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A woman that makes a man kill... Zainab is no victim.

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How deeply I Love to Hate. How deeply I Hate to Love

TANGENT - There have been a couple comments based off the first chapter saying Zainab died. For a time I've wondered why that was so. Having reached the beginning once again, reading the words written months ago, I now understand. I guess time does change the view of ones world.

I was planning for this to be the last chapter but was talked into giving it a nice round number 50 causing me to split what has already been written into two. Thursday will close the door to the world of Bisi, Zainab and Namdi. You all have been great

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 49

Shadows danced at the mercy of flickering lights. In a circle they moved, an offering to the light of life, white walls integral to their continued existence. Within, Namdi and Zainab sat, the length of the table between them unable to contain the growing rift.

"Why did you show me this? Where is the rest? Who is she?"

"She was dying Namdi."

"You knew she had cancer! Then why? Why make me go through this? She already didn't have long to live."

"I can't share you for five months."

"But I chose you... I chose you..."

Zainab rose from her perch as she spoke, crimson dress flowing around her, reflecting fire. Her sole interest was the man who sat before her, the pendant on the table not spared a single glance.

"Not another step."

Namdi did not look up, his attention stolen by the lifeless rendering he held, his mind filling in what was missing. His focus was not lost on her. Zainab's heart yearned for what was.

"Things can go back to what they were."

"We can't just pretend like none of this ever happened. Even now my hand still..."

"Why not? Namdi tell me why not? Were we not living fairy tale lives before she..."

Zainab couldn't finish, her teeth gnashing together, heart bleeding as her mind recalled all she had lost to her. Namdi struggled to purge her image from his mind, attempts that only served to make her more life like, more alive in his conscience.

"I can't forget her, I just can't."

Zainab had moved each time she spoke, covering half the distance that had been between them. Outside the tempest raged on, refusing to be outdone.

"You can. Namdi you will. Just look at me, all you need to do is look at me."

In her eyes was a pain born of her love for the one who sat there unable to tear his gaze away from another. 'Even in death you still hound me' she thought, her lips parted on a slow road to despair.

"Don't come any closer."

Only a few feet remained between them. A tear splashed, wetting the paper, his vision a mix of colors. Pain threatened to crush him. It was too soon, too fresh in his mind. To see her again, even in the form of a static capture rung his heart in a way he almost could not bear. What he hoped he had left behind, what he willed to not be true, he now knew had not been put to rest. 

"Please don't come any closer Zainab. I just need time."

"You chose me Namdi. You killing her was choosing me; can't you understand that?"

There was no response, red eyes still glued to the now wet image.

"Look at me!"

Zainab's tone came out icy cold, unable to bear anymore of her hold on him. Shaken, Namdi looked up, her brown eyes locking his, refusing to let go. In it he saw a tenderness that couldn't be faked, evoking memories of happier times, simpler times. As she walked, her lips continued to move.

"She came to ruin us, but you saved us Namdi. You saved us. I love you. I can never stop loving you, in this life or the next."

Closing the distance, her arms circled his neck, pulling herself to him, the folder and papers falling to the floor. Her heart rested against his, both beating to their own song. 

"I'm so sorry."

Over and over he said it, his voice hoarse, mind heady with the scent of violet.

"Hush my love. It's alright Namdi I forgive you."

Her body warmed from his words. Possessing him once again filled her with a bubbling giddiness she had not felt in a while. All had fallen into place.

'Bisi i'm so sorry!"

Zainab's heart went cold. Much like a sledge hammer driving through a frozen sculpture it shattered, bits and pieces raining down into an endless abyss never to be recovered. What remained was a blackness, a viciousness, a wrath possessing one goal; one aim. To destroy this man she loved.

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Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge hammering in my head - Titus Andronicus

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 50

From behind the painting Zainab pulled out another folder, black in color, throwing it to Namdi before making her way back to her seat far from him. 

"Why don't you open the folder. You want to know who she was right. I'm sure you have your guesses."

The curly hair along Namdi's arms stood on end, her words sending an uncomfortable sensation up his spine. The folder remained closed.

"So how did you kill her Namdi?"

"..."

"Did you seduce her first so she let down her guard? Did she beg for her life? Tell me the details Namdi. What expression did she have as her life ebbed away?"

"It's enough Zainab."

His mind began to clear, mouth turning down, countenance darkening.

"But is it? Open the folder Namdi, learn who the bitch is. Learn the truth of who you can't forget even in death."

"And whose truth is that?"

