As the funeral service began, Sarah wept. If only
Tamuno could wake up and forgive her. If only she
could tell him she did everything because of her love
for him. “Dust unto dust, ashes to ashes,” the priest said
performing the rites. Funeral over, she entered the car
with her children and recalled what led to her
husband’s death.
Tamuno and Sarah had been married for six years
without children. Though Tamuno was not bothered,
Sarah was. An astute banker, he loved his wife and
believed that the absence of children should not mar
the joy of their marriage. But his wife did not think so.
She went from one doctor to the other, ran various
tests and was confirmed fertile. The same was said of
her husband and they were advised to be hopeful.
But the advent of Beck, Tamuno’s brother, changed the
story of the family. Beck was a young man, who came to
live with them after his national youth service. He was
very hard working and despite his academic
qualification, he opted to help Sarah with house chores
including cooking. To Sarah, Beck’s stay was a welcome
relief because she had been on a search for a maid.
“Aunty, you need not trouble yourself, I am ready to
help with whatever chores there are in this house,” he
said to Sarah.
Was she glad? Before they both knew what was
happening, they became an item and went everywhere
together. Tamuno was happy because his brother kept
the company of his wife and she was no longer lonely
or depressed. Initially, Tamuno wanted his brother to
work in a bank but after four months of the young
man’s stay in his house, he changed his mind and
helped him secure a job in the state’s civil service. That
gave Beck ample time to close early from work and
return home to be with Sarah, who was six weeks
pregnant.
Tamuno’s joy knew no bounds when Sarah got
pregnant. At last, he was going to be a father. After the
third trimester, Sarah gave birth to a baby boy, who
bore a striking resemblance to her husband. He did not
spare any expense during the christening and it was a
party much talked about. He named his baby, David,
after his grandfather.
After eight months, Sarah was pregnant again. They
were happy and this time, he requested that his mother
should relocate to their Lagos home in order to help his
wife since a maid had not been found yet. Mama
accepted and came to Lagos with a 12-year-old girl
called Grace, who was one of her granddaughters.
Sarah was happy to see everyone doting on her. She
liked Grace and did everything to make her
comfortable.
By the time Sarah had the second baby, a boy; Beck
asked that he moved out of the home to an apartment
of his own. His brother obliged since their mother and
Grace were around to help. Three months after Beck
left, an incidence occurred. That day, Mama had bathed
the baby, taken her meal and went to sleep when Grace
rushed in to wake her up.
“Mama, I saw Aunty and brother Beck in the bedroom,”
Grace whispered. “Stop saying such things,” Mama said
angrily. How on earth could Beck be in the same
bedroom with Sarah? Beck had not even shown up in
the house since he packed out. Though Mama went
back to sleep, what Grace told her kept ringing in her
mind.
A month after, the little girl came to say the same thing
but this time, “they are quarrelling and I saw brother
Beck trying to take baby from aunty,” Grace whispered.
Mama was angry and decided to go to Sarah’s bedroom
but there was no Beck there.
The car from the cemetery halted in front of their
house and Sarah was jolted out of her thoughts. They
all alighted and saw some policemen waiting for Sarah.
“Are you Mrs. Tamuno? You are under arrest,” said a
policeman to her as she made to enter the house. Some
of the mourners who came from the cemetery with her
protested but Sarah was whisked away in a police van.
At the police station, she understood that the autopsy
carried out on Tamuno indicated that he was poisoned
and she was a suspect. Grace had told Mama that she
saw her pouring ‘something’ in one of the drinks in the
kitchen. With all fingers pointing in her direction, Sarah
confessed:
“I lied to Mama that Beck was not in the room because
he hid in the bathroom. That day, Beck had come to ask
for N20million from me or I hand over my children to
him since he was their father. I had begged him to keep
our secret but he kept asking for money because he
was travelling to the United States of America for a
post-graduate programme. Where on earth would I get
N20million? Beck knew this but wanted to punish me.
He threatened telling Tamuno and Mama. I knew I had
to eliminate Beck before everyone knew the babies were
his.
“On Valentine’s Day, I invited him over to a dinner in
our home and poisoned his drink. I was in the kitchen
and told Grace to take the first cup to brother Beck but
foolish girl! She said it was their tradition for the eldest
to be served first and she gave the drink to Tamuno! I
almost passed out when I entered the dining-room and
saw the glass meant for Beck in Tamuno’s hand and
vice versa! I did it to save my husband, I didn’t know it
would turn out this way.”

source: http://www.punchng.com/spice/love-series/my-husband-died-on-valentines-day/

Hmmmmmm, This life Is beautiful, but everything seems to be, falling apart...the more you get, the more you feel sad....why of all Valentine day! Lovers day for that matter, ... may his gentle soul rest in perfect peace!!

This would be a good script for nollywood

Hmmmn..so touchin