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|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 11:47am On Mar 19|
|Re: Set Apart by Itunuoluwaaa: 12:25pm On Mar 19|
Thanks for the update ma'am. To me though, chukwuemeka is still alive. Fingers crossed
|Re: Set Apart by Kaycee9242(m): 5:01pm On Mar 19|
This is why its very necessary to ask questions about family u are getting married to. Some have seasonal madness dt u can't detect in a short while of knowing them
Shewrite u are doing great
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 12:08pm On Mar 22|
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 12:24pm On Mar 25|
Rukewve pressed her elbow against the doorknob and used her shoulder to push the door. The spoon and fork on the tray she was carrying clashed against the mug of creamy chocolate tea, but the hot liquid didn’t spill into the bowl of food. She went into the room with a smile on her face.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” she sauntered towards the bed, her eye on the body coiled into a ball right in the middle of the big mattress.
Ejiro stretched her hands and legs and let out a loud yawn. Then she turned on her side and looked up at her younger sister. It felt so good to be back in her father’s house after spending several weeks at the hospital. She didn’t regret the fact that her late husband’s people came to collect the bride price before he died in the plane crash. Even if they hadn’t, no amount of apologies or manipulation was going to make her return to her matrimonial home.
Immediately after Chukwuemeka’s burial, an event she didn’t attend, her brothers helped her to move her things from the flat, before the Obis locked up the place. Instinctively, she also cleaned out the money in the joint account she had with her deceased husband with the help of the bank manager, while his people took over his landed properties, vehicles and whatever he had acquired while he was on earth, but she cared less.
Her siblings, specifically Eru and Ochuko, wanted her to fight the Obis for some of the properties, but she declined. She didn’t want their kind of trouble. She was glad that at least, she escaped their madness with her life intact. She had no energy for a part two of what she faced in Chukwuemeka’s home.
“What time is it?” her voice sounded hoarse.
Rukewve placed the tray on the bedside cabinet. “A little after seven.”
She yawned again. “Okay,” her eyes fell on the bowl of steaming spaghetti and chicken stew. Her mouth watered at the size of the fried chicken and the salad dressing around it.
“Bon Appetit,” Rukewve headed for the door.
Ejiro pulled herself up to a sitting position and dug into the meal. “Off to where?” she asked between mouthfuls.
She halted at the door and glanced back at her sister. “Morning lectures.”
Ejiro raised an eyebrow. “Have you guys resumed?”
Rukewve nodded her head. “Yes.”
“So…” she sipped from the beverage, “You are now in year two.”
“Nice,” she bit into the chicken.
“Thanks. See you later.”
Ejiro waved at her and continued eating. She used her free hand to reach for her smartphone. She opened some of her inbox messages on Facebook and saw a chat from Gbemisola. She replied her quickly, congratulating her and apologizing for being absent on her wedding day. Her lips spread in a smile when she saw a message from Senami, who was now living with her uncle abroad. The girl was also running a Masters’ degree program.
This was something she hoped to accomplish in the near future. She had two schools on her mind, Unilag and OAU. It would be nice and adventurous to study outside Lagos for a change. She turned her head and sucked the oily and spicy juice from the chicken bone, when her mother walked into the room.
“Ochuko and Eru called your father this morning,” the excitement on her face aligned with her body movements.
Ejiro dropped the phone on the bed and started to lick her stew-stained fingers.
“They have both bought their cars! Brand new cars for that matter!” Itoro swirled like she was performing for an audience.
Her dark eyes grew large in surprise. “Hey! That’s good news!”
“Yes, it is. They said they will drive by this evening,” Itoro continued to dance.
Ejiro laughed at her mother’s behaviour. She could imagine how she felt. She was happy that her brothers had their own vehicles. They both deserved it. Coupled with the fact that their wives were both pregnant, it would make things less stressful.
“God we are grateful o!” Itoro lifted her head and gazed at the ceiling. She was beyond happy. Most especially because things were rotating back to norm in the family. She believed that better days were around the corner.
The incessant scream made Ejiro to snap into wakefulness. She sat up and looked around the semi-dark room, squinting her sleepy eyes, until she realized that she was back in her father’s home. Even after three months plus, she was still getting used to the fact that she was no longer in her matrimonial home. There were times when she missed being married, but those thoughts were erased the instant she remembered how her late husband beat her into a pulp and smashed her head with a pestle, leaving her battling for her life.