Zainab didn't answer her gaze falling on the pendant in front of her, parts of the silver chain colored red. Zainab made no move towards the pendant, her gaze filling with disgust.

"She is your sister isn't she. A Shagari..."

"That thing is no sister of mine."

A vein bulged on his temple, indents appearing where he held the folder.

"Was this even about the affair? I loved you Zainab. Killed for you. For a lie?"

"Loved? Loved? Past tense Namdi? The bastard managed to steal your heart from me even in death. If i'm to suffer this pain I will not do it alone."

"Don't call her that Zainab."

"I shouldn't call her what? Bastard? Maybe LovePeddler is more appropriate? But is she not a bastard? Isn't her mother not a LovePeddler who seduced my father to give birth to a LovePeddler who... who... who..."

A sound escaped her lips, half laugh half shriek, head tilting to the rafters above.

"Tell me the truth Zainab, was it because of the affair or that the father you trusted so much had a love child?"

"Does it matter Namdi? Can it not be both? But there is more Namdi. Open the folder."

"I need to know why you... Every time I look at my hand all I see is red."

"She haunts you. Is she alone?"

"Tell me! I have to know. No, I need to know. When did you want her dead? Why?"

Silence was her answer to his outburst, face hidden from view by soft hands, hair spilling over her face. Namdi's hand tensed to reach out in comfort, a reflex he suppressed, instead sweeping the dishes to the floor, their contents splashing on the white wall to his left.

"Tell me Zainab! Was it when you found out about the affair... or was it a sin even more unforgivable."

"More unforgivable? Namdi, my father betrayed my mother. You betrayed me. Both of you swept up by two generations."

"What more can you do to me Zainab, you've already drawn more than a pound of flesh, painted my hands red."

"We'll see. Open the folder Namdi. Leaving it closed will not change what has already been written."

"Zainab there is nothing in this world that can cause me any more sorrow, any more heartbreak than what I have..."

His words petered out, shivers running through his body. In his hands an open folder, the contents laid bare and digested by a Namdi whose eyes were misting red the more he read. Every rational part of his mind shut down one after the other till all one could find was a single thought and emotion. It pumped through every vessel, filled every fiber of his being, taking life, granting him with a strength he should not possess. It rendered in him a transformation from man. Reading turned his world upside down for he had ended the life of not one but two souls.

Her laughter rose as she saw the madness mixed with pain blossom in him, behind her the storm raged on. Namdi rose, his face contorted, knuckles cracking. With a hand he upended the table, sending it crashing to the floor, crushing the dishes, burying the pendant, creating a straight path to Zainab.

"Come Namdi! You have killed your LovePeddler. You have killed your unborn child. The best things come in threes."

Each step he took was heavy, slow and deliberate. She matched them with light footfalls, feathers on a flat plane. There was no fear in her eyes as she watched him become more beast than man while the distance closed.

"It's not like the cancer would have allowed her live long enough to give birth. You did her a favor."

An inhuman roar tore through his throat, teeth biting down, his lip caught in its path, blood splashing, the pain bringing some clarity to his rabid mind.

"I wonder what the LovePeddler would have named it. If it's a girl would be best to skip all pretense and give the name that we all know it will grow up to be."

They had both covered half the distance, to their right, the threatening drop hanging at head level.

"I could have lived with the knowledge of my mother being right about my father, about him having a love child, even with you having an affair."

In his eyes Zainab could see her death but she did not cringe, only closing her lashed lids and waiting for his hands to fatally wrap around her once more.

"What I couldn't bear was her giving you what I could not."

His hands gripped her, but her neck remained bare. Namdi pulled her into his embrace. Eyes opening she couldn't hide the confusion as she stared at the closed door to the dining room. Namdi could only look at what hung on the white wall as he held Zainab. A fountain of blood splashed against the painting, adding to the bitter red, filling the air around them with a spicy scent. The ground rushed to him as he fell, receiving him with its unyielding nature.

"Namdi!"

Filled with complicated emotions she could not hold back, Zainab bound to his side, lifting his head onto her lap, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What's happening?"

In Namdi's eyes was a far away look coupled with memories of Bisi. A racking cough brought up a mouthful of blood and spicy wine. All her talk about choosing 'us' now took a whole new meaning, her words that didn't make sense became clear. Actions as simple as an unconscious hand to the flat of her stomach. How he could have been so blind he would never get a chance to know. He struggled to turn to face the woman whose thighs his head lay.

