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Musa’s mother was buried the next day after she died.

It was a simple ceremony. I bursted out in tears as I watched her white-cloth wrapped body powered into the grave pit dug in the compound. The only person that had welcomed me into the family was gone. My only hope was Zayan and the baby in my womb. Musa would lose his share of the companies without them, he wouldn’t risk kicking us out.

The Doctor had stated she had died from a heart attack to my relief and to the disappointment of Musa who wanted me to be in jail so badly.

Musa’s elder brother and his family had flown in from Kano to witness the burial. His brother and his wife ignored me when I greeted them.

I was busy supervising the maids as they served the guests after the funeral.

After the guests had left and Musa’s brother and his family were shown into the guest room, I decided to go up to the master’s bedroom to rest my head. As I was taking a shower, I noticed my feet were swollen, I had been on my feet all day.

I fell asleep almost immediately as I laid my head on the couch. I woke up when I felt hands caress my legs up to my thighs. I opened my eyes to see it was Musa and I frowned.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I readjusted my night dress and sat up.

“So you’re not going to console me?” He asked with a gentle voice. I was surprised to his eyes were so red. I hadn’t seen him cry during or after the funeral.

He moved closer to kiss me. He reeked of alcohol and weed. I gently placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He was just using me to escape from his grief, I thought.

“Please stop. You’re drunk...and besides you don’t love me.”

I hoped to hear him plead and tell me he loved me, even if I knew it was a lie but he ignored me and kissed me again on my full lips. I moaned as he trailed his lips down to my neck and placed his hand on my chest to fiddle with a nipple.

He tweaked my nipple too hard and pushed me down so I laid on the couch. He roughly spread my legs. The fabric of my panties scraped my skin as he tore them apart.

I sat up to hold his hand. I wanted to gently guide him but he pushed me back roughly. I wasn’t enjoying it anymore.

“Musa please stop.” I tried to push him away from me. He laid heavy on my body. He was pressing down on my pregnancy bump. “You’re hurting me.”

He shoved himself roughly into my dry vagina and I let out a hoarse scream. He didn’t care and kept on going. I kept on pushing at his chest but he didn’t budge.

“Hmm Kalila...” He moaned out his wife’s name before he ejaculated and crashed his full frame on my body.

I felt used and humiliated.

He clumsily stood up and staggered off to his bed.


**

The next morning, The sound of shuffling feet woke me up. I grudgingly woke up to see two of the maids packing out my things from the closet.

“What is going on here?”

“Good morning Ma.” They both greeted.

“Are you both deaf?! What are you doing with my things?!”

The shorter one spoke. “Master asked us to move your things to the boys quarters.”

I had expected him to kick me out of his room but not to the boys quarters of all places where his staffs lived. I was still his wife and mother of his children.

I stormed into the verandah were he was smoking with his brother. I pulled my petticoat tightly over my nightdress when I saw his brother.

“Good morning.” I greeted the both of them but there was no reply. “Please I need to speak to you.” I folded my hand over my chest.

“Speak.” He puffed a huge cloud of smoke. The heavy smell of tobacco irritated me.

“In private, please.”

“Say it or get out.”

His elder brother chuckled.

“Uhm... I can’t stay in the boys quarters...there are other rooms-“

“If you feel it’s not good enough for you, feel free to move out.”

The way his brother moved his eyes from my head to my toes made me feel small. Musa said something in Arabic and they both bursted out in laughter.

My face felt hot and tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes. “Your mother won’t be happy with you!” I blurted out.

Musa moved to hit me but his brother held him back. Musa brushed off his brother’s hands away.

I stood there silently daring him with my eyes. He moved backwards and rested his back on the railings. He took a deep puff from his cigar and blew out rings of smoke.

“My wife would arrive this afternoon. You are not needed in the main house or the surroundings of this compound. Under no circumstances should you step out of the backyard. The maids will serve you your meals there...feel free to move out if you so wish to.” He spoke casually.

I felt a strong mix of jealousy and anger fill my body.

“Why are you hiding me from her?! Because I’m pregnant?! Am I not your wife also?!” I screamed at him.

He kept on puffing at his cigar.

I wanted to hit him so bad but I didn’t have the courage to do so. I stood there crying helplessly.


**
The room felt like a matchbox. There was no closet or furniture. Only a small bed. The maids had laid mine and Zayan’s clothes on the bed as there was no place to store them.

I kept Zayan on the floor to play. I cried as I folded and piled our things in a corner of the room. I swore I wouldn’t make Musa frustrate me into leaving.

I rubbed my slightly bulging belly as I sipped from a glass of chilled orange juice.

I had added a few pounds and my skin glowed radiantly. As I had suffered greatly during my previous pregnancies I swore to enjoy this one to the fullest.

I looked down at Zayan who was seated on the floor playing with a toy car. He looked up with his large hazel eyes. The gentle evening breeze was blowing his beautiful brown hair, messing with its curls. He proudly displayed his 4 milk teeth. He would grow to be as handsome as his father, I thought. I smiled back at him and he giggled.

I took a deep breath as I admired how the weak rays of the evening sun caused the blue water in the swimming pool to shimmer. I rested my back on the chair and stretched out my feet. Life felt good.

I rubbed on my belly again. I was only 4 months pregnant but I thought my bulge wasn’t big enough. I needed it distended and huge so Musa’s mother would dote on me more.

Since my pregnancy test came out positive Musa’s mother had become very caring. She stopped me from cooking or doing any other chore. Most importantly, she made efforts put an end to Musa’s beatings.

Although she constantly warned and threatened him not to hit me, he still found ways to do so when she wasn’t around. He would slap or kick me once in a while. I noticed he carefully avoided hitting my face or leaving a mark.

Since the night I conceived, Musa never touched me, I went back to sleeping on the couch in his room while he slept on his king-sized bed.

His midnight calls with his wife lasted for longer hours. He laughed rather too loudly and he kept on repeating how much he loved her as if he was about to die. I guessed he was trying to make up for getting me pregnant. I highly doubted she knew about my pregnancy.

I planned to get in touch with Mama and Nkiru during my third trimester and inviting them over for omugwo.

I heard the gates open and the sound of a vehicle as it drove into the compound. It was Musa returning from work.

I hissed loudly before I downed the remaining contents of the glass. I picked up Zayan from the floor and dusted his palms and knees. I walked into the main house through the back entrance.

“Good evening. Welcome.” I mumbled to Musa as one of the maids collected his briefcase from him. He ignored my greetings as usual.

“What’s for dinner? I’m famished.”

“Spaghetti bolognese, Sir.” The Maid replied.

“Serve dinner now.” Musa ordered as he headed straight for the dining room while I went upstairs with Zayan to inform his mother about dinner.

I knocked on her door but she didn’t reply. The door wasn’t properly closed, it swayed open as I knocked. I pushed it wider and let myself in.

She had fallen asleep on her chair and her head was tilted to the side with her mouth slightly opened. I had never seen her look so vulnerable. Her hijab still covered her hair and neck securely.

Zayan whined and stretched his chubby arms towards her. He wanted her to hold him. I held him back to my body.

I cleared my throat loudly. “Dinner is ready Ma.”

She didn’t stir. She wasn’t a deep sleeper.

I moved closer to gently tap her wrinkled hand. The coldness of her hand took me aback. My heart began beating wildly.

I tapped her hand again and looked closely at her face. That was when I realized she wasn’t breathing.

“Ma?! Wake up!” I shook her hand roughly and tapped her shoulders. Her head only sagged more.

