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Till Death Do Us Part!


Except: Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

~Haruki Murakami

~Joro by wizkid.


Swaying my hips to the sound of the music blasting from the mp3 player, I prepare breakfast without having to think too much about everything or anything.


Looking through my laptop on how to prepare cabbage-carrot casserole, I sway to the left with a glass bowl containing flour. The freshly chopped cabbage is laying neatly on the chopping board with the rest of the ingredients that I google out.

There is something missing though, and I can't seem to lay my mind on it. I continue with my dance steps which probably looks ridiculous.


Now, where's the carrot? I asked myself as it was time to steam the vegetables. I went through all the ingredients once more and I find out that it was carrot that was missing.

I check the cupboards, checked the refrigerator and on the sink but the carrot was no where in sight.

I sighed, went to the gas cooker and turned out the light.

I exhaled deeply, I felt annoyed and perhaps a loser.

Now, my cooking is ruined....


‘Is someone cooking breakfast and smells so delicious?’ Kristy asked. I turned to look at her and found her all smiles.

‘Well, the cooking is ruined! I can't find my cabbage’ I told her.

She made a face, as if about to burst out in an uncontrollably laughter. I gave her a glare and she swallowed hard.


‘What do you mean you can't find your carrots, Kay? Did it suddenly grow wings and fly?’ I rolled my eyes at that and huffed. She just smiled,

‘Well, I guess we will just get something from the restaurant. Will you wait for me to get dressed?’ I asked her.


‘Err...nope. I have practicals and I need to be in school right now. So I will see you later big sis’ she said, coming over to the island where I stood and hugged me.

‘Next time, don't forget carrots when making casserole. It's not good for the health of those that really wants to eat it!’ she whispered into my ear, still hugging me.


‘Okay, off you go you little peepsquak!’ I said, trying not to feel ashamed.


‘Yes you highness, your humble servant shall depart!’ she said, bowing deeply and heading for the exit.

‘Have a nice day!!’ I called after her retreating figure.


‘What's that smell?’ I turned to see my husband in all his three piece suit glory. He looked breathtakingly beautiful. I smiled at him.

‘Cooking is ruined, forgot carrots!’ I said, hoping he understands.

He just chuckled and surveyed the whole kitchen with his eyes.

‘I can see that...’ he said.

*************

After the cooking disaster, I was ready to leave for work. Fred left few minutes ago but that was before I made him promise that he would order pizza tonight.

Being back in the big city is actually very amazing. I loved the fact that my sister is here and of course, I couldn't be any less happier without the presence of ‘my man’


In a thirty minutes drive to my office, I remembered all that happened the night before. I didn't know how my aunt got home after the heated conversation and I couldn't care less.

I came up with the idea of buying back my father's properties and getting another lawyer that would handle the case. I wasn't sure if Fred would accept the idea and I wasnt ready to do anything without him.


The drive to work is unusually slow and the soft music of Lukas Graham 7years brings a feeling of nostalgia to me.

Lukas mentioned of when he was 7,he's mama told him to go get some friends, unless he'd be lonely. When I was seven, my parents got roasted by an unknown fire outbreak and I subjected myself to lesser friends and more of my own company.


I was with so many people but yet alone.....


Too engrossed in my thoughts, I didn't see the traffic light and almost bumped into a grey haired man Mercedes Benz.


I escaped by Slim chance...


I chastise myself about negative thinking and concentrated on all the things I would do at work today, especially after I had been away for two months.


Packing my Ford Mustang in the packing lot of ‘Sofia's silver and jewels’, I turned off the ignition and out of the car. Adjusting my black short lace tight short gown with pebbles at the top for beautification, I made my way into the organization.


All eyes on me as I step foot into the organization, leaving the receptionist desk, I'm greeted by the usual grey walls that bore absolute blankness. Staring at the wall, could make one forget about neither the present nor the past. I refrained from staring at the blank walls which only ardonement is a silver necklace that cost about fifty thousand naira.