"She couldn't bear to live any longer knowing the baby would die within her."

"What does that have to do with you Namdi!"

"A bottle of wine and a single cup..."

Each word a struggle, delivered with spasms racking his body.

"I'm sorry Zainab, if I had been decisive, strong willed, we wouldn't be..."

"Hush Namdi, you can apologize later let me go call..."

"No! Stay. Please. Whatever she put in the wine... There won't be enough time..."

Hey eyes misted but no tears fell, her features stricken with shock as she held him; stroking his limp curly hair. Namdi laughed, the sound weak, a motion causing more blood to flow in reverse.

"Our... fates... fates... truly... are...are... are... written..."

Another mouthful came up, splattering the walls as much as her. She did not reach to wipe it away, her dress showing no change in shade even as it absorbed the vital liquid.

"Namdi, please, please don't go"

Outside, the storm ceased to hear her whisper, a calm returning to the beaten land still blanketed with darkness. Above a sea of stars his mother beckoned, the sound of a doorbell unimportant to his closing eyes; his last view of the world a grief stricken Zainab.

THE END

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email - just2day@yahoo.com

TANGENT - Well we made it (Except for Namdi anyway. Too soon? Lol), who would have thought. Is 50 chapters short or long? Lol. Though rushed towards the later chapters, I hope it pulled together a little and the bow I tied didn't have too many loose ends. I'm sad and a little glad it's done. Wonderful feeling to finish but I will miss these 3. Zainab, Bisi, Namdi and I would like to take the time to thank the commenters in order of appearance so my favorites remain a mystery

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I'd also like to thank those who worked behind the scenes on this journey, they'll remain nameless for now. And now to make what is already long even longer, and for those who scrolled/read this far, here is what I'm toying with to work on next, haven't decided. will probably puzzle those who use the 'go down' button.

TO LOVE A MAMI WATER (WORKING TITLE AND DRAFT)

The bridge from the natural to the supernatural is held by imagination

Formless, drifting from a realm of its own, the wind came down from the night sky to play along the divide between land and sea. As it sped past it witnessed the revelry of people as they drank and danced. Flipping skirts and upending umbrellas, it made its presence felt, enjoying the shrieks and shouts that rose over the music. Onward it raced, ripping off a sign board with 'Elegushi' written on it, searching for more to quench its thirst with wonder. On its path, a large rock rising high above the sea came into view. A rock held no interest to it but above was a woman in white steadily making her way to the edge.

Hair, black, long, silky and not her own covered much of her face. On her body a bleached dress clung to her supple form, ripped, stained. Behind, a pair of slippers marked her trodden path. Beneath her bare feet, jagged rocks tore at her soft soles, bruising, unhindered in their attempt to break delicate skin. Forward she walked, each step accompanied by pain, the edge getting ever closer. Above, where the gods ruled, clouds denied the full moon its time on earth.

A sudden gust hit her, hair whipping in the formless wind revealing the features that had been hidden. Almond eyes struggled to remain open in the gale, pearly white teeth set in determination. A ringless hand reached up to block, rising just above her duchess nose. In the cloudy night her smooth ebony skin blended deeply. Each step became as heavy as a mountain to her light 5 ft 7 frame, but still she persisted, fighting the wind  till she made it to the brink.

Reaching the peak she braced herself against the wind that struggled to deny her wish. In the distance the bright lights of the clubs and bars lining the beach shone brightly, the music faint. Turning from the sight she looked down at what awaited her. The sea dashed against the large rock, wave upon wave crashing and receding, revealing sharp unforgiving rocks. For a moment the clouds parted, a moonbeam breaking through illuminating her. She glowed, a beacon in the darkness. No tears shone brightly nor crawled down her dimpled cheek. No words were spoken as she took that final step into the night sky, gravity embracing her like a mother would a lost child.

With a splash her body struck the water, the sound drowned out by the chaotic sea. In a feat defying the gods, no rock found her descent. It would not matter for the cold of the sea would finish what they did not. The impact from such a height knocked the breath out of her, an inability to swim leading her farther and farther into the depths. In the frigid waters her dress fanned out, giving her wings of white. Her lids grew heavy, oxygen deprived mind shutting down, the surface getting farther and farther away, beyond where any human could swim to. Before they completely shut she thought she saw a man.

He held her waist, stopping her descent. Firm to the touch, the hand brought her to him. She could only use one word to describe him, 'exquisite'.

"Ominrin."