“Musa! Musa!” Tears ran down my eyes as I screamed out his name. “Please wake up Ma!” I pleaded but her eyes remained shut.

“Musa!!!” I screamed.

Musa rushed into the room. I placed a hand on my head and sobbed loudly. Zayan was also crying. He was frightened and confused.

“What is—?” He stopped at the entrance. “What did you do to my mother?!”

He rushed towards us and lightly shook his mothers shoulders. He cupped her face in his hands and tapped her sunken cheek. She didn’t respond.

He turned to look at me. His eyes were bloodshot. “You bitch! What the hell did you do to my mother?!”

Some of the staffs had hurdled by the door, watching and whispering.

I fearfully held Zayan tightly to my chest as I clumsily tried to stand up.

“Is this you and your boyfriend’s plan?! To kill my family and take over?!”

“I didn’t do anything...I - I found her like this.” My voice was shaky.

He clenched his fists tightly by his sides. I knew he was ready to take a swing at me. My legs wobbled as I took a few steps back, away from him.

He lunged himself towards me and His fist landed squarely on my nose. His rained heavy punches on me, some landed on Zayan who was crying at the top of his lungs.

A male staff ran behind Musa and tried to pull him away from me. Someone took Zayan from my arms. I felt dizzy as blood gushed out of my nostrils.

“Get the hell off me!” Musa pushed the male staff away from him and straightened his shirt. “Call the Police.”

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I was in the living room watching TV while breastfeeding Zayan. I was enjoying the show so much that I didn't notice when Musa walked in.

"So this is what you do all day?"

I jerked out of shock when I heard his voice. He didn't usually return home from work that early.

"Goo- good afternoon Sir. Welcome." I stammered as I picked up the remote with a shaky hand to turn off the TV.

I hurriedly detached Zayan from my breast and adjusted my garment before I stood up from the couch to face Musa. Zayan angrily protested the abrupt end of his feeding and I rocked him gently to calm him.

"Such a lazy fool! All you do is eat, sleep and watch TV. Keep on waiting for an opportunity to steal my hard earned money to give your jobless boyfriend."

I took a few steps backwards and held Zayan tightly to my chest in case Musa wanted to take a swing at me. His blue eyes pierced into mine and I lowered my gaze to the floor.

We had been married for almost 3 months and this was what I had to deal with daily. Musa still didn't trust me and he would hit and insult me at the slightest mistake, most times for no reason at all.

He flinged the shopping bag he was holding on the couch next to me.

"Wear these tonight. I am taking the both of you out to dinner by 7."

He was already walking out of the living room when he paused and turned to me. "Oh...I called in a makeup artist to fix your face. She would be here soon." He said and left.

He was referring to the black eye, swollen cheek and several bruises I had sustained from his constant beatings.

I stared curiously at the fancy looking shopping bag and I tried to decipher what Musa was up to as he had never bought me anything or taken me anywhere since we got married. I shrugged as I had no choice but to go out with him.

I looked at the antique standing clock and it was 4:49 P.M, I grabbed the bag and went upstairs with Zayan to get ready.

The makeup artist came in about 30 minutes later. She looked worried when she saw my face but she didn't make any comment on it.

I almost did not recognize myself when I looked at the mirror. Musa had gotten me an expensive looking navy blue abaya with shiny specks of silver, a silver hijab, a lovely pair of sandals and a small leather bag to match. The makeup artist had also done justice to my face as my bruises were barely noticeable. I smiled at my reflection and felt happy.

"You look so lovely my dear!" Musa's mother exclaimed as I walked down the stairs with Zayan who was wearing a cute little suit.

Musa's mother leaned in for a hug when I got close to her and I obliged. "Oh My handsome grandson." She cooed and played with Zayan's chubby cheek.

Musa impatiently blasted the horn of his car from outside. I excused myself from her presence and took quick wide strides out of the house and to Musa's waiting car.

"Don't walk too fast or you will fall!" Musa's mother called behind me.

I ignored her and kept on walking as fast as I could, She wouldn't intervene if Musa hits me for keeping him waiting. I didn't want to give him an excuse to beat me up that night.

I strapped Zayan securely to his infant seat at the back of the car before I sat next to Musa at the front seat. He didn't even turn to look at me. I silently wished he could admire me and find me attractive once again.

We drove out of the house in silence.

I was surprised and a bit confused when we pulled into the large compound of a beautiful mansion. I had earlier thought Musa was taking us out to a fancy restaurant or something of that sort.

"Now listen good." Musa began after he parked the car and turned off the engine. "I am trying to strike a business deal and the reason I brought you and your son here is because the Man is from the same tribe as you and he is a family oriented person. I am not asking you to do much, just smile and speak only when you are spoken to."

He turned to look at me for the first time that night. "Can your tiny brain handle that?"

I tried to hold back my tears. I thought I would have gotten used to his insults but his words still stung fiercely. He kept on referring to Zayan as my son, he never for once touched since we moved into the house. Even when his mother urged him to hold Zayan, he never did.

I nodded slowly.

"Good."



Musa's business partner, Mr Ojeih was a warm hearted and lively man. When he got to know we were from the same tribe, he switched over to our native language. He made me feel a bit relaxed but I tried my best to keep to Musa's rules.

"Ah Musa, you do good thing by marrying my fine sister. See how your pikin fine. Hope say she dey teach you our language?" Mr Ojeih laughed heartily.

Musa acted like he was in love with me and we were happily married all through dinner. He would turn to smile at me or play with Zayan's hair.

After dinner, Musa went with Mr Ojeih to his study while Zayan and I waited in the living room. They spent a long time there and I had already fallen asleep on the couch when they both came in.

I woke up to Musa's gentle taps and they were both chuckling. Mr Ojeih apologized for keeping us so long.

As we drove back home, I noticed Musa was excited. I concluded that Mr Ojeih had agreed to his business proposal.

Zayan was fast asleep at the backseat when we got home. I took him upstairs and changed him into his sleepwear before I handed him over to his Grandmother.

When I got into the master's bedroom, I looked at myself one last time and I sighed as I wondered when next I would get to wear such beautiful clothes again. I felt too tired to take a shower so I decided to take a short nap first.

I wasn't used to sleeping with makeup on my face, it made me somewhat uncomfortable. I woke up about an hour later to shower.

I noticed Musa wasn't in the room when I got up. I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes. As I turned on the shower, Musa walked in.

"Not again." I mumbled and turned off the shower. I mentally prepared myself for another round of beating.

"Wait, don't take off the makeup yet. You look amazing." He came closer and grabbed me by my waist before he planted a kiss on my lips.

My eyes widened in surprise and my heartbeat became rapid. I didn't expect that to happen!

He lifted my wet body and we headed straight for the bed where he gently laid me down and kissed me again.

Fear and confusion escaped my mind as passion filled my body and I responded to his touch and kisses.

He got up from the bed and picked up a bottle of cognac from one of the side tables next to the bed and took a big swig from it. He offered me some but I shook my head. As he drank, I noticed the bottle was half empty and I pondered if he was drunk.

He finally let go of the bottle and pounced on me.

"Uhm....Are you okay? Are sure you want to do this?" I timidly asked. What if he accuses me of seducing him when the drink wears off? I became scared again.

"Your boobs are bigger." He said as he fondled my breasts. He sucked on my nipple and contorted his face when he tasted my milk.

"Very sweet." He laughed and clicked his tongue before he continued sucking.

I had a feeling it wasn't going to end well. I struggled to push him away and get up from the bed but he held me down firmly. He grunted when he found his way into my body.

