Rose, I have never imagined that the blind could hear the deaf speak. I have never thought that the deaf could communicate with the blind, but it was such a huge shock to me that you crossed the bridge, or let me say you bridged the gap. Even when I couldn't learn your own language, you learned mine. You were not self-centred. You have travelled miles in my heart already and my heart is already for you. Rose, I LOVE YOU even if you can't defend me and nothing shall separate us henceforth. Biodun.

I halted around the L-O-V-E and felt them over and over again with my fingers. With that letter close to my heart, I slept off.

Biodun was riding a bicycle. I sat behind him on the bicycle. We rode on and on, yet he was blind, having a dark goggle set over his face. I wondered how he was able to manoeuvre his way through the bumpy road. Laide was running on foot beside our bicycle, lame, yet we couldn't leave her behind. Although deaf I was, I began to scream on the top of my voice:

WE ARE ABLE! WE ARE ABLE!!

I woke up from sleep. It was all a dream! I wanted to empty my bladder, so I rushed to the door, but it was shut from the outside. I was confused. I needed to pass out the urine. I wondered who locked me in.

I turned my head around and noticed a watering can. I would use it. In a flash I had eased myself.

Early the next morning, it was Saturday, environmental sanitation time. Around 7am, Toyosi had ordered me out of the store room.

"Go to the garden now!" she signed to me. Bode was still asleep. I began to hurry down there. She followed me.

"Rose, I haven't called you out here to be playing with those handicapped children, okay."

"Yes ma," I replied. "If I see you together, then you are doomed, okay?"

"Yes ma," I replied. Toyosi began to take her leave.

I stooped to begin work. I knew what I should do, so I didn't hesitate. I was to uproot the weed with my bare hands. That had always been my undeserved punishment every last Saturday of the month.

We had hoes and cutlasses but I was not allowed to use any. John soon joined me in the garden, carrying two watering cans. He was going to wet the vegetables.

John dropped the watering cans and went further into the garden. He plucked some garden eggs and came back to where I was weeding. He ordered me to take the watering cans to the tap to fetch water there. I picked them up but he ordered me to wait a little while. He wanted to wash one of the garden eggs to eat.

John picked up one of the watering cans and shook it. Seemed there was a little water in that. He would use the water to wash his hands and the garden eggs. John hastily poured the liquid on his right hand and rinsed the garden eggs. I perceived the odour of urine and remembered what I did last night.

I watched John as he squeezed the garden eggs into his mouth. I turned my head around and smiled. John was stingy, he wouldn't share them with me. Even if he wanted to do that this time around, I wouldn't receive them.

I picked the watering can and went to the tap to fetch water. When I returned, John was holding his stomach in pain. I never knew what evil my urine could cause until now.

John spent the rest of the week in a hospital, explaining to the doctors that he ate a salty garden egg. Nobody on earth was able to understand the mystery of the salty garden eggs except myself. I AM ABLE, I thought.

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THAT IS GOOD FOR HIM....
I LOVE THIS STORY....
STRONGLY FOLLOWING....

Oga Sammie.... Oya leggo. Salty garden egg is good for the health sha

Oga sammy we dey ur back ooo salty garden egg hahah lwkmd ooo no b small tin oo serve him right wish he die sef more battery to ur phone

Salty garden egg kwa!!

At least John got a payback no matter how small.

Toyosi needs to be dealt with too

For the first time, I laughed

Nice one,following humbly

Salty garden egg ?? Lmao.
Serves hm riqht....followinq u jare ntin du u.

Sammy weldone, gud for John

Salty garden egg indeed. Toyosi and evil bode need to have a taste that too

That got me laughing,he never see anything yet.Thanks for the update sammy

Nice write up bro ...

s3nn2x: For the first time, I laughed

me too.....sammy thanks for the update more ink to ur pen

pls does anyone here knw y sammy hasn't dropped an update yet?.. am really really fascinated by ds story

Salty Garden egg....my belle wan burst for laughter

Bros Sammy

Alright. I have arrived... Now Sammyhoe, please put Rose out of her misery and do that soon.

***laughs till i fall down 4rm my chair and banging d ground with my palm*** hahahaha salty garden egg.John, e remain sh*t wae u go chop ooo... Bro sammyhoe more ink to ur pen

labaski: pls does anyone here knw y sammy hasn't dropped an update yet?.. am really really fascinated by ds story

Yes I do

SammyHoe:

Yes I do

huh..sammy it s unfair ooo.y weren't u able to update cnc nah i hope all is well wt u?

SammyHoe:

Yes I do

egbon yi funny gan sha.. bro sammyhoe, oya cum nd update b4 i **brings out matchet nd shows it 2 him**.... u know wat i mean baa??

What language do a deaf and dumb think in (no pun intended)

Euphrosyne: What language do a deaf and dumb think in (no pun intended)

in gibberish..mtcheew

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Euphrosyne: What language do a deaf and dumb think in (no pun intended)

please reread your question

u ar realy doig a gr8 job.welldone i must say