Her oxygen deprived mind thought she heard him say her name. An impossibility that did not matter as her eyes began to close for the last time. Lips pressed against hers, gently, firmly, sealing, breathing life back into her. Ominrin's starving lungs drank deeply, the kiss intensifying beneath the salty depths. Still it could not fight the cold, her mind succumbing, the world fading to black.

With a groan Ominrin's eyes opened, her bruised bare feet tickled by the tide. Sand peppered her exposed skin. A finger touched her lips, a faint sensation still present. She gazed out to the sea, wet to the bone, wondering if it was a dream.

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There is a tiny breath in all of us that longs for a tragedy even as we deny its existence. The Greeks understood how to scratch that itch.

Your encouraging words are deeply appreciated

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Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge hammering in my head - Titus Andronicus

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 50



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I pray I forgot no one. To the liker as well as those who lurk in the shadows and enjoy anonymity I thank you. I am for the most part the same, i'll assume from the views you appreciate the work. Promised myself to keep going if I could get just one person to keep reading; guess that worked out.

I'd also like to thank those who worked behind the scenes on this journey, they'll remain nameless for now. And now to make what is already long even longer, and for those who scrolled/read this far, here is what I'm toying with to work on next, haven't decided. will probably puzzle those who use the 'go down' button.

just2daay:
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge hammering in my head - Titus Andronicus

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 50

From behind the painting Zainab pulled out another folder, black in color, throwing it to Namdi before making her way back to her seat far from him. 

"Why don't you open the folder. You want to know who she was right. I'm sure you have your guesses."

The curly hair along Namdi's arms stood on end, her words sending an uncomfortable sensation up his spine. The folder remained closed.

"So how did you kill her Namdi?"

"..."

"Did you seduce her first so she let down her guard? Did she beg for her life? Tell me the details Namdi. What expression did she have as her life ebbed away?"

"It's enough Zainab."

His mind began to clear, mouth turning down, countenance darkening.

"But is it? Open the folder Namdi, learn who the bitch is. Learn the truth of who you can't forget even in death."

"And whose truth is that?"

Zainab didn't answer her gaze falling on the pendant in front of her, parts of the silver chain colored red. Zainab made no move towards the pendant, her gaze filling with disgust.

"She is your sister isn't she. A Shagari..."

"That thing is no sister of mine."

A vein bulged on his temple, indents appearing where he held the folder.

"Was this even about the affair? I loved you Zainab. Killed for you. For a lie?"

"Loved? Loved? Past tense Namdi? The bastard managed to steal your heart from me even in death. If i'm to suffer this pain I will not do it alone."

"Don't call her that Zainab."

"I shouldn't call her what? Bastard? Maybe LovePeddler is more appropriate? But is she not a bastard? Isn't her mother not a LovePeddler who seduced my father to give birth to a LovePeddler who... who... who..."

A sound escaped her lips, half laugh half shriek, head tilting to the rafters above.

"Tell me the truth Zainab, was it because of the affair or that the father you trusted so much had a love child?"

"Does it matter Namdi? Can it not be both? But there is more Namdi. Open the folder."

"I need to know why you... Every time I look at my hand all I see is red."

"She haunts you. Is she alone?"

"Tell me! I have to know. No, I need to know. When did you want her dead? Why?"

Silence was her answer to his outburst, face hidden from view by soft hands, hair spilling over her face. Namdi's hand tensed to reach out in comfort, a reflex he suppressed, instead sweeping the dishes to the floor, their contents splashing on the white wall to his left.

"Tell me Zainab! Was it when you found out about the affair... or was it a sin even more unforgivable."

"More unforgivable? Namdi, my father betrayed my mother. You betrayed me. Both of you swept up by two generations."

"What more can you do to me Zainab, you've already drawn more than a pound of flesh, painted my hands red."

"We'll see. Open the folder Namdi. Leaving it closed will not change what has already been written."

"Zainab there is nothing in this world that can cause me any more sorrow, any more heartbreak than what I have..."

His words petered out, shivers running through his body. In his hands an open folder, the contents laid bare and digested by a Namdi whose eyes were misting red the more he read. Every rational part of his mind shut down one after the other till all one could find was a single thought and emotion. It pumped through every vessel, filled every fiber of his being, taking life, granting him with a strength he should not possess. It rendered in him a transformation from man. Reading turned his world upside down for he had ended the life of not one but two souls.

Her laughter rose as she saw the madness mixed with pain blossom in him, behind her the storm raged on. Namdi rose, his face contorted, knuckles cracking. With a hand he upended the table, sending it crashing to the floor, crushing the dishes, burying the pendant, creating a straight path to Zainab.