It had been a long time since I felt the way I did that night. My eyes almost rolled into back of my head as he roughly and carelessly humped on my body.

I orgasmed twice before he poured his seed into me and rolled over. When I finally caught my breath, I wanted to get up from the bed and go to sleep on the couch as usual, but the bed felt so soft and warm. I changed my mind and covered my naked body with the duvet instead.

I turned to kiss Musa and he smiled and cuddled me. I felt happy and content, I silently prayed he would love me and start treating me right. We held on to one another as we drifted off to sleep.

**
The sound of his phone ringing and vibrating woke us up from sleep. I grudgingly tossed my body to the other side of the bed and expected him to end the call and put his phone on silent mode.

"Cherry, wake up! Wake up!" He shook my shoulder.

"I'm awake." I sat up from the bed and rubbed my eyes.

"Go and sleep on the couch. My wife is video calling. Hurry up!"

My mouth dropped open.

"Get going. Fast!" He urged impatiently with a frown.

I hesitated. I wanted to tell him I was also his wife but I didn't have the courage to do so.

"Are you daft?! Comot from my bed!" His jugular vein almost popped out of his neck.

I fearfully stood up from the bed. I was still stark naked as I walked over to the couch.

"My love!" I turned back to see Musa smiling at the screen of his phone. "I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier, I was too tired. The dinner was great, he finally agreed...I wish you were here to celebrate with me."

I felt like a forgotten toy.

I couldn't stand the conversation between Musa and his first wife, he kept on laughing and calling her pet names so I put on my nightdress and walked out of the room.

I spent about 2hours in the living room downstairs. I half-expected Musa to come and look for me. Musa had received several calls from his first wife in my presence before but this time it felt different.

When I lost hope of Musa coming to find me, I went into the kitchen to make his favorite tea for him.

When I returned to the room, he was done with the call but was busy with his phone.

"Hi. I made some tea for you." I said to him as I walked towards his bed.

He looked up at me with disapproval. "Did I ask you to?" He rudely asked.

"I thought--"

"I highly doubt if you thought about it. That tea has a high dose of caffeine, I'm not sure an illiterate like you know what caffeine is."

He eyed me from head to toe.

"Go and clean that makeup on your face, you look like a wh.ore." His eyes went back to the screen of his phone.


**

The next day was a Sunday. Musa didn't go to work but he went out very early in his house clothes.

He ignored my greetings as usual that morning. I felt sad and decided to forget what had happened the previous night.

I was making breakfast in the kitchen when he returned. One of the maids told me he asked that I should meet him in the Master's bedroom. I handed my cooking over to her and hurried up the stairs. I hoped he didn't want to beat me up and accuse me of seducing him.

He was seated on a couch in the room. A glass of water and a small white plastic bag was on the table before him.

"You called me."

He brought out a small pink paper pack from the bag and popped out 2 pills from the sachet which he handed over to me.

I reluctantly took the pills from his hand but I held them in my fist and stared at him.

"Are you a slowpoke? Swallow them!"

I shook my head firmly.

He slammed his hand on the table causing me to flinch. "I don't have time for this!" He took a deep breath before he spoke calmly. "...And besides, I am not sure your boyfriend would want you to get pregnant again."

I thought to use the opportunity to get Musa to trust me that I didn't plan to go back to Broda and if I get pregnant his mother wouldn't let him hit me with her grandchild in my womb. Slowly, I would finally fit into the family. It was like using a stone to kill two birds.

"I won't take them." I spoke with defiance.

Musa stood up from the couch and I ran out of the room with full speed to his mother's room.

When she opened the door I held out the pills for her to see. Musa was coming from behind me.

"My husband doesn't want me to get pregnant. He is forcing me to take them." I reported.

She frowned and took the pills from my hand and faced Musa squarely.

"I don't want to see or hear of this abomination in this house again."

I smiled triumphantly.

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"As my son's wife, you have to dress decently, like every good Muslim woman should."

Musa's mother spoke from behind as a seamstress took my body measurements in the guest room. Musa's mother went on and on on how and why I should always keep my hair and body covered.

I nodded in agreement as she spoke, I was ready to do all it takes to be her son's wife.

A date for the nikkah(wedding) had been set. Musa's mother asked for my parents and I told her my father was dead and I had lost contact with my mother and sister. I would have loved for Mama to see me get married but not to a man who doesn't love me and it would have broken her heart to see me convert to Islam. I wanted things to settle first before I invited them over.

Musa hadn't returned home since the night he argued with his mother, it had been over a week. I asked his mother about it and she said he was only acting out and I should give him time.

She had already given Baby a name, Zayan. She doted on him and he grew attached to her.

Three days before the nikkah, Dina called.

"Ahn Babe...no be so oh..you just push us go one corner."

I chuckled. "Sorry, I have been very busy here, with the wedding plans and all." I lied. I spent most of my days alone in the guest room while Musa's mother handled everything.

The frequency of my calls to Dina and Lizzy reduced drastically, I tried to distance myself from them. I thought it wouldn't be nice having such crude girls coming over to visit me, with their skimpy wears and uncouth behavior. Musa's mother would be offended.

"We been dey even plan to come Lagos for the wedding but we say make we chill as you never give us date."

"Na this weekend but-- but una know say I still dey try gain ground for this house..."

"No problem Babe. We understand." I could hear the disappointment in Dina's voice. "Enjoy your wedding. Help me say hello to my boy." She said and ended the call.

I sighed with relief. When I have enough money I would send them some for their troubles, I promised myself.

The nikkah was a very simple one. It took place in the living room with just 5 people present.

Musa came in about 2 hours late. I had thought he wouldn't show up at all. His mother was very angry but she did her best to stay calm. Musa was obviously reluctant during the exchange of vows, he kept on giving me bad looks which made me sad.

After the ceremony, I raised my hands to admire the beautiful diamond ring Musa had placed on my finger and smiled. I was finally a married woman and to a millionaire.

As I was about to go into the guest room, Musa's mother stopped me.

"Where do you think you are going to? Go up to your husband's room immediately!" She ordered. "Zayan would spend the night with me."

She took my hand and led me upstairs into the master's bedroom. When we got inside, I marveled at the size and beauty of it.

"I had the maids move in your clothes into the closet earlier. I also got you some beautiful night dresses, they are in the closet." She smiled at me and left the room.

I felt a knot in my stomach. The thought of being alone with Musa made me fear for my life. I took deep breaths and tried to keep calm. I would try to stay out of his way, even if it meant sleeping on a chair, I thought to myself.

I entered the walk in closet. Everything in the house was luxurious, I thought.

Musa had over 40 pairs of shoes arranged in rows. I wondered what a man needed so many shoes for. His clothes took up so much space in the large closet. I looked at a corner and saw my few clothes and 3 pairs of shoes. I shook my head and hoped for the day I would be allowed to go out shopping.

I took out one of the nightdresses his mother had bought for me and hissed. It looked old-school and was too modest with it's long sleeves, I didn't have an option and so I had to wear it.

I took it with me to the bathroom. I pulled off my clothes and turned on the shower. I subconsciously took extra care to wash my body. I wondered why I did that, I was almost sure Musa wouldn't touch me that night.

I felt a hand on my body which grabbed then slammed me to the tiled wall. The floor was wet and I slipped and fell. I heard a thud as my head hit the ground.

I looked up to see it was Musa. He kicked my sides and raised me up by my hair.

"Please stop." I managed to say as I struggled to breathe.