Making my way into the elevator, I was stopped half way by a voice I know too well, a voice I have gotten accustomed to over the years.


‘Kayla, good to see that you are back from your honeymoon. Report to my office now!’ My boss thundered as she matched away, using the electric moving staircase.


I frowned...


What does she want this time?


I turned away from the elevator and went to the electric moving stairs. After what could be considered as forever, the ever so gracious stairs lands me on the safer side of the ship-oh, damn me and my overdramatic sarcasm!


Offices scattered all over the floor, everyone occupied by their various activities. Running to meet up with their schedules or perhaps walking casually around the place and doing what everyone has gotten accustomed to-gossip.


After been greeted by a dozen of people, I finally make my way into my boss office....

What I say or rather who I saw took my breath away...

Jesus begotten son of the most high!!!






Who do you think that our beloved Kayla saw as she entered her boss office?

It's 12:14 midnight....

How did you see this chapter?

Looking forward for the next!

Tf
What's this??

I think this kind of problem is also applicable to me.

So all that matters is to keep writing as long as it sends a message and make you happy.

It's not everybody that loves chimamanda Adiche books...

So have fun while writing, those who do not have shallow mindset will understand the message you are trying to pass out.

Capisce!!!!

Welcome/Breaking news!


Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

~Albert Camus

~Earned it by The Weeknd(50 shades of grey)

I sat next to Fred in our Audi r8 and was looking at the scenery that rushes pass us due to the motion of the car.

My legs ache due to last night fantastic activities. I couldn't believe that the inhabitants of Kombi could be so thoughtful.

After all the gifts that I didn't know they were capable of giving, we went back to our lodge with a vast feeling of fulfillment.

The silence that accommodated us was sent to exile by the deafening sound of my phone ringtone. I diverted my eyes from the road and began searching for my phone in my purse.

It wasn't there.

I looked at my husband who looked seemingly occupied by the news paper he is reading.

Where could the phone be?

I tried searching under our feet but found nothing!

I exhaled loudly and decided to interrupt my husband's reading.

‘Err..hun?’ I started..

No answer!

‘Hello?’ I waved my hand in his face.

He slowly took his eyes away from the paper and looked at me.

‘Have you seen my phone?’ I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

‘What?’ he asked, seeming oblivious.

‘My phone! You know, that thing which people use to make and answer calls that is about this size’ I said, demonstrating with my hands.

He smiled..

‘I know what a phone is used for, Kayla. I didn't see it, are you looking for it?’ he asked

‘Yes, obviously! It's ringing and I need to find it’ I said, rolling my eyes.

He bent over to the other side of his seat and searched but found nothing. I let out an exhilarated sigh as I saw it next to the driver.

I rushed to pick it up before it stops ringing again.

I am greeted by my aunt's caller ID. I sighed, positioned my frame upright and answered.

I waited for her to speak but heard nothing from the other end. I waited, tapping my index finger on my left thigh.

I sighed loudly again, knowing she wouldn't say anything unless I do.

‘Hello, aunt!’ I said, rather bored with the lack of communication.

There's ruffling at the other side..

‘Hello, Kay?How are you doing?’ she asked.

‘I'm fine, aunt!’ I replied, not bothering to curtsey the question.

After another round of silence from her side, she asked..

‘Are you guys coming back anytime soon?’ she asked, I wanted to ask her why she cared but realising she's not worth the breadth, I replied simply.

‘Yes!’

‘oh! then, In that case, I would like to see you, Kay!’

‘What for?’

‘There are some issues I need to discuss with you about’ She replied, casually.

‘When?’ I asked, biting my lower lip.

‘As soon as you guys get back!’

‘Well, we are on our way back home’ I informed her.

‘Really? Then I will be at the house by 8pm?’ She asked. Was she expecting me to say no?

‘Okay..’ I replied, dragging the words. She hung up without saying anything more.