The noise filtered into her eardrums again, clearing her reverie. Where was it coming from? Her heart jumped when Rukewve’s face flashed through her mind’s eye. Was the girl having a nightmare? What if she had another vision? The thought that something bad was going to happen made her get out of bed and run out of the room.
“Wake up! Wake up! Please wake up! Can you hear me?!”
She froze when she recognized her mother’s voice. She realized that the noise wasn’t coming from Rukewve’s room. What was going on in the masters’ bedroom?
“This is no longer funny. Oghenekaro wake up!”
Rukewve staggered out of her room. She stretched out her hands and stifled a yawn. “What’s all the commotion about?” she came to stand beside her sister.
“We are about to find out,” Ejiro marched towards her parents’ room.
Her sister let out a yawn and followed behind her.
They opened the door and peeped into the room. They saw their mother sitting on the bed, shaking their father’s arm and crying.
“Mummy what is it?”
Itoro turned her head. She saw her daughters standing by the door, watching her with confusion in their eyes. “He is not moving, he is not talking, he is not waking up…” she pointed at her husband.
The girls scurried into the room and joined her on the bed.
“Daddy, daddy!” Ejiro tapped her father on the knee.
“His body is cold,” Rukewve’s brows came together in a frown. “Mummy your husband is very, very cold,” she got down from the bed.
Itoro’s heart skipped. “Ehn… so what? Maybe it is the fan. We left it on all night.”
The girl began to shake her head. “This is not the fan. His body has frozen.”
She met her younger daughter’s stare and something that she had thought about since she woke up that morning gripped her like a clutch. “It doesn’t mean anything,” she fought the consuming thoughts on her mind.
“This is not normal. Mummy…” Rukewve backed away from the bed.
“No…” came the frightful whisper. She eyed the girl and looked down at her husband. “He will wake up. We just need to get him to the hospital.”
Ejiro looked from her mother to her sister. The tension in the air wrapped its wings around her. “Is he…?”
“No!” Itoro screamed at her.
Her older daughter jumped down from the bed. Goose bumps spread all over her body as her heart hammered erratically against her chest.
“He is just sixty-six years old. He is not going anywhere yet. Help me to carry him.”
The girls remained motionless. The thought that their father might have left the world they know paralyzed them.
“Stupid girls! Help me to carry my husband!” her angry eyes bore into their scared ones.
Ejiro and Rukewve shared a worried stare.
“Are you still standing there?!” she felt like throwing things at them.
The girls got on the large bed. Slowly, they pulled a part of his body each and dragged the heavy man off the bed. By the time they got to the front door, they were breathing as if they ran a marathon.
“Rukewve get a cab!”
She nodded and ran towards the gate.
“Ejiro call your brothers. Tell them to meet us at the hospital.”
“Yes, ma,” she ran back to her room to look for her phone.
Itoro sat at the entrance of the house, beside her husband’s very cold body. She remembered waking up at dawn. She went to the toilet to relieve herself and by the time she returned, she noticed that her husband didn’t change his sleeping posture. She assumed that he was tired, but she suspected that something was off.
She decided to wake him up and ask if he was coming down with a fever or something. But, he just lay there like a statue, unmoving! The thought that he had passed on crossed her mind, but she pushed the evil thought away. The man wasn’t sick. He was fine when they both slept the other night. How many people die in their sleep? Ten in fifty or maybe more or less? She wasn’t sure of the statistic, either way, she didn’t want to think about it.
“Oghenekaro…” she shook her husband again. “Please wake up…” large tear drops slipped down her dark round face.
“Eru and Ochuko said they will meet us at the hospital,” Ejiro joined her mother by the doorway.
“Okay…” she sounded spent, devoid of will.
Rukewve dashed back into the compound with the cab driver. The man was short, but well built. “Mummy, let’s go…”
“I will lift him by the shoulders, you two can carry his legs,” the driver instructed them.
Rukewve and her siblings sat around their mother in the sitting room. There were a lot of people in the house. Their neighbours, people from their father’s family and emissaries from their mother’s family. The Pastor of the church their parents attended was also around. He came along with his wife and some members of the church.
It’s being three days since their father passed away and the apartment had turned into a mourning center. People from far and wide visited two-four-seven to give their condolence.
“We have made arrangements concerning the burial, the church will take care of the purchase of the coffin and the music,” Pastor John directed his gaze at Itoro. The woman’s eyes were bloodshot and he doubted if she heard a word he had spoken.
“Thank you, Pastor,” Eru responded. He began to subtract the things the clergyman was taking care of from the list he had been given by his father’s family.
