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5ircreepy:
Tbm for president. Well, Nike should be careful, cause all that came before her were not spared by sango.

@bolded. what? U wan make Apc and Pdp join hands to kill me? Abeg o.... Presi wat? I beg o

Cadec007:
no Problem sire, we got ur back!

you have no idea how soothing those words are to me. Thanx boss

122. COUNTLESS.


I never knew karma has a sibling who is also a b!tch until that very moment when I was wailing uncontrollably and guiltically on the floor. The name of that sibling b!tch is Guilty conscience.

I had the luxury of time in abundance to reminisce on the past.
All the thoughts of what might and could have been the outcome of Joke's life if I hadn't allow her mum to sugarcoat me into sleeping with her began to temple run in my mind. Although I must admit, I didn't really give her mum a fight when she make that request of me. Back then, I only saw the opportunity to satisfy a sexual urge in her request and that feeling blocked out my total ability to consider what the future consequences might be.

If I hadn't accepted Doris's offer, she wouldn't have had a complicated pregnancy. And again, she wouldn't have had any reason to hand me over to Beatrice. Secondly, I wouldn't have met Jude, her husband while working for Beatrice. Beatrice and Jude wouldn't have been sold out to the police by me when the latter tried to kill me. And most of all, Joke wouldn't have been a practical orphan as a result of my decisions.

Doris, whose life's last day's ambition was to mother a male child was unable to cuddle the fruit she've laboured so hard for. Thats chronically one kind of a twisted fate.

Eventually after some hours without being able to comfort eachother since Joke haven't opened the door yet, our wailings subsided. Mine because my throat was getting dehydratedly sore and hers, well I don't know why she stopped.

***

"so, do you happen to know the bastard that impregnated her?" Making sure I conceal my hypocritic tone, I asked Joke, hours after we've cried our eyes out and now sitting on the edge of the bed inside her room. She had called Nike earlier and has given her instructions on what next to do on how and when to transfer their mother's body back to Nigeria and the younger sibling had consented to it and have immediately started making arrangements.
I was expecting her to tell Nike about our relationship but for reasons best known to her, she didn't. After the call with Nike, she placed alot of calls to some other people whom I presume to be a member of her family, informing their lots of the demise of her mother.

Taking a sip out of the coffee Mama Bola made for the two of us, she cleared her throat and released a sorrowful sigh in preparation to answer my question.

"that would be the day that bastard kisses this world goodbye." She dropped that with a slight tone of hatred and stern determination.

"what?" I queried confusedly.

"the day I see the face of that bastard that ran away after impregnating my mum...hun...heaven will weep that day!" She stated vehemently and took another sip from her coffee.

To be sincere, that statement and the kind of venom with which she used in spitting it out got me really scared. I begin to wonder how she will retaliate the moment she finds out that am the one that impregnated her mum. In other words, she and Nike are now my step daughters and am about to marry the former very soon. Well, as you can see, this is really a very complicated situation that needs a lot of carefulness on my part if I don't want to blow things out.

For a moment right there staring deeply into Joke's sorrow-laced eyes, I imagined a future without her, but it wasn't a pleasant imagination atall.
Although my love for her makes me want to just confess all my sins to her, but the risk of losing her kept me from doing so. And that very moment, I promised myself to always make her happy. Yes, you read right. Always. No matter what it takes.

"whats troubling your mind?" Joke's questioning voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"ah!...hun...hum...nothing just trying to get my mind around the whole misery surrounding your mum's pregnancy....you know, hypothetically speaking, its kind of weird."

"believe me... I've tried severally myself, but...." She stood up and paced the room for some minutes before she turned around to face me. "did you see any indication of pregnancy on her the last time you saw her?"

"what kind of question is that? How am I suppose to know that?"

"oopss, sorry..you're actually right..there's no way you could have known.." She flashed me an appealing smile and continued. "please dear, I have a request to make of you...will you do it for me please?"

"hmm...well, if it doesn't start with 'Give' and ends with 'Your life to christ'. Sure...I'll do it."

"funny you...I just want you to forgive me for not coming clean with you about what was really happening. I was just so hopeful that things will turn out differently but apparently I was wrong. So please don't hate me dear." She pleaded with a look that makes it difficult for me to hold any grudge against her and it was that moment that I knew fully well that she's my soulmate.

We went on to have a lot of conversations that night. And it was during the discuss that I knew the name of my child. His name is Chris.

