By Akintayo Akinjide
I climbed down the Black Maria and
wished I had controlled my anger that
evening. At least if I had, I won’t be
ending my life in prison for my inability
to control it.
Men had called me beautiful. Many had
told me I looked like an angel, that my
presence in their life would help them get
to a higher ground. But I refused. Not that
I was proud. It wasn’t also because I was
rich. Yes, I was rich, very wealthy. Both of
my rich parents were dead and that
automatically placed me in wealth I never
worked for. More so, I was hardworking.
It wasn’t also because I hadn’t seen the
man of my dream. In fact, about three
men had made my long list. But I couldn’t
double date. Rather, I couldn’t double
love. I was in love with Jensimi. He was
dangerously handsome. His height was
just that of my dream man.
And so on the day my problem occurred, I
was daydreaming about him, expecting
him. He wasn’t rich. But I have covered
that vacuum. Î gave him a car, a house,
everything. He was the exact person I
wanted as the father of my children.
And that was our sixth year of being
friends. I met him on my 28th birthday
after one of my friends introduced him as
her cousin.
Today, he came in, looking elegant. I was
short of breath as he approached the
table.
Everything in me had waited for this day.
Everything pointed to the fact that he
loved me. So, why the delay?
After we’ve exchanged pleasantries,
talked generally, and eaten, I decided to
voice out.
I’d ordered one of our favourite wines.
We would use it to celebrate the great
reply.
‘Jen-?’
‘Do you-‘
I swallowed hard. Maybe he was going to
say it.
‘You go first’, he said.
‘No you…’
‘I just wanted to know if you are enjoying
the meal’.
I knew it. He was shy.
‘Ok…Jen, what’s happening between us?’
He looked up, his fork hanging from his
mouth. I looked at his hand. He was a fast
learner. I have never seen such a man
who was humble, who could stoop so low
to learn from a lady, from me. If joy were
bulb, it would have lightened my face.
‘What? I see you as a younger sister.
Nothing else’.
My heart felt like falling out through my
mouth. I needed something to hold as I
blinked severally and my mouth opened
like the opening of the caves, which had
no hope of ever closing. I held the wine
bottle, to strengthen myself through his
confessions that hit me like arrows.
‘Yes. You’re just a younger sister’.
‘You are mad’ I shouted and smashed his
head with the wine bottle. He fell. I
smashed again. And again. Until I
controlled my anger. By the time I
stopped, his skull was soft and cracked.
I had lost it and had to face the music…

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kingphilip:
The consequences of acting before thinking is too disastrous that it can lead to loss of life and properties.. If only she had taken a little time to think she wouldn't have ended up like this.. She just have to face the music since anger I don't think is ever an excuse

Divepen1 I don't think this is the write section to place this but who I'm I to challenge..

Nice piece boss and thanks for sharing I really appreciate

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