His hazel eyes shifted to the first child of the woman. “We will also take care of the canopies, chairs and tables needed for the wake-keep and the actual burial ceremony.”
“Thank you, Pastor,” Ochuko had a ghost like smile on his face, but it disappeared immediately. The thought that if more people like the Pastor, decided to take care of some things, they wouldn’t need to spend a chunk of money for their father’s burial. This made him very happy.
“Please hold this ma,” the Pastor got up and squeezed an envelope in Itoro’s hand.
Rukewve and Ejiro stared at the brown envelope. It looked fat.
“We will come by later in the evening,” Pastor Mrs. Sara addressed the absent-minded woman. “I dropped some coolers of cooked food in the kitchen. Please force her to eat,” she glanced at the girls.
“Okay ma, thank you ma,” the girls said in unison.
The Pastor and his wife took their leave, but the church members remained.
“When was the last time she ate?” Eru asked them.
Ejiro scratched a spot on her elbow. “Last night, I think.”
“She barely ate that food last night. I tried to make her drink pap this morning, but she took a few spoons and stopped eating,” Rukewve supplied.
Ochuko hissed. He could tell that his mother was going to start losing weight pretty soon.
“Both of you should try and make her eat, please,” Eru sounded worn-out.
The girls shared a knowing glance. They understood that trying to force or cajole their mother to eat was like compelling a horse to drink from a pond. The effort was always futile.
“Oghenekaro…” Her voice made the room to go quiet.
Everyone stopped talking. Their expectant stares were locked on her sad face. No one had heard her say a word for close to two days.
“Please wake up, my husband wake up,” she stared at nothing in particular.
The people in the sitting room began to murmur amongst themselves.
“Where is he?” Itoro got up abruptly. “Where is my husband?” her eyes darted left, right and around the room.
Rukewve got up slowly. She had a feeling that the woman she called mother might take to her heels.
“Oghenekaro! Where are you?!”
Eru felt embarrassed by his mother’s display of grief-laced-madness. “Mumsie, come and sit down,” he reached out for her hand.
“Oghenekaro!” Itoro lurched her weight towards the opened doorway.
Rukewve grabbed her by the waist, in time, before she fled! “Help me to hold her!” she yelled at her siblings.
“Oghenekaro!” she tried to pull away from her daughter’s grip, but her other children held her and dragged her into the master bedroom.
“Na wa o!” one of the neighbours said.
“Dis woman don kolo finish,” another added.
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|Re: Set Apart by Liposure: 1:01pm On Mar 25|
Just like that. Death is wicked. Keep it up shewrites
|Re: Set Apart by aprilwise(m): 1:19pm On Mar 25|
Hope the death of their father won’t set the family apart?
|Re: Set Apart by Kaycee9242(m): 2:08pm On Mar 25|
Why is dis family facing all these tragedy. Nice update op
|Re: Set Apart by BelovedSaint: 3:18pm On Mar 25|
Read this poetry write up that open my eyes and sharpen my understanding and thank me later.
Please, don't forget to like and comment.
|Re: Set Apart by Ann2012(f): 5:08pm On Mar 25|
Thanks for the update
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 7:55pm On Mar 25|
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 7:57pm On Mar 25|
That's life... sometimes it is as if some people are just 'marked' for disaster...
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 7:57pm On Mar 25|
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 7:58pm On Mar 25|
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 7:58pm On Mar 25|
|Re: Set Apart by Missmossy(f): 8:28pm On Mar 25|
Chai such a sad update
|Re: Set Apart by genius43(m): 9:21am On Mar 26|
Finally, up to speed.
Nice story as usual OP
|Re: Set Apart by PrudySara(f): 11:18am On Mar 26|
This is sad!
Thanks for the update!
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 10:31am On Mar 29|
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 10:31am On Mar 29|
|Re: Set Apart by gstelly: 11:39am On Mar 29|
SheWrites:ha ma, no weekend update
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 1:27am On Apr 01|
Plans truncated by Nepa...
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 4:21pm On Apr 01|
Happy Easter Everyone **hugs&kisses**
“That is your last corn,” Ejiro eyed her younger sister.
Rukewve looked in her direction. “How come? I have eaten only three, you and mum have taken five each.”
“Ehn-hen… we are your elders.”
She made a long hiss. “Elders my foot. Why don’t you call yourself my ancestors?”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night. The rest of the corn in the bowl is mine,” Ejiro bit into the corn in her hand.