"Come Namdi! You have killed your LovePeddler. You have killed your unborn child. The best things come in threes."

Each step he took was heavy, slow and deliberate. She matched them with light footfalls, feathers on a flat plane. There was no fear in her eyes as she watched him become more beast than man while the distance closed.

"It's not like the cancer would have allowed her live long enough to give birth. You did her a favor."

An inhuman roar tore through his throat, teeth biting down, his lip caught in its path, blood splashing, the pain bringing some clarity to his rabid mind.

"I wonder what the LovePeddler would have named it. If it's a girl would be best to skip all pretense and give the name that we all know it will grow up to be."

They had both covered half the distance, to their right, the threatening drop hanging at head level.

"I could have lived with the knowledge of my mother being right about my father, about him having a love child, even with you having an affair."

In his eyes Zainab could see her death but she did not cringe, only closing her lashed lids and waiting for his hands to fatally wrap around her once more.

"What I couldn't bear was her giving you what I could not."

His hands gripped her, but her neck remained bare. Namdi pulled her into his embrace. Eyes opening she couldn't hide the confusion as she stared at the closed door to the dining room. Namdi could only look at what hung on the white wall as he held Zainab. A fountain of blood splashed against the painting, adding to the bitter red, filling the air around them with a spicy scent. The ground rushed to him as he fell, receiving him with its unyielding nature.

"Namdi!"

Filled with complicated emotions she could not hold back, Zainab bound to his side, lifting his head onto her lap, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What's happening?"

In Namdi's eyes was a far away look coupled with memories of Bisi. A racking cough brought up a mouthful of blood and spicy wine. All her talk about choosing 'us' now took a whole new meaning, her words that didn't make sense became clear. Actions as simple as an unconscious hand to the flat of her stomach. How he could have been so blind he would never get a chance to know. He struggled to turn to face the woman whose thighs his head lay.

"She couldn't bear to live any longer knowing the baby would die within her."

"What does that have to do with you Namdi!"

"A bottle of wine and a single cup..."

Each word a struggle, delivered with spasms racking his body.

"I'm sorry Zainab, if I had been decisive, strong willed, we wouldn't be..."

"Hush Namdi, you can apologize later let me go call..."

"No! Stay. Please. Whatever she put in the wine... There won't be enough time..."

Hey eyes misted but no tears fell, her features stricken with shock as she held him; stroking his limp curly hair. Namdi laughed, the sound weak, a motion causing more blood to flow in reverse.

"Our... fates... fates... truly... are...are... are... written..."

Another mouthful came up, splattering the walls as much as her. She did not reach to wipe it away, her dress showing no change in shade even as it absorbed the vital liquid.

"Namdi, please, please don't go"

Outside, the storm ceased to hear her whisper, a calm returning to the beaten land still blanketed with darkness. Above a sea of stars his mother beckoned, the sound of a doorbell unimportant to his closing eyes; his last view of the world a grief stricken Zainab.

THE END

twitter - @just2days

email - just2day@yahoo.com

TANGENT - Well we made it (Except for Namdi anyway. Too soon? Lol), who would have thought. Is 50 chapters short or long? Lol. Though rushed towards the later chapters, I hope it pulled together a little and the bow I tied didn't have too many loose ends. I'm sad and a little glad it's done. Wonderful feeling to finish but I will miss these 3. Zainab, Bisi, Namdi and I would like to take the time to thank the commenters in order of appearance so my favorites remain a mystery

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I pray I forgot no one. To the liker as well as those who lurk in the shadows and enjoy anonymity I thank you. I am for the most part the same, i'll assume from the views you appreciate the work. Promised myself to keep going if I could get just one person to keep reading; guess that worked out.

I'd also like to thank those who worked behind the scenes on this journey, they'll remain nameless for now. And now to make what is already long even longer, and for those who scrolled/read this far, here is what I'm toying with to work on next, haven't decided. will probably puzzle those who use the 'go down' button.

TO LOVE A MAMI WATER (WORKING TITLE AND DRAFT)

The bridge from the natural to the supernatural is held by imagination

Formless, drifting from a realm of its own, the wind came down from the night sky to play along the divide between land and sea. As it sped past it witnessed the revelry of people as they drank and danced. Flipping skirts and upending umbrellas, it made its presence felt, enjoying the shrieks and shouts that rose over the music. Onward it raced, ripping off a sign board with 'Elegushi' written on it, searching for more to quench its thirst with wonder. On its path, a large rock rising high above the sea came into view. A rock held no interest to it but above was a woman in white steadily making her way to the edge.