***

We were just coming back from Doris's home town. Where Joke and I had went to announce the tragic news to her mum's only surviving uncle and aunt.
Along the road, we stopped at a filling station to re-fill the tank. When the male attendant finished attending to our car, I quickly approached the super mart inside the fuel station to get soft drinks for Joke and acoholic drinks for myself. Hoping that would atleast, ease away the effect of Doris's demise thats been eating hard on Joke since the previous days.

Before I left the car, Joke was inside the car soliloquizing quietly, hence rendering all my efforts to lighten up her mood since we left her family house turn to waste. So you can understand how, suprised, confused and shocked I was when I returned to the car with the drinks, only to find her chatting and laughing loudly at whatever conversation she was having with the male fuel attendant.

I shifted my gaze at the attendant and he was having this nasty grin replica to that of someone that just got a schorlaship on his face.

I began to rack my brain to deduce how this stranger have managed to lighten up the mood of someone that have been wailing and sobbing since daybreak, but I wasn't able to come up with any rational thing.

To make matters worst, Joke broke out a powerful laughter to the extent that she collided and rested her fist on the chest of the fuel attendant.

'have had enough!' As if Bokoharam is not enough, now she's adding armed herdsmen to my list of worries.

Jealousy played a striking role in my mind and furiousity played as its supporting striker as I marched to them and when I got in between them, I stopped and gave the guy a cold and deadly stare that meant a thousand unspoken words.

"we were just talking dear." Joke said. She must have noticed the way I was staring at the poor guy before she said that.

"I know...just want to make sure you weren't doing more than that."

"am sorry sir, we...." The guy tried explaining but the bitter daggers I gave him made him to reconsider his actions.

"lets go dear." Joke said and dragged me inside the car. I drop the drinks on the dash board and ignited the car.

"so whats your story with that fuel attendant guy..?" I asked her without turning my gaze to her, after some minutes of silent driving.

"well, remembering the embarrasment I suffered from you back there, lets just say its a short story called None of your business." She replied sharply and I was smart enough to catch the anger in her tone.

"wait, don't tell me you're angry cos actually, am the one who's suppose to feel all boxed up right now."

"are you done?...take me home please...have got a very hectic schedule tomorrow."

I casted her a confused glance for some seconds before deciding against pushing the issue further. She's truly a changed woman.

***

The following day arrived so fast like a speeding bullet.
It was the day Doris's body will be flown home in an air-ambulance.

At ten a.m, Joke received a call from her sister. Nike had called to inform her that the air-ambulance had just arrived at the Muritala Mohammed airport in Lagos.

After the call, Joke made some calls to her mum's friends and family to inform them of the latest update after which they all agreed to meet at the burial ground by 4pm.

Fast forward to 2hrs later. Joke, I and two middle-age members of her family have arrived just in time to meet Nike and the Meds that escorted their mum's coffin to Nigeria.

Unfortunately, Joke and her two relatives were the only ones permitted to receive Nike and the coffin at the terminal.

I was asked to wait inside the car by the two older men. I'd waited for more than an hour before I eventually saw Joke in company of Nike walking out of the terminal in front of the two relatives who were pushing a wheel-coffin, coloured in black from their rear.

Nike, who without any heavy make up still looked maturely beautiful and was claded in a black crop top and blue pencil jean trousers. She had this pinafore-like bag (well I don't know what ladies call it) strapped across her chest and inside the pinafore-like bag lies a sleeping, light-skinned baby boy. I presume the boy to be Chris. The child of Doris and I.

As they approach the car, my heart began to race faster than normal. One, the nervous anxiety to see my child and two, seeing the coffin of Doris got me really scared.

"is that Darous? Whats he doing here?" I heard Nike say just as they got to the car. I sluggishly step out and approach them.

"yes ofcourse." Joke had replied her.

Just after that, Nike spent the next few seconds staring at my face as the two elderly men got busy with getting the coffin inside the hired-ambulance.

"long time Darous.." Nike said with a mischievious grin that got me speechless. Then she un-strapped the pinafore and handed the baby to her sister. After that she rushed at me and gave me a very tight hug before she whispered this into my ear. "fool! My mum have told me everything!"


TBC.

121. COUNTLESS.


Have consulted every available dictionary at my disposal trying to come up with a word that can best describe my feelings towards Adejoke Charles but unfortunately I haven't been quite able to do so.

The words have seen so far have proven to be pure understatements when compared to what I was truly feeling in my heart. Perhaps maybe its due to the fact that have never experience true love with any other person, both before and after Adejoke came into my life.