“When chickens start to fly, right?”
Itoro chuckled and remained mum. She picked another corn from the almost empty bowl and took two pieces of coconut slices.
Her daughters glared at her.
“Keep talking,” she looked from one to the other. “I will keep eating.”
Ejiro dived for the bowl, the same moment her sister reached out for it. They both got a corn each. But the third was taken by their mother.
“That’s not fair,” Rukewve eyed her mum and returned to her seat.
Itoro continued to smile and eat.
“The next time I cook corn, I will just take out mine first,” the pained girl stared at the two small corns in her hand.
Ejiro met her mother’s stare. They giggled and ended up laughing out loud.
Rukewve made a long hiss. “Enjoy yourselves. I will soon leave this house for you people.”
“Leave kwa, to where?” Ejiro slapped her on the shoulder.
“Leave me jor,” she moved to the end of the seat.
“Talking about leaving, come Tuesday, I will be combing those companies on the island, armed with my credentials. Someone is bound to hire me.”
Rukewve and Itoro glanced at her.
“I am twenty-five already, time wait for no man. Many of my course mates are already driving their second cars. Can you imagine?”
“Don’t worry, your turn will come,” Itoro patted her on the shoulder.
The doorbell started to ring. Rukewve got up and sauntered to the front door. She turned the key and pulled the door.
“Happy Good Friday!” Tega and Ese chorused.
“Happy Easter,” Rukewve was surprised to see her brothers’ wives. She stepped back into the house so they could come in.
“Hey, see my beautiful daughters,” Itoro dropped the corn she was eating back into the bowl.
“Happy Easter ma,” the girls came to knee beside her.
“No, no, please get up and sit down. Please don’t stress my grandchildren,” Itoro made them to sit beside her.
Ejiro stared at her two pregnant sisters-in-law and turned away. They made her remember the pregnancy she lost as a result of her late ex-husband’s brutality.
“Happy Easter. How are my sons?”
“They are fine, ma,” they said in unison.
Itoro turned to her youngest child. “Please get them something chilled to drink first, then make poundo yam for them. You can serve it with the melon soup I made last night.”
Rukewve shut the door behind her and hurried to the kitchen.
Ejiro picked up the bowl and started to eat the corn and coconut slices her mother abandoned.
“Ejiro baby, how now?” Tega looked in her direction.
“I am good, jare,” she replied between mouthful.
“When was the last time you came visiting, sef?” Ese eyed her.
Ejiro started to laugh. “Don’t worry. Once you deliver the baby, I will be at your place two-four-seven.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” Ese beamed.
Rukewve returned with glasses of chapman. She served the pregnant women and dashed back to the kitchen.
“I can’t wait to see my bundle of joy in May,” Ese rubbed her big tummy.
Itoro sighed in relief. She was also excited to meet her first grandchild. She glanced at her eldest daughter. Ejiro’s baby would have been her first grandchild if Chukwuemeka had not snuffed the life out of the fetus.
“Mine will arrive in July. Mumsie, na our side you go camp o,” Tega chuckled.
“True that. I will not leave till December sef,” Itoro added.
Rukewve came back bearing a tray of freshly prepared Poundo yam and Melon soup, garnished with catfish and goat meat.
“Bon Appetit,” she served the women and sat beside her sister.
“This is why I like coming here,” Ese drew the center table closer.
“You are so right my sister,” Tega washed her hands and dug into the meal.
Itoro watched them eat. She began to imagine the arrival of her grandchildren. She paled when she remembered her late husband. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to see any of his grandchildren before he passed on.
“You ate mum’s corn,” Rukewve eyed her sister.
“Is it your own?” Ejiro looked her up and down.
She hissed and turned away. Suddenly, her vision became blurred. A scene flashed through her mind’s eye in an instant. She blinked and saw herself standing in front of a shopping complex. The building was on fire and this created a stampede. Amidst the noise, she heard the cries of two heavily pregnant women. They were caught in the pandemonium! Someone pushed them and they came tumbling down the stair way.
Rukewve gasped when she saw their faces. “No…”
Ejiro turned to look at her sister. She had a lost look in her eyes. Was she having a vision? She glanced at her mum, then at her sisters-in-law. The women were enjoying their meal. She straightened and tapped her sister on the knee.
Her mind cleared. She blinked several times and met her sister’s concerned stare.
She shook her head and directed her gaze at her brothers’ wives. “Are you both done shopping for the babies?”
Tega and Ese exchanged glances.