He used my head to smash the wall again and pressed me to it while holding the back of my neck.

"I don't know what silly games you and your boyfriend are playing this time but I swear to have both of you killed."

His face was close to mine and his mouth reeked of alcohol.

"I am not playing games...I swear! My boy-- he left me a long time ago, I don't know where he is!"

Musa pulled my head back and smashed into the wall again and I cried out loud. I started feeling dizzy.

"You lying bitch!"

"I swear! Don't hurt me. I don't know where he is, he left me with the pregnancy and took all the money you gave us."

"Why did you come back?! You and him planned all these."

"No, no! I didn't have money for an abortion, I couldn't take care of the baby so I came to drop him here and that was when I was caught. I didn't plan anything, I swear!"

Musa hit my head severally on the wall again. When he was done, everything seemed like a blur to me. I could barely make out what he said.

"You would leave the same way you came. Gold digger!" He spat at me and walked out of the bathroom the bathroom.

I felt something dripping down my forehead, I raised my hand to touch it and it was blood.

Musa's room had a mini parlor, I laid on one of the couches that night while Musa was on the bed.

I held up a cloth to soak up the blood from my head. I was too afraid to fall asleep.

**
That same night, I felt pressure on my neck and I woke up to see Musa standing above me.

"Musa please...."

I held his arms and struggled for him to release me but it was of no use, he was far stronger than I was.

The lights in the room started getting dim. He finally removed his hands and I quickly sprang up to a sitting position and gasped for air.

He waited for me to catch my breath before punching me in the face and stomach.

He raised me up and made a fist to punch me again but I managed to escape from his grasp and ran out of the room.

I slipped and fell as I ran towards his mother's room, I looked back and saw he didn't chase after me. Adrenaline made me pound wildly on her door.

"Who is that?" She opened the door. She wasn't taken aback by my disheveled appearance. "Isn't it too early--?"

"Ma, Musa wants to kill me!"

"Lower your voice and speak like a lady. What do you mean he wants to kill you? My son is not a killer. Try to make peace with your husband and don't go about spoiling his name like a bad wife. I need to get some sleep. Go back to your husband's room."

She said and slammed the door at my face. I stood there with my mouth wide open.

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I nursed my sore head as I tried to get over the shock. Baby was still crying .

I shook him roughly. "Shut up, if you had kept quiet in the first place we won't be in this mess."

Musa's threat frightened me, I had to leave the house that night. I was thinking of an escape plan when the young maid walked in.

"Madam said I should show you to the guest room." She had a snobbish tone in her voice.

I followed her out of the Living room and we walked down the hallway. I looked around in awe, from the shiny marble floors to the beautiful chandeliers, the wall arts and magnificent sculptures. The house was bigger than I had thought. She stopped at the last door at the end of the hall and I followed her into the room.

The guest room was beautiful. It had a simple monochrome theme and it felt very cosy, I wished I could stay to enjoy it.

"The bathroom and toilet is behind that door." She said and pointed it out to me. "I will bring in your food in 30 minutes. If you need anything else, let me know."

"I am not hungry." I said to her. What if Musa poisons my food?

She nodded before she briskly walked out of the room.

I dropped Baby on the bed. He looked exhausted as he stared up at me.

My phone rang and I took it out of my back pocket. It was Lizzy.

"Hey babe, what's up? Sorry o...we never call you since, I know say you go don curse us tire, e get one small parole wey we run, we no get chance since. How my boy?"

"He dey fine." I answered and sat on the bed next to Baby.

"Una don meet him Papa?"

"Yes."

"Wetin him talk?"

"He no gree say the pikin na him own o...him Mama talk say we go go do DNA test tomorrow morning and if Baby na truly him son, we go marry. He talk say him go kill me before tomorrow...I wan escape this night." I cried.

"Babe no cry...he no fit do anything to you, he just dey make mouth--"

"This one pass make mouth o! Him use my head take nack wall, Baby head sef hit wall."

"What?! Him dey craze?!" Dina yelled at the background.

"Babe chill...shebi him Mama dey the house? Him no fit do you anything, he just dey make mouth and besides where you wan run go this night?"

We talked for a while and they made me feel calm, I finally realised it made no sense running out at that late hour.

I locked the door securely before laying down on the bed to think things through.

Lizzy and Dina were right, Musa's threat was only to scare me away. It was obvious that he never loved me from day one, coupled with the fact that Broda and I had tried to scam him only made him hate me.

If I marry Musa, it will be hell for me. I can't undergo any more abusive relationship, besides he could find out I had murdered Broda.

I turned to look at Baby who had already dozed off with his light snores, maybe Musa would grow to love him with time. He had a better chance than I did staying there.

"I will leave after the DNA test tomorrow." I mumbled to myself before I fell asleep.

**
My plans were foiled when Musa's mother told me the test results will be ready within a week or two and I had to wait in their home.

I was taken to the hotel where I had lodged earlier to pick up my things.

I thought of escaping on the first night after we returned from the hospital but the burly security guards at Musa's gate scared me.

As days passed I started to enjoy my stay in the house even though I was mostly in the guest room.

I had never experienced the joys of 24hrs electricity in my life. Binge watching TV shows and the coolness of the air conditioner in the room quickly made me forget I was being held hostage.

On the first day of my stay, I asked a maid to boil water for Baby's bath. She chuckled and showed me how to switch the shower from hot to cold. I was awed.

The food I was served was the best I have ever tasted even the juice I drank tasted different, I realised the ones I drank in the past were just water and flavor.

Musa avoided me like a plague during my stay. I barely saw him. The times I had breakfast and dinner with his mum at the table he never joined us, he always ate in his room.

Anytime I heard Musa's car leave the house for work in the morning, I would take Baby out for a stroll in the compound. There was a large swimming pool at the back of the house, we usually sat there and relaxed.

I began to see changes in my body when I looked into the mirror. I had put on a little weight and it didn't look bad at all. My skin looked smooth and my complexion became clear, the ashy undertones were gone. My eyes looked brighter and I no longer had bags under them. I finally looked my age.

I started to think more about my life as Musa's wife. I began to ask myself if it was worth it to degrade my body any further by going into Dina and Lizzy's line of work.

I would become a millionaire the second I get married to Musa, he could abuse me all he wants after all, I had survived Broda's abuses without a penny to show for it. I survive again and this time as a millionaire.

On the 9th day, the result of the DNA test finally came. Musa's mother seemed excited to know Musa was my son's father. She hugged me and apologised for all the stress I've been through. She declared I was going to marry her son and I would be converted to Islam, she didn't even ask me if I was willing to.

That evening, I was in the guest room watching TV as usual, there was no good show. Baby was fast asleep so I decided to go for a stroll to the swimming pool area. I opened the window slightly to scan for Musa's office car at the car park and I was relieved it wasn't there.

I lost track of time and it was a bit late when I remembered to go back in. My heart missed a beat when I saw Musa's office car at the park, I crept in as silently as I could into the house.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard voices from the living room, it was Musa's and his mother's. Curiosity got the better part of me as I stood by the entrance where I was sure they couldn't see me to listen.

"Mother, I will not marry her!" Musa yelled in anger.

"Do not raise your voice at me, I'm still your mother. The child is yours and you must do the right thing."

"I have a wife and two children...Kalila would be heartbroken and you know it!"

"Kalila cannot bear you a son, if she loves you she would do what is best for you. Think about how your father would be rolling in his grave that you do not have a heir--"

"My daughters are humans! They can--"

"I will not hear of that! Your brother's sons would take your share of the companies if you do not have a son and that remains final."