Hair, black, long, silky and not her own covered much of her face. On her body a bleached dress clung to her supple form, ripped, stained. Behind, a pair of slippers marked her trodden path. Beneath her bare feet, jagged rocks tore at her soft soles, bruising, unhindered in their attempt to break delicate skin. Forward she walked, each step accompanied by pain, the edge getting ever closer. Above, where the gods ruled, clouds denied the full moon its time on earth.

A sudden gust hit her, hair whipping in the formless wind revealing the features that had been hidden. Almond eyes struggled to remain open in the gale, pearly white teeth set in determination. A ringless hand reached up to block, rising just above her duchess nose. In the cloudy night her smooth ebony skin blended deeply. Each step became as heavy as a mountain to her light 5 ft 7 frame, but still she persisted, fighting the wind  till she made it to the brink.

Reaching the peak she braced herself against the wind that struggled to deny her wish. In the distance the bright lights of the clubs and bars lining the beach shone brightly, the music faint. Turning from the sight she looked down at what awaited her. The sea dashed against the large rock, wave upon wave crashing and receding, revealing sharp unforgiving rocks. For a moment the clouds parted, a moonbeam breaking through illuminating her. She glowed, a beacon in the darkness. No tears shone brightly nor crawled down her dimpled cheek. No words were spoken as she took that final step into the night sky, gravity embracing her like a mother would a lost child.

With a splash her body struck the water, the sound drowned out by the chaotic sea. In a feat defying the gods, no rock found her descent. It would not matter for the cold of the sea would finish what they did not. The impact from such a height knocked the breath out of her, an inability to swim leading her farther and farther into the depths. In the frigid waters her dress fanned out, giving her wings of white. Her lids grew heavy, oxygen deprived mind shutting down, the surface getting farther and farther away, beyond where any human could swim to. Before they completely shut she thought she saw a man.

He held her waist, stopping her descent. Firm to the touch, the hand brought her to him. She could only use one word to describe him, 'exquisite'.

"Ominrin."

Her oxygen deprived mind thought she heard him say her name. An impossibility that did not matter as her eyes began to close for the last time. Lips pressed against hers, gently, firmly, sealing, breathing life back into her. Ominrin's starving lungs drank deeply, the kiss intensifying beneath the salty depths. Still it could not fight the cold, her mind succumbing, the world fading to black.

With a groan Ominrin's eyes opened, her bruised bare feet tickled by the tide. Sand peppered her exposed skin. A finger touched her lips, a faint sensation still present. She gazed out to the sea, wet to the bone, wondering if it was a dream.

Pinkberry5:
WOW! This was a great read. Thank you, just2daay.

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I joined the party when it didn't matter. But, still, this is a masterpiece. And I love better and worse tragedies. Wow!

just2day:
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge hammering in my head - Titus Andronicus

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 50

From behind the painting Zainab pulled out another folder, black in color, throwing it to Namdi before making her way back to her seat far from him. 

"Why don't you open the folder. You want to know who she was right. I'm sure you have your guesses."

The curly hair along Namdi's arms stood on end, her words sending an uncomfortable sensation up his spine. The folder remained closed.

"So how did you kill her Namdi?"

"..."

"Did you seduce her first so she let down her guard? Did she beg for her life? Tell me the details Namdi. What expression did she have as her life ebbed away?"

"It's enough Zainab."

His mind began to clear, mouth turning down, countenance darkening.

"But is it? Open the folder Namdi, learn who the bitch is. Learn the truth of who you can't forget even in death."

"And whose truth is that?"

Zainab didn't answer her gaze falling on the pendant in front of her, parts of the silver chain colored red. Zainab made no move towards the pendant, her gaze filling with disgust.

"She is your sister isn't she. A Shagari..."

"That thing is no sister of mine."

A vein bulged on his temple, indents appearing where he held the folder.

"Was this even about the affair? I loved you Zainab. Killed for you. For a lie?"

"Loved? Loved? Past tense Namdi? The bastard managed to steal your heart from me even in death. If i'm to suffer this pain I will not do it alone."

"Don't call her that Zainab."

"I shouldn't call her what? Bastard? Maybe LovePeddler is more appropriate? But is she not a bastard? Isn't her mother not a LovePeddler who seduced my father to give birth to a LovePeddler who... who... who..."