“No amount of shopping is satisfactory,” Ese squeaked.
“We are off to Idumota Shopping Mall today, when we leave here. The shopping must continue.”
Both women laughed.
“That is true,” Itoro remembered each time she shopped for her kids during her pregnancy period.
Rukewve’s heart missed a beat. “I think you should both postpone your shopping till tomorrow, or you can shop after the Easter break.”
Ese began to shake her head. “Someone informed me that some bales of baby clothes arrived at her friend’s shop this morning.”
“And it will be cheaper than those ones they hang everywhere. I don’t want to miss that kind of opportunity,” Tega interjected.
Rukewve sighed heavily. “I… I have a very bad feeling about that mall. Today is not a good day.”
Ese sized her up. “Says who? When did you turn to a Prophetess?”
Itoro and Ejiro shared a knowing look.
Itoro wasn’t sure why her daughter was against the shopping. But she knew Rukewve well enough, the girl doesn’t say anything without a hidden meaning behind it. “Ehn… you know it is already getting late, look at the time, maybe you should postpone the shopping,” she pointed at the wall clock.
“Mama, it’s just after four. We will be done before six, then head home,” Tega assured her.
Ejiro became certain that her sister must have seen something concerning the shopping mall. “Ehn… erm… I think the weekend will be a great time to shop. I can come with you and assist,” she tried to persuade them.
“That will be fantastic, thanks,” Tega winked at her. She had been thinking of how she was going to manage carrying her shopping bags that day.
“Hian…” Ese hissed. She had already made her mind up to shop that day. Nothing was going to stop her.
About thirty minutes later, Ejiro saw her sisters-in-law off to the bus-stop. She helped them to stop a cab before she head for home.
“Oh mine, I think I left my phone on the table,” Ese searched her bag.
“Aww… I can call Ejiro or Rukewve. They can bring it to us,” Tega offered.
Ese shook her head. “No, no. I need the phone now. Let me get down. I will go back and get it.”
“Are you sure? That will be stressful.”
“I will manage, my sister.”
When the cab slowed down due to the traffic on the major road, Ese got down. She stopped another cab and directed the driver to take her to Idumota Shopping Complex. She brought out her phone from her bag and called the baby clothes seller, informing her that she was on her way.
The cab stopped outside the complex about thirty minutes later. Ese paid him and found her way into the large building. Excitement overwhelmed her when she found the shop and met several women buying baby clothes.
“Hey, look at what Rukewve wanted me to miss today,” she joined the women selecting choice clothes for their infants.
Ten minutes later, they all heard an explosion. The building trembled and screams of people shouting followed.
“What was that?” her heart beat accelerated when she saw people running helter skelter outside the shop.
“Fire! Fire! Fire! The complex is on fire!” someone yelled.
Everyone in the shop fled. Ese dropped the clothes she was holding and forced her way through the narrow exit. People didn’t care whether she was pregnant, they shoved and pushed her around! She hurried to the elevator, but it didn’t respond. All the buttons acted dead! She looked around and began to wish that she had gone home. How was she supposed to find her way out of the burning building? The black smoke was swallowing all the shops one by one!
She circled the area and saw people heading towards the stairway. She held her purse close to her body and ran after them. People were running, jumping and pushing one another. She held unto the metal rail and climbed down, one step at a time. She wished she was Superman at that moment. At least, she would have been able to fly. All of a sudden, she felt someone’s hands on her back. And before she could complain, she was given a push. She slipped, missed a step and fell. She screamed while she rolled and tumbled down the stairs. No one paid attention to her! She landed on her tummy and when she raised her head, she was covered up in dust, dirt and her own blood!
Eru ran down the hallway leading to his brother’s office. He just got a call from his wife. He heard her weeping while she spoke with him. She said she was in a cab with some good Samaritans who were taking her to Idumota general hospital. She was badly bruised, bleeding and scared. She needed him to come fast to the hospital. How did she get there in the first place?
“Has your wife called you?”
Ochuko raised his head when his brother walked into the room.
“Is my wife with her?”
Ochuko noticed the stress lines on his brother’s forehead. “I am not sure.”
Eru placed both hands on his hips. “She called me a moment ago and told me that she is on her way to Idumota General hospital.”
“I thought she and Tega went to visit Mumsie.”
Ochuko pushed his weight from the leather chair. “That’s right. How did she get to Idumota? Tega is home right now.”
“I don’t know. I am just confused.”
“That means they went different ways when they left Mumsie’s place.”