But since its very imperative to explain my feelings for Joke to you and not minding the fact that its not easy to do, nonetheless, am going to try and explain it in more literal understandable terms.

Erm, erm, lets just say she's someone that, being with her alone without uttering any word makes me more happier than this remark my class teacher in secondary school mistakenly wrote in my 3rd term result, 'promoted to Js3. Next term begins in two years time.' Trust me, I nearly fainted on that day.

But if the above literal example isn't enough, let me ask you, have you ever been in love? Categorically, lets say blindly in love? Madly in love? Crazy in love? Foolish in love?.

The reason why am asking is that, the only way you can understand the way I love Joke is if you have ever been in those phases of love. But if you haven't been in any of the above mentioned ailments of the heart, am sorry to tell you that you're missing one of the few lovely things this cruel world has to offer as compensations for the sufferrings it has been inflicting on our poor souls.

Well, without mincing words, am truly in love with Adejoke. Infact, loving her has started making me do things I never thought I'd ever do in a lifetime.
Things like getting unnecessarily jealous and getting incensantly paranoid.

It happened one day, barely a week after we got engaged, that I got to her house and walked in on her making a call. I decided to wait till the end of the call but when I heard the voice of a man from her phone's speakers, I curiously snatched the phone from her and began shouting at the other person without checking the caller I.d.
"if you ever call my fiance again, I swear to gawd, I'll find you, I'll kill you and then I'll kill myself just to make sure you end up in hell."

"sorry sir, this is the MTN customer care center and your wife just called us to get the P.U.K of her blocked simcard....thanks for choosing MTN and have a nice day sir." Came the reply from the other end moments before the call was murdered.

At that moment, I had no choice than to check the caller I.d and truthfully, it was 180. I looked at Joke whose seething expression was featuring frustration. I then drop the phone on top of the table and begin to beg her.

"please am sorry, I thought you..."

"will this ever end?" She cuts in. "When will you start trusting me? I think you're already taking this too far and seriously, am getting tired..." She continue lamenting while I just bowed my head in regret.

Weeks after, all my attempt to see her were futile as her work had consumed most of her time and when I do go to see her at night in her house, she always complain of tiredness.

I don't know maybe she's trying to avoid me or plain result of her works nature but hence the more reason why we need to talk. There's a lot to talk about, I need to know about her mum. Doris, you remember my relationship with her right? Yes, I need to know about her, and since I haven't seen either her nor Nike since have re-established my relationship with Joke, all the more reason why I needed to.

But after a lot of pressure, I eventually got her to talk to me one day.
"my mum is now in America, helping my sister to face her studies...so dear.." She placed her palm on my laps and smiled at me briefly before she continued. "don't worry, both of them will consent to our relationship." That was the reply she gave me after I'd asked her about her mum and Nike.

"am not saying they won't but am just worried on why I haven't heard from neither of them..."

"do you trust me?" She asked.

"when we are counting sinners, do we have to count the devil too?"

"just answer me jor, do you?" She reiterated with a squinted look.

"do you even have to ask?"

"then, trust me on this...am doing everything to make this work." She concluded and the matter was never again spoken of thereafter even though I have a feeling she was hiding something but the blind love I have for her won't let me query her. You can't blame me. Am in Love!

***

Few months have passed since the day she said that unforgettable 'YES'.

I had already introduced her to my parents and siblings, plus including my new rich friends. My friends have taken both of us out on multiple occassions to exortic bars and eateries. Well, thats there own idea of welcoming her to their midst.

***

With hastened steps and mind full of curiousity, I barged into her compound through the slightly opened small gate after I'd parked my car infront of the big one.

Earlier, I had received a call from one of my rich friends, who informed me that he saw my fiancee arguing with another driver on her way home. And before he could park his own car to approach her just to know whats going on, she'd already enterred her car and zoomed off in a suspicious hurry.

After dropping the call, I was so worried and perplexed that my getting to her place without engagging in any form of accident remains but absolute misery to me considering the rate at which I'd drove the car recklessly on my way to her house.

I glanced around after stepping into the compound and the curiousness and anxiousness in me collaborated with eagerness to compel me to drop a frightened sigh the moment I saw her car parked in a very unusual way.

That was all the confirmation I needed to acknowledge the reality that, something is really wrong.

Standing right there, I began to wonder what could have happened? A 35-million-snake-swallowed thoughts began to video call in my mind.

But then, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind as the initiative to find out her wellbeing seems stronger than those thoughts.