"Mother, that thought is old school and archaic, women can do a lot these days--"

"One of your daughter is a rebel who lives in and out of prison and the other is an im.becile." His mother spoke as a matter-of-factly.

There was heavy silence in the room.

"Marry the girl. I won't have my male grandchild be tagged a bastard. She could even bear you more sons."

"She was just a fling, I don't love her." His voice sounded defeated.

"I didn't love your father when we got married. Marriage is not about love."

I heard heavy footsteps coming my way and I immediately crouched down behind a statue. It was Musa. He didn't notice me as he walked past.

When I entered the guest room, there was a flutter in my stomach. I felt happy. I picked up Baby from the bed and kissed him as he giggled. That was the first time I had ever played with him.

"My handsome son! You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I whispered to him and kissed his cheek again.

millieademi:
This has to be the most interesting and didactic thing I've read this year.

Babe, your work is interesting, REALISTIC, straight to the point and goddamn awesome.

Your work has thought me one thing that diamonds are really found in the rough. I mean Dina and Lizzy their kind-hearted nature rivals that of some born again sisters.

I really hope things turn around for Cherry.

You have a fan in me.

Thank you so much sis, it means a lot coming from you.

The security guards waited until I fully regained consciousness before taking me back to Musa's house.

We were escorted into the compound by one of Musa's security guard. The beauty and affluence of the house was breathtaking but I was too apprehensive to admire it.

We were led to the front porch where a young lady stood with Baby in her arms. She was dressed in a maid's uniform. She looked at me with disgust before handing Baby over to me.

"Excuse me, let me call Madam." She announced before she walked into the house.

My heart skipped and my stomach turned. Madam would surely be Musa's wife, how would I face her and tell her Musa was Baby's father? She would surely get me arrested.

I wanted to turn to leave but one of the Security guards grabbed me by my shoulder and held me firmly.

"Where you think say you dey go?" He spoke with a gruff, masculine voice. "Na so all this small small girls dey do, dem go born come dump am for one rich man house, later dey go come back come claim--"

He stopped talking when the door opened. A woman walked out of the house, she wore a long black hijab which covered her ears and went down past her knees. No part of her body was visible except her face and fingers. She was closely followed by the young maid.

The scent of her smoky and sweet Arabic fragrance filled the air as she walked towards us. The security guards bowed to greet her and I followed suit.

When she came closer, I noticed her face was wrinkled and her eyes were the same shade as Baby's.

She looks too old to be Musa's wife. She must be his mother, I thought to myself.

"Is this the lady?" She asked no one in particular.

"Yes Ma." Everyone answered but me.

She squinted her eyes and looked me over. The old woman had an authoritative aura which made me feel inferior and a bit jittery, I lowered my eyes and stared at my feet.

"The both of you can return to your post. Leave the girl with me." She said to the Estate Guards. They nodded and left us.

"Ma... Please I'm sorry--"

She held up a hand to stop me from speaking before signalling to me to walk into the house with her.

We walked into a large living room with a simple but modern decor. I was marveled at the size of the television. I got so carried away by the interior design that I didn't notice Musa was sitting on a couch watching me, I almost tripped and fell when I saw him, I quickly regained my balance and stood by a pillar.

His eyes bored holes into me. I opened my mouth to greet him but words did not come out. I closed my mouth and felt awkward.

Musa's mother sat on a couch beside where I stood.

"What were you thinking abandoning him like that, He wouldn't have survived the night's cold."

No one offered me a seat so I remained standing. Holding Baby for so long made me tired, I rested my back against the pillar.

"I'm sorry ma...I didn't have a choice."

His mother brought out the note I had written earlier from under her hijab.

"You claim the infant belongs to my son, Musa." She said as she held up the piece of paper.

"Yeh--Yes Ma." My voice cracked.

She turned to Musa who had a big frown on his face. "You know her?"

"Yes... She was a worker at the noodle plant but I don't--"

"That's enough." She interrupted him.

Musa's mother signaled to me to move closer with her index finger. I trembled as I did so.

"I want to see the child's face."

I stretched forth Baby in my arms to her. He was asleep. She pushed the blanket away from his face and pushed back the cap on his head as she inspected him. She nodded and I stepped back.

"First thing tomorrow we do a DNA test to confirm the paternity of the child. If my son is truly the father then you two get married, but if he is not, 'uqsim biallah taealaa you will rot in jail."

She stood up and left Musa and I in the living room.

I felt exposed when she left, I didn't want to be alone with Musa. The air-conditioned room suddenly felt too hot. I needed an excuse to leave the room. I worked a hand into Baby's blanket and gave him a pinch which made him squeal.


"Shh...don't cry." I rocked Baby.

As I was about to walk out of the living room, Musa caught up with me and roughly turned me to face him. I gasped.

He placed his hand on my neck and squeezed my throat. I tried to scream but he smashed my head against the pillar. Baby's head also hit the wall and he shrieked loudly.

" You gold digging whoore. Sharmota! If you don't leave with your bastard, the both you won't make it to the hospital alive. Mark my words." He said before turning to leave.

Gbest90:
Hmmmmm.

Finally caught up. And all I can say is Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!

This really triggers emotions. I've never been this emotional reading a story. And considering this is ur first story, I must say you've got massive talent.

Just keep up the good work.... I see you going places.

Thank you sir

Dina and Lizzy followed Baby and I to the bus park. It was a Saturday and a lot of people were traveling so it was very rowdy. Lizzy and I sat on an iron bench at a corner of the park while Dina went to the ticket stand to get me a bus ticket.

Lizzy cleared her throat before she spoke. "Cherry abeg, in case Baby Papa reject una just jejely come back come meet us, our door still dey open to una. Life goes on."

She raised Baby up from her laps and kissed him on his cheek. "Don't forget me o! I know you'll see plenty fine Lagos Babes, no mind them na me love you pass." Baby laughed and she kissed him again.

Dina returned with a bus ticket and gave it to me.

"Here take this." She said as she pulled out a bundle of Naira notes from her purse and handed them to me. "If things no go as planned use am take sleep for hotel and enter bus back tomorrow... Standard Hotel o, for una safety."

I thanked the both of them profusely.

"We know say your head dey touch, no do anything to our boy o!" Lizzy warned while she pulled her ear for emphasis.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

Baby and I finally boarded the bus. As the bus moved, I peered out through the window and waved at Dina and Lizzy till I lost sight of them.

With Baby on my laps, I reclined on my seat and stared out of the window as I made a review of my plans.

I was going to abandon Baby at Musa's gate.

I looked at Baby who was sleeping in my arms. I was almost 19 and I had 2 children already, I had no idea where my first child was and I was about to dump the second one. I sighed deeply.

I was very sure Musa wouldn't want to dent his reputation with this child, he would surely deny him and Baby would be placed in an orphanage. I couldn't care less, he could do whatever he wants with his child, he could even kill him, I didn't give a hoot. My top priority to get the burden (Baby) off me and not living with the guilt of killing him.

After that, I would return to Benin city to hustle with Dina and Lizzy.

I was penniless and as a high school dropout, the salary of a 'decent' job wouldn't suffice. I needed quick money. I had to save up enough to return to Mama and Nkiru in the village. I would open up a small supermarket there for myself and also get a small stall for Mama at the market where she could trade so she wouldn't have to work on people's farms anymore. I also planned to sponsor Nkiru's education.

I silently prayed for my plans to go smoothly. I had suffered enough, the past few years had been hell for me. I longed for the peaceful life I tried to run away from in the village.