What else I'm I expecting her to say? Drive safely will probably be the best thing to say to a traveller right?

My aunt has few of her brain nuts loosed.

I dropped the phone nonchalantly beside me and sighed again.

My husband, still lost in his daily times news paper, completely ignoring me.

I place my head on the back seat head rest and thought about how everyone will react if they see us.

I wasn't ready for too much formality and I am thinking of probably retiring early, if we get home early-that is.

~~~~❤

My thoughts of retiring to bed early flew out of the window when we reached the mansion.

Cars where lined up, people were casually walking into the compound as if it was the most normal thing to do.

My home is not an art exhibition show!

We carefully parked in the garage and I looked at my husband.

He is no longer reading but surprise seem to take over his features.

Swarms of people saturate a huge, extravagant first level of the mansion. A large area cleared out in the middle and I recognize this as the zone allocated to dance. Luminous lights flash timely, to the beat of a slow song that is currently being blasted from the music system in the far corner of the area.

A bevy of girls walk past, presumably Kate's age mate with red cups fashioned in their hands, filled with alcohol, I presume. The combination of movement is rapid; everyone seems to be doing something.

I spotted Kate at the swimming pool area with some boys who will be some years older than her. I made to where she is standing without thinking twice.

Before I could pass through sweaty bodies, she spotted me and squealed.

‘Kaylaaaaaaaaa’ She yelled, drawing attention. Everyone who seemed to be busy doing one or two things now stare at me like I am a new Gucci Rolex just released in the market.

I gulped, making my way to her completely.

‘What the hikes!’ I whispered. She just smiled at me like I was a little child who deserved all the treasures of the world.

Geez, did I mention that Kate gives me the goosebumps?

‘Welcome home sister in-law!’ she chirped, making me worried that she might have drank more alcohol than she's supposed to.

I took her by the hand, and drag her away from the boys she was talking to who is now looking at me weirdly.

We marched into the house and was greeted by a happy parent In-law and a little sister.

I squealed, rushed to my sister and scoop her into my arms. She giggled, patting my shoulder dramatically.

I held her closer, probably much tighter than I'm supposed to for her petite frame.

‘I know you missed me, I know’ She said, still patting my back. I smiled and let go.

I went to my mother in law and hugged her too and repeated the same procedure to my father In-law. They all chirped welcome back, and I realised they all were wearing matching shirts which has a tag on it: Welcome back from honeymoon#lovers.

I smiled awkwardly, feeling a little uneasy.

‘I made the shirt!’ Kate said, noticing my awkward state.

‘And forced us to wear it!’ My sister said, winking.

I smiled...

By then, Fred appears by my side, sliding his hand across my waist.

Everyone gave him a cool look, probably expecting him to explain his disappearance.

‘What? I went to greet few friends!’ he said, pecking my shoulder blade.

Kate rolled her eyes and disappeared into the crowd once more. My mother In-law left for the kitchen, my father In-law engaged his son in a father to son conversation and I was left with my sister, who is looking at me in a manner of; you better start telling me everything that happened in that village!

She comes over to me, sliding her fingers to mine and leads me upstairs.

‘You must be exhausted, I will take you to your room’ she said.

We made it to the extravagant stair cases that is large enough to fit a four-wheel truck, and I am not exaggerating.

We make it to my room and I collapsed on the soft bed. My sister starts going through my stuff, touching almost everything and eyeing them.

‘You can take anything you want if you want, Kristy’ I told her.

‘Oh, C'mon! It's not like I want all this fancy stuff. Remember when aunt didn't give us as much as two long mary-Amaka dresses?’ she asked, laughing slightly.

‘Yep. Speaking of aunt, she will be here by 8’ I replied. Her eyes went wide like saucers.

‘What, why?’ she asked

‘Don't know, she said she has some issues to discuss. So I will probably freshen up before she gets here’

She groaned, slapping her forehead.

‘Any problems?’ I asked, concerned.

‘No...i don't want to see her, Kay’ she replied, dragging her palms down her face, thank almighty she doesn't wear makeup.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After all the guest had left, I find out that it was Kate who invited all of those people without the knowledge of her parents. She begged her father for forgiveness but the old man wouldn't hear anything from her. I decided to interject. Apparently, her parents listened to me and forgave her.

After staying over to clean up the house a little, they decide if was time to leave. Fred's parents promised to come back the next day and Kate promised to visit in two days due to her exams.

Now left with my husband, sister and an empty house which the servants probably lost in their little world of gossip, I make it the spacious living room with my sister trailing behind me.

The door bell rang and I jerked from my sleep. I had fallen asleep on the couch, with my sister adjacent to me.

Kristy stands up almost immediately and rushed to the door.

The scent of vanilla filled my nostrils as the woman I had grown with almost all my life make her way into the sitting room with my sister trailing behind her.

I sighed, stood up and went to her..

‘Good evening aunt!’ I greeted.

She looks at me from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet and nodded.

‘Good evening, good to see you are adding more weight’ she commented.

I ignored her and motioned for her to seat down. She sat and I took up another seat opposite from hers while my sister sat with me.

‘I see you are with your elder sister now, Kristina?’ she asked my sister who just nods in agreement.

‘So aunt, what are you here for’ I said, shaking to end the conversation.