A sound escaped her lips, half laugh half shriek, head tilting to the rafters above.

"Tell me the truth Zainab, was it because of the affair or that the father you trusted so much had a love child?"

"Does it matter Namdi? Can it not be both? But there is more Namdi. Open the folder."

"I need to know why you... Every time I look at my hand all I see is red."

"She haunts you. Is she alone?"

"Tell me! I have to know. No, I need to know. When did you want her dead? Why?"

Silence was her answer to his outburst, face hidden from view by soft hands, hair spilling over her face. Namdi's hand tensed to reach out in comfort, a reflex he suppressed, instead sweeping the dishes to the floor, their contents splashing on the white wall to his left.

"Tell me Zainab! Was it when you found out about the affair... or was it a sin even more unforgivable."

"More unforgivable? Namdi, my father betrayed my mother. You betrayed me. Both of you swept up by two generations."

"What more can you do to me Zainab, you've already drawn more than a pound of flesh, painted my hands red."

"We'll see. Open the folder Namdi. Leaving it closed will not change what has already been written."

"Zainab there is nothing in this world that can cause me any more sorrow, any more heartbreak than what I have..."

His words petered out, shivers running through his body. In his hands an open folder, the contents laid bare and digested by a Namdi whose eyes were misting red the more he read. Every rational part of his mind shut down one after the other till all one could find was a single thought and emotion. It pumped through every vessel, filled every fiber of his being, taking life, granting him with a strength he should not possess. It rendered in him a transformation from man. Reading turned his world upside down for he had ended the life of not one but two souls.

Her laughter rose as she saw the madness mixed with pain blossom in him, behind her the storm raged on. Namdi rose, his face contorted, knuckles cracking. With a hand he upended the table, sending it crashing to the floor, crushing the dishes, burying the pendant, creating a straight path to Zainab.

"Come Namdi! You have killed your LovePeddler. You have killed your unborn child. The best things come in threes."

Each step he took was heavy, slow and deliberate. She matched them with light footfalls, feathers on a flat plane. There was no fear in her eyes as she watched him become more beast than man while the distance closed.

"It's not like the cancer would have allowed her live long enough to give birth. You did her a favor."

An inhuman roar tore through his throat, teeth biting down, his lip caught in its path, blood splashing, the pain bringing some clarity to his rabid mind.

"I wonder what the LovePeddler would have named it. If it's a girl would be best to skip all pretense and give the name that we all know it will grow up to be."

They had both covered half the distance, to their right, the threatening drop hanging at head level.

"I could have lived with the knowledge of my mother being right about my father, about him having a love child, even with you having an affair."

In his eyes Zainab could see her death but she did not cringe, only closing her lashed lids and waiting for his hands to fatally wrap around her once more.

"What I couldn't bear was her giving you what I could not."

His hands gripped her, but her neck remained bare. Namdi pulled her into his embrace. Eyes opening she couldn't hide the confusion as she stared at the closed door to the dining room. Namdi could only look at what hung on the white wall as he held Zainab. A fountain of blood splashed against the painting, adding to the bitter red, filling the air around them with a spicy scent. The ground rushed to him as he fell, receiving him with its unyielding nature.

"Namdi!"

Filled with complicated emotions she could not hold back, Zainab bound to his side, lifting his head onto her lap, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What's happening?"

In Namdi's eyes was a far away look coupled with memories of Bisi. A racking cough brought up a mouthful of blood and spicy wine. All her talk about choosing 'us' now took a whole new meaning, her words that didn't make sense became clear. Actions as simple as an unconscious hand to the flat of her stomach. How he could have been so blind he would never get a chance to know. He struggled to turn to face the woman whose thighs his head lay.

"She couldn't bear to live any longer knowing the baby would die within her."

"What does that have to do with you Namdi!"

"A bottle of wine and a single cup..."

Each word a struggle, delivered with spasms racking his body.

"I'm sorry Zainab, if I had been decisive, strong willed, we wouldn't be..."

"Hush Namdi, you can apologize later let me go call..."

"No! Stay. Please. Whatever she put in the wine... There won't be enough time..."

Hey eyes misted but no tears fell, her features stricken with shock as she held him; stroking his limp curly hair. Namdi laughed, the sound weak, a motion causing more blood to flow in reverse.

"Our... fates... fates... truly... are...are... are... written..."

Another mouthful came up, splattering the walls as much as her. She did not reach to wipe it away, her dress showing no change in shade even as it absorbed the vital liquid.