When we arrived in Lagos, Baby and I lodged into a cheap but decent hotel very close to Musa's estate.

I was very anxious. What if I got caught trying to dump Baby, I would surely get arrested by the Police and they could link me to Broda's murder.

The room was fully air-conditioned but I felt hot and sweaty. I kept on praying my plans to go smoothly so I could get the hell out of Lagos the next day.

I looked at the wall clock. It was 6pm. It was still early, I planned to leave for Musa's house with baby by 11pm.

My stomach began to rumble, I was hungry. I sat up on the bed and reached for the phone on the beside table. I saw a pamphlet with images of food and drinks beside the phone and picked it up to glance through the food menu, I gasped as the prices were exorbitant . I put down the phone as I had a tight budget.

My hunger pangs grew worse but I couldn't risk going out of the hotel to look for something to eat, what if someone identified me?

Baby began to cry. He was also hungry. I hadn't fed him for almost 3 hours. I picked him up and placed him to my breasts.

"This is the last time I will feed you, so suck very well because you won't see me again." I said to him and smiled. "Take your bad luck to your useless father."

We both fell asleep some minutes later.

Baby's cries woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 11:30pm. I had overslept!

I jumped down from the bed and hopped into my jean trousers and wore a facecap on my head. I wore Baby a thick sweater, a wooly cap on his head with a pair of knitted gloves on his hands and also wrapped him up tightly in his shawl to protect him from the cold night, he could be there for hours before he was found and the last thing I wanted was for him to be found dead.

We headed out of the hotel and I boarded an okada to Musa's estate but we had to stop at the entrance because bikes weren't allowed in. I showed the Estate Guards my ID card from Musa's company and lied to them that Musa had asked me to come. They didn't ask me further questions because I was with Baby. I had trekked from the Estate gate to Musa's house with Baby in my arms.

My heart pounded wildly and my palms became sweaty as I got closer to his house. The streetlights made the whole place bright and I could easily get spotted. I had to take the risk.

Low hedges surrounded Musa's fence and I thought that was the best spot to hide Baby. I slowly lowered him behind the hedges and placed him on the carpet grass just by the gates. I placed the note I had written earlier 'This is child is yours Musa. I can't take care of him. Cherry' on Baby's body.

I didn't bother to say goodbye or take one last look at Baby, I felt a bit relieved and was eager to leave.

As took a few steps back, Baby began to wail loudly. I started running. I heard the gates open behind me but I didn't turn to look back, I kept on running. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it would rip out of my chest any second.

"Hey! Hey! Madam stop there!" I heard a male voice call behind me. I doubled my speed.

I kept on running till I reached the gates of the estate. To my dismay, the gates were locked.

"Stop there!" A security man ordered as he scanned me with his flashlight. "Don't move!"

I was too tired to stand still. I placed my hands on my knees as I gasped for breath. My chest felt tight.

"Were are you running to?!" He came closer and pointed the flashlight on my face. "No be you come with baby? Where the pikin?"

Just then, the phone from inside the security post rang. Another Guard who was standing behind him went in to answer the call.

"Yes, We have seen the girl Ma, We would bring her over to your place right away." I heard him say.

I blacked out immediately.

I felt exhausted when we returned home later that day. I kept Baby on the bed and laid down next to him. He was very hungry so I allowed him to suckle and we both fell asleep.

About an hour later, Baby's cry woke me up, he wanted to suckle again. I cursed him and pushed him to the farthest corner of the bed. I tried to go back to sleep but his ear piercing cries kept me awake.

I ignored him and sat up on the bed.
"This evil child, you won't let me have peace for once, go and disturb your useless father!"

I stood up from the bed and took out a kettle from the cupboard. I filled it halfway with water and turned on the camp gas to let it boil.

Baby got tired of crying and went back to sleep.

When the water boiled, I poured some into his feeding bottle then added his formula. I took out the rat poison from my purse and mixed in less than a teaspoon of it into his milk. The color of his milk changed from white to a dull shade of grey which made me wonder If I had added too much. I didn't want him to die immediately, it would be too suspicious. I wanted him to gradually fall sick then die.

I waited for his milk to get cool before I yanked him from the bed. The way I pulled him up gave him a shock and he began to cry.

I roughly shoved the nipple of the bottle into his open mouth. His face contorted when he tasted the milk. He pulled his mouth from the bottle and kept on crying.

I got frustrated and forced it into his mouth again. He pulled his mouth away and clamped his lips together firmly.

I hit his bare lap with my hand and a red welt appeared showing the print of my fingers. He wailed loudly, tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He looked up at me like he expected me to comfort him.

"Shut up your mouth, you devil." I placed my hand over his mouth to dampen his screams. "Your mates fathers care about them, only your own is different."

I removed the nipple of the bottle and held his nose so he couldn't breathe. I poured in the milk slowly into his open mouth.

He cried and kicked his limbs fiercely but reflex made him swallow.

"If you like, choke and die." I said to him

I stopped at intervals until I emptied the contents of the bottle.

"Good boy."

His stomach looked distended and he found it difficult to breathe. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes but he couldn't make a sound. Just as I was about to sit him up to burp him. He began to vomit.

I covered his mouth and nose to stop him but it was no use. I sadly watched him spew all the milk. When he was done, I spanked his bottom with all my strength then dropped him on the bed in defeat. He didn't have the energy to cry, he only gave out a weak yelp.

"Why can't you just leave me? I don't want you!" I screamed at him as I cleaned up the mess.

Tears of frustration rolled down my eyes.
"When will my life go back to normal? I can't continue like this."


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Baby laid lifeless on the floor and blood oozed out slowly from his mouth.

Dina and Lizzy walked into the room and they sighted baby. I wanted to move but my legs felt like they were planted to the ground.

"Jesus! Jesus! She don kill am o! She don kill her pikin." They screamed.

Neighbors rushed into the room and dragged me outside. I wanted to plead with them but I couldn't move my lips.

They ripped my clothes off my body and thrusted Baby's lifeless body into my arms. They whipped my bare skin with twigs and branches. I was made to walk from one street to another while they hurled insults from every corner. Women spat at me and little children threw stones at me.

They stopped when they were sure they had drawn blood from all parts of my body. Dina took Baby's body from my arms before a man put an old car tyre on my neck. Another man moved towards me with a keg and began pouring petrol on me.

I jerked up from my bed and began panting. My chest felt tight.

"Are you okay?" Dina asked rubbing her eyes. My tossing and turning had woken her up. "Go back to sleep, it's just a dream." She yawned.

I shook my head vigorously. It wasn't just a dream. What if it was a revelation? I asked myself. I can't let this evil child be the cause of my death.

"I am going to Lagos tomorrow to see Baby's Father." I said to Dina.

Sorry for the late update. I'm going to over compensate

@leosmaria, this one is for you

Adeola25:
I cried when I was reading the last two updates. My husband was even asking me what's making me cry. It was so really like it happened in real life. Because I knew there are heartless people like her. I was like, see what I am praying to God for and this one wants to kill him. Well done Op and thanks for the update.

God will surely answer your prayers soon Ma'am

Thank you guys for the above comments. Comments like these motivates me

This is my first story and I will like to know your thoughts on it, please drop comments, critics are welcome

Three weeks passed with me staying at home, doing nothing.

I hadn't given my son a name yet so everyone called him Baby.

Baby grew lean as I only breastfed him when I felt like it. Dina and Lizzy tried their best to supplement his feeding with baby formula but they were not always available to do so as they usually had to go out to hustle. I purposely let him starve most of the time.