‘Oh, how about your husband?’

‘He's upstairs, probably asleep’ I said, resisting the urge to yawn. She notices this, and said.

‘I need him to be here before I say what I have come for!’ she deadpanned.

‘Does he need to be here?’ I asked.

‘Yes, he's a part of the family now, isn't it?’

As I was about to reply, Fred chose to come down.

After he and my aunt had exchanged heated pleasantries, we were all seated, patiently waiting for whatever the madame has to say.

She cleared her throat and began

‘Due to the fact that you are married into a very wealthy family, I have come to ask or rather seek permission to sell off the remnants of your parents property!’ she said.

This took me by surprised as I almost choked on my own breath. I found out my sister is struggling to breath too.

‘What?’ I asked, almost yelling. Trying to get off my seat but was stopped by stronger hand-Fred's.

‘Didn't you hear what I just said, honey?’

‘You want to see off everything my father struggled to build before that fire consumed them?’ I asked, trembling.

‘Yes,dear. Moreover, you two won't be in need of it as you venture into marriage’

I felt hot liquid coming down my face in steady motion. I can't believe this, she wants to sell our wealth? Somehow, she has managed to sell all my father's investments when were little with the claim that she's using it to train us up. I didn't have a say to it because I was young and now that I'm old enough she still wants to use that game on me.

I shot my eyes and open them again. I faced, standing up from my seat and wrenching my hands away from my husband's hold.

‘You will never do no such thing. Over my dead body!’ I told her, with my moist eyes. She seems to be taken aback by my words. I could sense her quiver and I used that as an opportunity to stand up for my right.

‘You think you can come here and tell me bullshit like you did years ago, then you are completely mistaken, aunt Adanna. I am no longer a foolish little girl that you can deceive. I'm grown now and if you do as much as touch my father's remaining property, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of you damned life!’ I told her.

‘You can't do anything, Kayla. I have already talked with the lawyer and he has agreed on the issue. I'm selling it and no one will tell me differently!’

The nerve of that lady!....

I became confused, looking for something that I would say to hit her heart out. Then....

‘You mean the lawyer who you usually bleep outside your marriage?’ I said, wanting to regret my outburst, but it was all true.

‘You, you spoilt brat! I fed you, clothed you, gave you all that you need when your useless parents where as good as dead. Now, you stand in my face to insult me?’ she spat

‘And I will do it over again, if you lay a hand on my father's property!’ I told her, yelling the words out.

She seemed to cringe at my tone. I turned to look at my husband who was extraordinarily quite. He was just staring at the glass center table, anger boiling inside of him.

I went to my sister and took her hand. Her eyes were soiled with tears and I hated it. I took her to her room and promised her everything would be OK. After she fell asleep, I left for my own room.

When I went in, Fred was no where around the room. I sighed and retired to bed.

This was not the type of welcome back home I was expecting.....





Okay soldiers, this is basically my longest chapter so far with about 2340 words..

I'm kind of suggesting that Kayla's aunt by thrown into jail..

What do you think should be done to aunts like that?

I'm super duper looking towards the next chapter!!

Ann2012:
One chilled champagne for u OP
My Kayla is safe

Abi ooo
Thanks!

I think I'm going to share the chilled champagne with you btw

Anticipate


Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: The battle you are going through is not fueled by the words or actions of others;  it's fueled by the mind that gives it's importance.

~Shannon L. Alder

~Safe and sound by Taylor Swift

Third person point of view.

She is a strong woman, fearless with a tad bit of fighting spirit. She couldn't fight four men all by herself, especially when she didn't visit takwando school.

Locked away in that desolate place, she decided to keep mute, oh! what little can she do when she has tape across her lips?

She fell constantly asleep, you might need some sleep in situations like this. But she's different, she revels in the sweetness of sleep. At least, it helps her keep her head straight!

As the day fell rapidly, the lingering light is obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transforms into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfs the skyline. A canopy of luminous stars materializes amongst the ocean of blackness. Some are dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there is an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night.

The inhabitants of the little village- kombi, were blessed with such amount of intelligence and hard work. They were up and doing, going about their respective works with a little secret hovering above their heads. They would smile knowingly to each other, and sometimes nods in agreement.

They were preparing for something big, extraordinary even. The men have ventured into the forest to kill eatable animals. The boys had gone to the river to catch some fish. The girls are cleaning, making sure everything was in order. The women(old and middle aged) were preparing, humming and silently praying for forgiveness for what they are about doing is big and perhaps intriguing.

All this while, dear Kayla was locked away, with only darkness for companion. With her tears as solitude.

Fred on the other hand, was desperate to finds his missing wife. No one seems to know her whereabouts. He felt useless, perhaps not man enough to protect his soul mate. He blamed himself on countless occasions for leaving her alone at home. This is the reason he doesn't let her out of his sight. But will he continue to keep her by his side always?

The preparation is in full speed now, the night is nigh and the agreed time of the occasion is drawing closer.

After what seemed like a decade with famine, the time finally came.....