"Namdi, please, please don't go"

Outside, the storm ceased to hear her whisper, a calm returning to the beaten land still blanketed with darkness. Above a sea of stars his mother beckoned, the sound of a doorbell unimportant to his closing eyes; his last view of the world a grief stricken Zainab.

THE END

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TANGENT - Well we made it (Except for Namdi anyway. Too soon? Lol), who would have thought. Is 50 chapters short or long? Lol. Though rushed towards the later chapters, I hope it pulled together a little and the bow I tied didn't have too many loose ends. I'm sad and a little glad it's done. Wonderful feeling to finish but I will miss these 3. Zainab, Bisi, Namdi and I would like to take the time to thank the commenters in order of appearance so my favorites remain a mystery

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I pray I forgot no one. To the liker as well as those who lurk in the shadows and enjoy anonymity I thank you. I am for the most part the same, i'll assume from the views you appreciate the work. Promised myself to keep going if I could get just one person to keep reading; guess that worked out.

I'd also like to thank those who worked behind the scenes on this journey, they'll remain nameless for now. And now to make what is already long even longer, and for those who scrolled/read this far, here is what I'm toying with to work on next, haven't decided. will probably puzzle those who use the 'go down' button.

TO LOVE A MAMI WATER (WORKING TITLE AND DRAFT)

The bridge from the natural to the supernatural is held by imagination

Formless, drifting from a realm of its own, the wind came down from the night sky to play along the divide between land and sea. As it sped past it witnessed the revelry of people as they drank and danced. Flipping skirts and upending umbrellas, it made its presence felt, enjoying the shrieks and shouts that rose over the music. Onward it raced, ripping off a sign board with 'Elegushi' written on it, searching for more to quench its thirst with wonder. On its path, a large rock rising high above the sea came into view. A rock held no interest to it but above was a woman in white steadily making her way to the edge.

Hair, black, long, silky and not her own covered much of her face. On her body a bleached dress clung to her supple form, ripped, stained. Behind, a pair of slippers marked her trodden path. Beneath her bare feet, jagged rocks tore at her soft soles, bruising, unhindered in their attempt to break delicate skin. Forward she walked, each step accompanied by pain, the edge getting ever closer. Above, where the gods ruled, clouds denied the full moon its time on earth.

A sudden gust hit her, hair whipping in the formless wind revealing the features that had been hidden. Almond eyes struggled to remain open in the gale, pearly white teeth set in determination. A ringless hand reached up to block, rising just above her duchess nose. In the cloudy night her smooth ebony skin blended deeply. Each step became as heavy as a mountain to her light 5 ft 7 frame, but still she persisted, fighting the wind  till she made it to the brink.

Reaching the peak she braced herself against the wind that struggled to deny her wish. In the distance the bright lights of the clubs and bars lining the beach shone brightly, the music faint. Turning from the sight she looked down at what awaited her. The sea dashed against the large rock, wave upon wave crashing and receding, revealing sharp unforgiving rocks. For a moment the clouds parted, a moonbeam breaking through illuminating her. She glowed, a beacon in the darkness. No tears shone brightly nor crawled down her dimpled cheek. No words were spoken as she took that final step into the night sky, gravity embracing her like a mother would a lost child.

With a splash her body struck the water, the sound drowned out by the chaotic sea. In a feat defying the gods, no rock found her descent. It would not matter for the cold of the sea would finish what they did not. The impact from such a height knocked the breath out of her, an inability to swim leading her farther and farther into the depths. In the frigid waters her dress fanned out, giving her wings of white. Her lids grew heavy, oxygen deprived mind shutting down, the surface getting farther and farther away, beyond where any human could swim to. Before they completely shut she thought she saw a man.

He held her waist, stopping her descent. Firm to the touch, the hand brought her to him. She could only use one word to describe him, 'exquisite'.

"Ominrin."

Her oxygen deprived mind thought she heard him say her name. An impossibility that did not matter as her eyes began to close for the last time. Lips pressed against hers, gently, firmly, sealing, breathing life back into her. Ominrin's starving lungs drank deeply, the kiss intensifying beneath the salty depths. Still it could not fight the cold, her mind succumbing, the world fading to black.

With a groan Ominrin's eyes opened, her bruised bare feet tickled by the tide. Sand peppered her exposed skin. A finger touched her lips, a faint sensation still present. She gazed out to the sea, wet to the bone, wondering if it was a dream.