"Please don't harm Baby before we get back o!" Dina would always warn me before they stepped out.

I constantly felt empty and grew very depressed. I dwelt on my regrets.

I poured out my frustrations on Baby. I stopped letting Dina and Lizzy bathe or dress him so as to hide the marks I inflicted on his body. I prayed for him to fall sick and die but the boy only grew stronger.

On the fifth week after he was born, I grew bored and decided to find a job, no matter how little the pay was. Dina and Lizzy were out that day. I strapped Baby to my back with a wrapper and went out.

I didn't have an umbrella so we walked in the scorching sun. I used my purse to block the sun from my face, I didn't care if Baby's skin got burnt.

I walked from store to store but there was no job available. Even the few stores that had the 'sale's girl wanted' sign refused to employ me because I had a baby.

I did my best not to cry as I walked on the roadside. The sun started to have a peppery feel on my skin and I was very thirsty. I saw a nearby shop and I entered.

"Give me one pure water and two cabin biscuits." I said to the girl selling.

I turned to bring down baby from my back before I sat on a chair.

"Eh! Aunty see as your baby don red...this sun no good for am! Abeg try dey waka with umbrella." The girl said.

I ignored her. She handed me the pure water and biscuits. I gave Baby some water to drink which he guzzled on. He turned his face to my chest and began using his tongue to lick my shirt. He wanted to suckle. I spanked him angrily and pushed his sun burnt face away. He cried out in pain.

"Aunty take it easy, he still small no dey beat am like that..."

I eyed her with disdain. "Abeg mind your business."

I went on to eat my biscuits. The sun was still high in the sky so I decided to relax for a bit under the shade of the store.

"You dey make phone calls?" I asked the girl and she nodded her head.

She handed me the phone and I dialed Mama's number. I didn't want to use my phone to do it so she wouldn't call me back.

"Hello? Hello?" It was Nkiru's voice. I closed my eyes as tears rolled down. "Hello? Can you hear me?" I couldn't speak. I ended the call.

Nkiru called back and I ended her call immediately. I dried my eyes before handing the phone back to the girl.

Mama and Nkiru would be disappointed and think I am a failure if they ever saw me. They were living a better life than I was. I was sure Nkiru had graduated from secondary school and was waiting for an admission into the university. At least one of us would make Mama proud, I sighed.

I looked at Baby's face with disgust. How will I be able to get my life back on track with this one holding me back? I asked.

He innocently sucked on his fist. His eyes met mine and he gave me a wide toothless grin. I didn't return the smile.

The sun became less intense. I stood up from the chair and strapped Baby to my back. I paid the girl for her services. I was about stepping out from the shop before I turned back to face her.

"You dey sell rat poison?" I asked the girl. She went to the shelf to get some and showed me three different brands.

"Which one dey kill rat fast?"

"Take this one. Na kill and dry, E dey kill sharp sharp and you no go smell anything at all when the rat die."

"Very good." I smiled and collected the poison.

There was a knock on the door. A cold shiver of guilt overwhelmed me. Out of shock, I unknowingly removed the pillow from the baby's face, the baby gasped for air before letting out a loud shrill. I wanted to place the pillow back on his face to silence him but whoever was at the door must have heard the baby's cry, it would be too suspicious, I thought.

"Cherry, na me Mama Grace! You dey okay?! Open!" It was our next door neighbor.

I hurriedly threw the blood stained pillow under the bed and went to unlock the door. Mama Grace looked me over and quickly scanned the room before she ran inside to pick up the crying baby.

"Jesus thank you o! You don born...all by yourself! Eh God we give you thanks! You dey okay?" She danced around with the baby for a while.

She called on other mothers in the compound to come assist us. A new razor blade was used to cut off his umbilical cord.

They boiled water for me to bathe with and I got dressed.. The baby was cleaned and wrapped with a swaddling cloth. Mama Grace took it upon herself to take us to the hospital.

As we walked out of the room all my neighbors came out of their rooms to congratulate me. I couldn't even fake a smile in return. I kept on wishing Mama Grace had minded her business, I would have cleaned up the mess and the baby would have been a forgotten issue within a few days.

The baby and I were given some drugs at the hospital and he was given a date for his first immunization.
When we got home, the women in the compound gave him a bath and asked me to breastfeed him. I lied I was too tired and pretended to doze off. They had to feed him with powdered milk mixed with water as he was very weak.

They left him with me to sleep on the bed. I opened my eyes when I was sure everyone had gone. I looked him over. His skin was white like his father's and he had big spiral curls of brown hair on his head. He was Musa's carbon copy. I hissed out loud. I felt hatred towards the baby.

Lizzy and Dina returned home the next day. One of the neighbors had called them to inform them about the birth. They were excited when they saw the baby.

"This one na oyinbo o! So handsome!" Lizzy said out loud as she rocked the baby. She looked at me suspiciously. "Why you no tell us say na oyinbo give you belle?"

The baby seemed limp in Lizzy's arms, I hadn't fed him that morning. He was too weak to cry. Dina and Lizzy didn't take notice of this as they were too excited.

"Does it make any difference?" I rolled my eyes and hissed.

Dina sat next to me and placed a hand on my lap. "Babe, cheer up now...the child is already here, there's nothing you can do about it but to love and care for him. He is innocent, don't use the mistakes of his father to judge him...you don't know who he would become or where he would take you to in life."

I nodded but I didn't take anything she said to my heart. Nothing could make me love that child. It had been one bad luck to another since the day I conceived him.

The baby began to whimper. He sounded so feeble, like a kitten.

"This boy dey hungry, see as him belle flat." Lizzy said and handed him to me.

I refused to take him. "I'm tired."

Both girls raised their brows at me.

"Put breast in his mouth na! The boy is hungry." Dina urged.

You people should leave me alone! I don tire! Make I die on top say I born pikin?!" I laid my head on the pillow and faced the wall.

"Which kind person be this?" Dina clapped her hands in amazement.

Lizzy dropped the baby next to me on the bed. He had started sucking hungrily on his tiny fist.

"Na so your mind strong reach?! Wetin this innocent baby do you?! Pikin wey no know wetin dey occur, you wan kill am for him Papa's sins?!" Lizzy yelled.

Mama Grace walked into the room, the noise had attracted her.

"Why una dey shout? Una dey scare the pikin." She rushed to pick up the baby from the bed. "Ahh! This pikin dey hungry na! See as him light! Abeg feed am." She stretched her arms out to hand me the baby but I didn't take him.

"No mind am, She no wan feed her pikin." Dina answered.

"No worry, no force am...na so some women dey behave when dem newly born...make una try buy the pikin milk dey give am small small till him Mama calm down."

They later bought the baby a tin of milk. He slurped hungrily on the spoon as he was being fed.

I laid in bed all day while Dina and Lizzy took care of the baby. They stopped trying to talk to me when they saw I wasn't responding.

Later that day, my breasts got really heavy with milk and I couldn't stand the pain. I went into the bathroom to express some of the milk. When I took off my bra, I saw that my breasts were engorged and webs of green veins were all over them.

It was too painful when I tried to press out the milk. I gave up and went back into the room. I took the baby from Dina and kept him to one breast.

As he suckled I felt relieved and switched him to the other side.

"Ehen, God don touch your mind..." Dina teased. "Na your blood he be, You be him Mama and na only you he get, take care of am."