~~~~~~~❤

The loud beat of the drum can be heard from heaven. Even Jesus will be proud, almost reveling to the sound of the music.

The dancers lined up in beautiful parade, filling out in order and taking over the sound of the music.

Twisting, shaking and sometimes jumping in a dramatic way, they will go according to the music, erupting a loud cheer from the people present.

The girls, now no longer too busy with chores, painted their faces in amazing pattern that might take the breadth away from a man with sensible hormones.

They looked adoring, almost worshipable, like the goddess herself.

The boys, masked with ancient face masks, masquerading themselves as the rebellious ones, but beautiful in their own creative.

The men, clad in animal skin clothing, feeling like the owners of the land and shaking their heads to the sound of the music.

The women, with their rapper of many colors will sometimes dance accordingly, tying and re-tying their rappers around their waist.

The ceremony was in full speed now, everyone with huge smiles wide across their faces.

As they brought her out of that desolate place, clad in the most beautiful attire that the land had ever seen, they led her weak body to the high seat. They make her sit upon it, like a princess in the most adoring world of beautiful flowers.

She would open her eyes, unsure of the happenings around her. She will sometimes, try to figure out if of a truth, she will die by fire. She would look around, trying to see with her weak eyes if there is a burning fire large enough to consume her fragile frame. But all she saw was a little fire in the middle of the square. Burning vigorously and consuming the woods tossed into it frequently.

She would see beautiful smiling faces about her and she would wonder if they reveled in her weak state. She was vulnerable, she knew it. But there was nothing she could do.