He looked up at the wall clock. “This woman will not put me in trouble.”
Ochuko felt sorry for his brother. “Be strong man. I believe she will be fine.”
“Thanks. I am off to the hospital,” he headed out.
“Call and let me know how things are going,” Ochuko called out to him.
“Okay,” he responded and dashed down the hallway.
Ochuko sighed heavily. “Women!” He huffed and gave a shake of head. They were trouble with a capital T.
He hoped his brother’s wife wasn’t among the burnt victims at the shopping complex. Someone present at the scene posted the pictures on www.nairaland.com. It was a very gory thread.
Itoro dispatched her apprentices and the assistant seamstress when their work ended for the day. She locked the shop and returned to the flat. She found Ejiro and Rukevwe eating from a bowl of pop-corn and watching Telemundo.
“Tega called me when she got home, but I haven’t heard from Ese,” she sat on a chair adjacent to them.
The girls shrugged. Their attention was on the flat screen TV set.
“I hope she didn’t go to Idumota. She will just give herself unnecessary stress.”
“Who?!” Rukevwe glanced at her mum. She looked worried.
“Ese…” she eyed the girl.
“I hope she didn’t go shopping today?” Itoro repeated.
Her eyes widened when she remembered the vision she had. “I saw a fire outbreak at Idumota Shopping Mall.”
Ejiro glanced at her sister with interest.
“Heaven forbid!” Itoro placed her hands on her chest.
“There was a stampede. Two pregnant women were pushed down the stair-way.”
“Lord God!” Ejiro looked at their mother, then back at her sister. “No wonder you were insisting that they should shop on another day.”
“Oh God! You should have said something.”
Rukewve kept quiet.
Ejiro poked her on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her sister shrugged then returned her attention to the television.
Itoro’s phone began to ring. She picked the call. “Hello…”
“Eru, how are you doing? Is your wife home?”
“No ma. We are at the Idumota general hospital.”
Her heart sank, “Jesus!”
Her daughters stared at her with eager curiosity.
“She had an accident at the shopping mall. Mum, she bled all the way to the hospital.”
“Ah! Jesus! Jesus! Oooo.”
“Mum, our baby is gone.”
“Hey! Ewo! Jesus oooh!” She placed a hand on her head.
Rukevwe and Ejiro rushed to her side.
“Mummy, what is it?”
“Is Eru okay?”
She ignored them and started to cry. “Eeeh!”
“Ese is fine. She will be discharged in the morning.”
“Ah! Jesus! Jesus!”
“I just want to let you know.”
“Eeeh! My son… take heart. Jesus!”
She dropped phone on the table when the line went dead. She directed her wet gaze at Rukewve. “You should have said something.”
“Mummy what happened?” Ejiro held her mother by the hand.
Itoro sighed heavily. “Ese lost her pregnancy.”
“Jesus!” Ejiro placed both hands on her head.
Rukewve held her breath, awaiting the rest of the news.
“She went to the shopping complex at Idumota. The building caught fire and she got injured somehow,” Itoro eyed her youngest child. She wished the girl had warned her daughter-in-law about the danger.
|Re: Set Apart by hotswagg12: 7:38pm On Apr 01|
Thanks for the update.
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 7:44pm On Apr 01|
|Re: Set Apart by spixytinxy(f): 8:23pm On Apr 01|
Thanks for update, I don't know y don't like taking rukewe's warning serious.
|Re: Set Apart by Kaycee9242(m): 11:31pm On Apr 01|
I think they would have been taking her serious had it been she always give them every detail of what she sees, u can't just tell someone not to go to a particular place without a cogent reason. Well done op
|Re: Set Apart by Oluwatimi2000(m): 11:33pm On Apr 01|
thanks for the update
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 10:04am On Apr 02|
|Re: Set Apart by SheWrites(f): 10:05am On Apr 02|
|Re: Set Apart by Bodydiialect57: 10:18am On Apr 02|
To every revelations, dreams and visions that portray danger and doom, there is always a way of escape if only we listen enough to instructions and not be wise in our own eyes.
Thanks ma'am, for the update.
|Re: Set Apart by crossfm: 9:36pm On Apr 02|
Thanks for the update OP.
At this point in time I give up on this family.They are not only stubborn but also irrational.
What else do they want this girl to do for them to proof that she has a gift and her warning should be as serious as life.
From the inception of this story she has always warned them,but they don't take her serious.By now her words should have been authority in her family but they are bunch of Thomas and should face their wahala.
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