It was starting to drizzle and without any further ado, I headed straight for her sitting room. I met one of her house helps inside and questioned her of the whereabouts of her mistress.

"uncle Daruusmart, something is wronging with madamu o."

"Mama Bola, please tell me. Where is she?" I queried impatiently again.

"she dey upstairs o but...." I didn't let her finish her statement before I switched to my Buggatti mode and within seconds, I was inside her room.

"honey? Sweetie? Where are you?" I voiced after glancing around and all that was staring at me was her absence and the untidy look of her always tidy room. I became instantly more worried as I stood at akimbo glancing frantically across the room.

I spent some few seconds trying to figure out what could have prompted the agglomeration of the room but couldn't find one.

I retraced my steps back to the lobby in an attempt to ask mama Bola where her boss really is, but just as I was about to descend on the steps, a few metres away from the study room, a loud wailing sound caught my sense of hearing.

Yes, you guessed just right. The speed I took towards the study room was faster than both the kidnap and return of the Dapchi girls.

"kpin." Thats the sound of the door handle that has refused to open. I tried opening it again, but all to no avail but yet, the wailing and its wailer are getting more seriously loud with each passing second I spent trying to open the door.

"Joke! Please open the door!" I shouted after working up a sweat and the door still won't open.

"Darous?!" Came the reply from inside.

"yes Joke, its me..please open this door...talk to me...please..." I stated as quickly as any fast talker could do while my head was still clunged to the door.

"Darous...please go away.." That came out very soft with a sobbing sound but its effect on me was the contrary. "am cursed! Please go away before I infect you with my curse."

"what course are you talking about? English 101 or Maths 2018?"

"am damn serious! Go away!"

"not until you open this damn door!" I shouted back.

"no..no...I can't risk the chance of infecting you too." She paused to sniff but I listened on. "why is my life turning out like this... When she told us that she was travelling out of the country, we were so happy that we didn't smell any foul. Just five months after, we received a call from a hospital in Norwich informing us that she's in labour and requesting for our permission before they can carry out the operation on her since she's too weak to deliever by herself. We had to go there on an impromptu circumstances." She paused again to draw a long sorrowful breath. "before we got there, they've already performed the operation. One of the babies had already died in her womb while the other was hale and bouncing but mum was in a coma.
The doctor's have tried all their best and we've nearly exhausted all our resources on her which was why I had to let my sister stay with her while I had to come back here to work up some money to continue her treatments....although the doctors have been preparing us for this inevitable moment..." At that moment, my mind have switched to trance mode. A lot of awkward and regretful thoughts have started emanating in my mind.
"even though, am not suppose to take it this bad, but now...all the money spent over a year, the efforts and life have gone to waste."

"Joke...wait a sec please... Which language are you speaking...am not catching up please.."

"are you not listening to me!?" She cried out acrimoniously. "my mother is dead! She died hours..a..ago.." She bursted into cries thereafter and then the awful reality sets in to my mind, I dropped to the floor and joined her in this new classwork of wailing.

After sending her father to prison and technically involved in her mother's death, lets face it,

Am The Curse Of Her Life!


TBC.

fobiflex:
my sub finished last month, I refused to resub cuz I wasn't getting value for my money for my network provider, but cuz of your story I changed my mind yesterday and was so disappointed that after more than 3weeks not a single update yet

bro abeg no vex. But just know that everything is under control. Very soon updates go start to dey sha pra pra...

lonewolf23:
guy don't us that how we use to do,take all the time you need so far you will update soon.TBM is truely BLESSED

thank u my bro. Happy new month.

Updates are cooking guys! Remain small abeg. Am planning on rounding everything up at a go. Thankz o...

TitansLove:
Am nt a bro but a lady TBM. anyways thanks for the appreciation

oops! My bad. Hope ur'nt going to file a law suit against me for misinterpretation of gender?

BiadeFolar:
TheBlessedMan sir, how bout son'tin 4 this weekend?

bro..ts been a hectic week 4 me o. But wil try and drop sometin 2mao. Thankz nd Godbless

Dynamik007:
TBM good morning everyone in the house... hmmm TMB, TBM!!!! when?

oga mi, when what?

KoseweKosegbo:
No one knows where the tori is gonna end except from TBM,this is superbly superb...biko let darous av a better end the guy v gone through a lot ...
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see ooooo....team Darous finally arriving. Anyway its up to Darous himself to tell us how things eventually ended. Either gud or bad or worse...I can't tell o....