As she lifted her head up towards the entrance of the square, she saw a figure, slowly making its way towards the square. No, the figure was not quick, it was slow, walking and looking about him like he doesn't know what he was doing here.

As she observed further, the figure appeared to be someone she know, almost like someone she had swore to live the rest of her life with. She looked closer, more closer as the little fire that illuminated the moonless night slowly radiate on his face. Then....

Fred....

Oh, was he here to save her? To take her away from this monstrous place. Perhaps into their little world of bliss, where she was sure there is peace of mind and hope for another day.

As she watched closely, it seemed like he was confused, almost lost!

He began talking with the men at the corner and before she knew what was happening, he is dressed just like a king. With the most fanciful ropes that can only be found in the ancient world of Greek.

He smiled to everyone, the fear and confusion that once hovered across his face, now replaced with complete happiness.

Her heart fell, a thousand times more...

He is among them, he wants to kill her too.

What had she done, what grave atrocity has she committed to land her in so much trouble. To the extent that even her husband is with them. She felt like the son of god in the Bible, during the day of his crucifixion. She felt abandoned and wept inwardly.

Fred made it to her side, lifting her face tenderly. With so much love in his eyes, so much joy that is unexplainable. He stroked her cheek casually, wiping away the tears from her face. With his eyes telling more than his mouth could say.

As if on a cue, he made her see what she didn't see. He made her see freedom, love radiating from the people around her.

She saw it, but refused to believe it....

A girl about fourteen years of age came to her, with a tray of delicious pepper coated roasted meat. Bowing before her like she is their queen, she handed her the tray and said..

‘This is for all the good things you have brought into our village. You are a blessing and may the gods of our land prosper you’ she bowed deeply again, almost toppling over.

A smile crept unto her lips, she wasn't sure, but she knew she is smiling. The tears already dried due to her husband constantly wiping it away with the back of his palm.

Her husband....

She turned to him and gave him a questioning look, he smiled.

‘You knew about this?’ she asked, surprised she can find her voice.

‘No, I was devastated when I didn't find you at home. I searched everywhere, beat Otenga to pulp. Still, I couldn't find you. I was afraid’ he said, with a hint of sadness in his eyes that was immediately replaced by a genuine smile.

She smiled back and looked about her again, this time not the way she had done.

Hope lingered in the eyes of everyone and she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that her lungs ached. She kept on laughing, this was all a joke.

She isn't going to die by fire after all.

‘So you guys didn't plan to roast me alive?’ she asked, trying to control her outburst.

They looked at her confused.

She looked at herself, finding out she was no longer in her leather skirt but a very beautiful laced gown.

‘It was hard getting you into that with you sleeping so peacefully!’ An elderly woman said.

After the heart pouring of kindness, the ceremony kicked off in full swing.......





How was this chapter?

It was hard writing it without revealing the villagers hidden plans.

Hope it was bearable?

Now(drum roll)

More drama is yet to come. If you think kombi is heart wrenching enough, watch and see how the big city would be....

Ann2012:
Who womannapped my Kayla now
Op, nothing must happen to her else I'll hold you responsible

Lol

You'd be surprised to see what happened to her...

Thanks for reading, babe

Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: we should love, not fall in love, because everything that falls, gets broken!
~Taylor Swift

~Stitches by Shawn Mendes

Fred's pov

The past few weeks had been Frankenstein on death race for me. I have been very busy, organizing and trying to see if I would put things in order before we leave.

Returning home will mean extra work and probably lesser time for my dear wife Kayla. I don't think I would last a day without seeing her beautiful face. Oh, that eyes! That eyes that shine both in joy and in terror, hope and hopelessness.

That eyes has always pushed me to work hard to wake up every single day just to see her beautiful face.

Friday, I left the house to go visit chief Ukwa for some businesses. I'm planning on working the roads that lead to kombi. I'm also planning on giving them straight out electricity. The amount of diesel consumed in my lodge was getting increasingly alarming, so I I had to do something.