After a long session of nursing, I didn't feel the pain anymore. He was already asleep before I detached him from my nipple. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked up at me before he went back to sleep. His eyes were hazel, a deep shade of green with a splash of light brown.

He had a small smile on his lips, he looked satisfied. He reminded me so much of his father, my blood began to boil.

I looked at Dina and Lizzy, they were carried away with their gists. I raised up the baby's shirt and pinched him with my long nails till I was sure I drew blood.

The baby let out a loud wail. I pinched him harder again just before Dina and Lizzy rushed over to check on him.

Wane2:
Jesus Christ!! This girl is crazy. Good to have you back Renderhelp.

greatdeal1408:


welcome back dear. lovely update �

Thanks guys

After staying with Dina and her friend, Lizzy who was also her roommate for a few days, I realised that they were prostitutes.

They took me into their one bedroom apartment. Lizzy softened up to me later and they both treated me kindly. I opened up to them about my dilemma. I didn't mention anything about Broda though. They promised to take care of me the best way they could.

I didn't want to be a liability so I pleaded with them to help me find a job and also lend me some money to get an abortion which I promised to pay back. Lizzy and Dina refused to lend me any money for an abortion, they didn't want to get into trouble.

I spent weeks trying to find a job but I couldn't get any. Benin city wasn't as industrial as Lagos and most of the low paying jobs were taken. I even tried doing odd jobs like washing people's clothes around Dina's neighborhood but it wasn't successful as most women were full time housewives.

I grew frustrated as weeks rolled into months and I was still not able to save up enough money for the abortion.

When I was 6 months pregnant, Dina and Lizzy took me to a nearby hospital to register me for antenatal which I never cared to attend once. I always prayed the baby came out a still birth.

There was a small table top fridge in the room in which Dina and Lizzy kept alcoholic drinks, when they were not around I would drink a lot, hoping it would harm the baby.

Dina and Lizzy usually went out at nights and weekends, when they were around, they spent most of the time sleeping or doing drugs. I wasn't close to them and I felt so alone and depressed. My life seemed stagnant.

I spent most of my days cursing Broda and hoped he was burning in hell. I missed Mama and Nkiru but I was too ashamed to return home in this condition.

One Monday evening, Dina and Lizzy returned from one of their weekend trips. I was surprised to see they came back with baby things. They had bought a baby's bath tub set, clothes and some other things the baby would need. I thanked them but I didn't feel happy about it, they should have just given me the money to get an abortion, I thought.

They saw I wasn't happy and they tried to encourage me, I faked a smile just so they would let me be.

On a Friday night, I was in the room alone as usual when my contractions started. I checked the time and it was 8pm, I was about to grab the hospital bag Dina had arranged for me and rush down to the hospital but something struck my mind.

I locked the room door and laid on the bed, the contractions were still small, I tried to take my mind off it by reading a novel which worked at first.

After about 10 minutes, Sweat began rolling down my forehead and the room seemed to get hotter. I pulled off my clothes and tied a wrapper around my chest. I wanted to run into the bathroom at the back of the house but I was scared our neighbors might see me.

As my contractions grew stronger, I began pacing the room. The pain felt terrible, it was like my abdomen was on fire and my waist would split into two. I gritted my teeth and cursed Musa the bloody coward.

My water finally broke and the contraction that came with it was the worse so far. I almost screamed but I bit down on my tongue and let out a deep groan instead.

"Broda, God will punish you...let the fire in hell be 10 times hotter for you." I kept on saying.

I felt a sharp pain between my legs, I placed my hand there and felt the baby's head. I began to panic. I went into a squat and held on to the dressing table. I did my best not to scream until the baby's full body slid out to the floor.

The placenta came out right after and I stood up to see the tiny baby lying in a pool of blood and some clear liquid substance on the floor. It was a boy.

The baby was crying loudly. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and pressed it over his face, his tiny arms and legs flapped and kicked wildly. I closed my eyes and pressed down harder.

leosmaria:
oh OK.
so how do I contact you privately

Check your mail

Missmossy:
Welcome back Renderhelp dont disappear again ooo.

Yes madam!

The bloody policemen had taken advantage of me in everyway! Water gathered in my eyes. I was frustrated. I began trekking to the junction.

"Things can't get worse." I kept on mumbling to myself. I didn't know anyone in Benin, I had no idea on where to go.

After trekking for almost an hour in the blazing sun, my legs grew tired and I went into a nearby shop. It was a small provision store. A short overweight man sat on a plastic chair at the front of the store as he fanned himself with a book.

"Good- Good afternoon sir." I curtsied as I greeted him.

As I looked around the store and saw the display of various food products my stomach rumbled.

The fat man looked at me suspiciously and frowned. "Wetin you wan buy?"

I concluded he was a stingy man and he would not give me anything without me paying. I chewed on my lower lip and asked anyway.

"Sir...I never chop anything since yesterday...I no get-"

"Madam you Sabi read?" He asked as he began to fan himself rapidly. I nodded slowly.

"Wetin you see for the signboard? Read am out!" He pointed out to a small blackboard placed on the floor at the entrance of the store.

"Sunny and sons company." I read out slowly.

"Dem write Sunny and sons charity for there?! Oya, vamoose!"

"Wetin be all this noise?" A female voice called out from inside the store. A small middle-aged woman slowly walked out of the store, she rubbed her eyes and yawned. She looked like she was just waking up from a nap.

"Honey, no bother yourself, na all these yeye beggars wey no gree find work. Them own na to chop people sweat." He said and hissed.

His wife looked me over with her sleepy eyes. I felt ashamed and turned to leave but she called me back.

Her husband objected but she offered me two sausage rolls and a chilled bottle of coke. She asked me to seat on a plastic chair opposite her husband and eat. Her husband kept on grumbling as I took each bite.

The woman handed me two 100 naira notes and I thanked her and her husband. I felt a bit relieved. I walked out of the store to continue my journey to nowhere.

I kept on thinking of where I would find food and shelter. I had become a destitute. Even if I got any job it would take a long time probably a months before I could raise enough money for an abortion. I had to get rid of the baby fast.

I asked in a few stores for work but they all have me negative answers. The sun got too hot and I went under a tree where some ladies were getting their hair done. The ladies were talking and laughing and they didn't notice me there. I sat on a thick root of the tree and sulked there.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I jerked at the touch, I had been lost in my thoughts. I looked up to see who touched me. It was one of the ladies who was getting her hair done. She was through and she looked like she was about to leave. Her friend was standing behind her.

"Babe, are you okay? I was greeting you."


I stared at her for a while. She had a beautiful honey brown complexion. Her new braids made her small face look fuller and also gave her a nice face lift. She had a small stature but with well rounded hips which made her look amazing in the tight dress she was wearing.

She snapped her well manicured nails at my face.

"Are you okay?" She asked again.

"Dina, make we dey go! I nor sure say she dey sound." Her friend called out from behind.

"I'm fine." I replied slowly.

Dina frowned. "Why are you here? Where are you going to?"

I wanted to lie but my voice froze. I started crying.

"It's okay...it's okay." Dina moved to help me stand up. She stepped back and covered her nose immediately when she got a whiff of my smell. I didn't get offended.

I stood up and lowered my face to the ground as tears continued to run down my face.

"Uhm sorry..." She said as she took off her hand from her nose. "Come with us first, there's a solution to every problem."

Her friend looked at her and frowned. "One day na so you go carry spirit follow body." She said and walked out on us.

"Don't mind her." Dina said and smiled at me. "Let's go." She took my hand in hers and led the way.

Thank you all for having me back.

@leosmaria I can't access my mail