~~❤

Coming back at exactly 4:00pm, I knocked on door to our room.

There was no answer...

I knocked again, still no answer..

Maybe Kayla went out to see some people whom she had made acquaintance with. I pushed the door open and went in.

‘Hun...’ I called, just to be sure she wasn't in.

She was no where in the room. I shrugged and made to the fridge.

After taking out a bottle of beer, I sat at the dinning. I let my eyes stray around the room and my eyes caught something.

I made to the sofa and found Kayla's phone.

How did she leave her phone behind?

Shrugging, I left the phone on the dresser and made to the bed with the bottle beer in my hand. Placing the bottle on the rugged floor, I took off my shoes and then my clothes. Tossing it where I would remember it by tomorrow, I made to the shower.

Five minutes later, I was done showering and I wore a nikka with an army designed singlet.

I turned on the TV and took out another bottle of beer.

~~�

5:56pm

Kayla was still not home. I got worried, stood up from the sofa that I almost fell asleep on.

I left the room with my shirt over my shoulder, making it to the receptionist desk.

On seeing me, she smiled sweetly and I just flashed her two sets of white teeth.

‘Good evening sir, how may I help you?’ She asked, looking at me in a manner that some girls in a club house would do ---seductively.

I refrained from rolling my eyes at her foolishness.

‘Have you seen my wife?’ I asked. Her face went blank and for a moment, I thought all the color drained from her features. She definitely didn't expect me to ask that.

I cleared my throat momentarily and asked again...

‘Have you seen my wife?'

‘Errmm, well, errmm errmm....’  she stammered.

‘...no... How do you mean, sir’ she said, trying to regain herself.

‘well, I can't find her anywhere and she didn't go with her phone so I was wondering if you saw her going out today?’ I asked.

‘No sir, I have not! I have been here all day, I haven't even set my eyes on her’ she replied, disgust visibly written on her face.

I got more worried. What is going on?

I was sure the receptionist wasn't lying.....

As I was deep in my thoughts, someone rushed into the lodge..

‘Oga sir, Oga sir!’ the man called, sweating and panting like someone who had been chased by house rat.

’Is there any problem?’ I asked

‘Madam...your wife... I see am.... Some people come, put bag for her head and carry am go’ he explained.

‘What do you mean, some people’ I asked, confused.

‘Sir, you wife has been womannapped!’ he confirmed.

I stared at him, trying to understand what he was saying.

Then it clicked!

Jesus banana bending Christ!!

I rushed into our room, got my keys and I was out of the lodge in a flash.

I was raging, my anger speeding to high degrees at every second that passed

I only have one person in mind....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~••••••••

I parked in front of a thatched roof house and turned off the ignition of the car. Hauling myself out of the vehicle, I dashed into the building.

Otenga is seating on a bamboo chair, about eating the food that he's wife had served in front of him.

I went straight at him, picked him from his seating position, which made the food tumble and scattered on the floor.

Before he could register what was happening, he was already at the far end of the room. Things that decorated the small room falling as his body made contact with them. He winced, stood up and was about to speak. I shut him up with a punch to his lip.

His lip swelled....

I watched him stand up, wiping blood out of the corner of his mouth with the back of his palm. I waited, watching him stagger.

‘You perverted son of a bachelor! Oh, wait, you're married!’ he spat. I waited, patiently.

‘What in the name of burning hell are you doing?’ he asked.

‘Where's my wife?where's Kayla?’ I asked, getting more angry as the seconds tick

‘I have no idea what you are talking about!’ he replied, trying to calm himself down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~••

Fate

Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: We learned to fight our demons, succeeding only once but succumbing afterwards!
~Sochey

~God Favour Me by Hezekiah Walker.

Two weeks later❤

I see you, you see me. We smile to each other. Our faces radiating because of the line that crosses from our mouth to both sides of our cheeks, but our eyes tell differently.

Our eyes tell a different story of sadness, but we are still smiling, staring at ourselves with so much joy radiating from our faces and perhaps our body--But why not our eyes?

Why do our eyes tell us another story, why do our eyes speak differently, why do we pretend to not see the happenings in our heart?

I see you, you see me too! (Sochey)

This part is dedicated to Ann2012 (Nairalander)

Thanks for all your helpful comments. It means a lot to me. And to my ghost readers, I sight you jare

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The time for departure is slowly coming. We were ready to leave the small world of kombi and venture into the big city were our lives were merged together. I was happy, at the same time, feeling like I will miss this little village that has brought pain, happiness, joy, togetherness and as well as sorrow into the lives of I and my husband.

Since morning, Fred was on the phone, calling, yelling and cursing at the people who he was talking with. Whenever I ask him, he would say that they were the servants from the house or workers from the office who would not do what they are supposed to do.


Friday came, our departure will be tomorrow which is Saturday. So I decided to stay home on Friday and see if I will calm my nerves and just take care of myself. The last few days has been hectic and as the wife to a benevolence giver, I was in charge of helping the poor women cook and create a lot of things that I would never have done on my own.

I lay on the sofa, watching random film on my phone when I heard a loud bang on the door. Firstly, my heart leaped but then I calmed myself down. Stood up, adjusted my tight short leather skirt, my beige fluffy sweater and made to the door.

I opened the door without thinking and the next thing I met was darkness.....

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I opened my eyes to see myself in a small room that almost resembled a janitors office(if you know what I mean). I tried to struggle but the knot around my wrist was too tight. I let out an exasperated sigh and shook my head. Is this how I will end? Is this how I will never get to make babies for sweet Fred? Is this how I will probably be sacrificed to the poverty stricken god's of kombi land that probably derive joy in taking the lives of newly married women?

I shook my head, feeling warm liquid drop down from my eyes. I cried a silent cry that only causes damage to the human fabric than the loud outburst of tears. I wept silently, the tears refusing to stop. Goddammit! I need to hold myself together, I need to find a way out of here. But how? I looked around for something sharp that I can lay my hands on. At least, break the bonds. But found nothing other than pile of clothes and mops and dustbin basket and anything that is used in cleaning a house.


Few minutes later, the door opened...

‘I think she's awake!’ I heard someone say. It resembled a voice of a teenage boy. Was I kidnapped by teenagers? Probably the ones that are looking for humans to sacrifice for money--you know, all these get rich quick teenagers.

‘Yes, I think we should go and tell Ofor’ Another voice said, not teenage at all.

I opened my mouth to speak but what came out of my mouth surprised me.

‘Mmph nnrrgg miaaa’  I said.

What was wrong with my mouth? I tried to lick my lips but my tongue came in contact with harsh substance. Glue? Tape? You know the type they use in movies to seal the mouth of the kidnapped Victims?

‘I think she's trying to say something’ The teenage boy said.

‘Leave her to be!lets go before Ofor finds out that we have not gone to fetch the fire woods’ The other person said.

‘Yes oo..we should go and fetch the fire woods Now!’ The teenage boy confirmed. The next thing I heard was the clicking of a door and then the slamming of a door. In other words, the opening and closing of a door.

Blimey.... I'm alone again.

I tried to keep my eyes open. At least, I wanted to see when they will take me to their shrine. Probably appreciate nature once more. It seems like they were going to burn me alive since the two men talked about firewood.

Roast me alive? That word sounds oddly  familiar.

Then I remembered burning house and my parents and everything that I have lived to enjoy.

I broke down. Am i going to die by fire just like my parents? The realisation hitting me like strayed bullet.

I shut my eyes and then blankness.....








Next chapter will be on Fred's point of view.

What do you think happened to Kayla and who's responsible for it?


I got flagged by Nairaland Spambot, so I didn't update as promised yesterday.

Hey Divepen1

About the blockage thingy.... Please help!