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********************************CHAPTER TWO*************************************

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The church was quite empty because the wedding was planned small and simple. At about 10am, everyone was seated, Pastor james brown, senior pastor Gospel Faith chapel, Agege and his ministers were ready waiting for us. We arrived some minutes later, I was dressed in a purple sleeveless gown, with a bunch of flowers on my hand acting as the flower girl. My mother was dressed in a white gown, it was beautiful and i have never seen my mum look this pretty in a long time. The bridegroom on the otherhand was handsome and still wearing that wicked smile at least he got what he craved for.

"I now pronounce both of you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride", Pastor James brown said; before the pastor could complete the sentence Uncle Debo mouth had glued that of my mum. It was like he had been waiting for that opportunity for a long time. But i wonder how my mother will put up with him not to talk if me....

*********FLASHBACK*********

For the first time in my life I was totally terrified, that awkward moment when you see that person that meant so much to you, act all funny all of a sudden, he behaves paranoid, like a kid who afraid of the injection room, but not a kid. A grown man of about 57 years with four children and a wife. I gripped him with so much emotion that i never wanted to believe that things could turn this way.

He got angry and went into a room that had bunk beds, my grandmother was on the first, she slept on the upper bunk. My father came in ranting like a little child been scolded by her mother, mother follwed him like a wan nagging to her husband trying to explain her point, you know how women her when they want to explain the "point". My father hops on the second bunk, mother hops and the lower bunk were my grandmother was, she was still nagging.

I was picking beans outside, when someone came out yelling my name; jumoke! Jumoke!! Your father your father!, i dropped the tray and followed, well i could have asked what happened but i didnt, i just followed. when i got there....i just woke up..it was meaniless dream...i could have dreamt better but then again it was just some stupid dream.

I got up, saw my mother who was deep in sleep, she was snoring heavily which was going up and down like a generator that it's fuel has been exhausted.

Soon, I heard gunshots, i was surprised to see a woman who was long gone I sleep jump up, took me by my hand and started running for our lives. We ran, and ran and ran, till the law of diminishing return settled on me and i told my mother that i could not longer continue, we were panting heavily, my mother pited my ugly situation so she suggested we opted to catch our breath.

Few minutes later, we have saved ourselves but our things was still at the uncompleted building we were resting, most importantly the money we husltled. It is not easy carrying head pan filled with sand , cement and gravel mixed together especially when a woman carries it. Mother suggested we go back but who knows whether we might come out alive after hearing those gunshots. Jumoke! Get up let us go and get our things mother said; I was amazed at her guts and at the same time afraid for our lives because we were going to die...

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*OUTSIDE*
David! Joseph! Go in there and bring out everything, nothing should remain there Madam Koffi said; "And if they prevent you from doing what I say you should do, use whatever means if need be use force" she added.

*INSIDE*
We were eating, when suddenly someone banged on our door recurrently. It was very scary because the banging was accompanied with strange, loud voices that were sounded unfriendly.

"Who is...my mother had not finished talking when two men bagded into our room. One of them, David, he was huge, muscular, he had this threathening badass look and kept shinning his eyes like an owl.The other, Joseph was short not muscular but he had this criminal personality written on him lot of demonic tattoos all over and what struck me was the scar on his face and several brusies at several part of this body. I was scared so i quickly went to stand behind my mother who was already on her feet shouting angrily at the men.

"Madam we nor get time for all this yarning, Madam Koffi done tell us say make we pack you and your load outside" David said in a challenging tone.

So its Madam Koffi that sent you idiots to throw me out right? My mother said; why cant she come by herself, Idiot she added angrily.

My mother was still blabbing when david hijacked her like a bag of rice and other one picked me like a handbag. My mother continued shouting, calling out our neighbours. I had never seen my mother like that before, she was different filled with rage, with so much energy. But it was pathetic because no one came out. My mother tried to stop them from throwing us out but her strength had no match to that of davids'. She soon got tired, fell to ground and started weeping making all sort of statements which involved my late father. Tears rolled down my eyes, i wished my father was alive to see what was going on perhaps it will not have happened. Soon i started thinking if God was awake seeing all these wickedness.

Few minutes later, i saw stretch marks of lightening in the sky, thunder struck afterwards followed by the drops of rain. My mother started to pack some of our things to a nearby shade, i soon joined her. As we were packing, Mr Gabriel ran inside in escape of the rain but stopped abruptly.

"Ah ah, mama jumoke what is going on here? " he asked. My mother was all wet, looking fagged and miserable. *crying* Madam koffi threw i and my daughter out she said; what have I done to deserve all this treatment she added sobbing. Mr Gabriel went in and came out out on a shirt and short, which was weird but it became interesting when he joined us to pack our things to the nearby shade. Later on he invited us to his room and offered us hot tea because we were shivering. What Mr Gabriel did gave me a reason to hope...

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..........TWO.......

Life got really tough, feeding routine changed from three square meal to 101 ( breakfast/dinner) and now we feed from hand to mouth. My mother's petty business crumbled due to her inability to pay the shop rent. Also, our house rent is long over due and have been receiving several threats from madam koffi our landlady that if we did not update our rent we will be thrown out. We were in a very pathetic situation, things got from bad to worse. The worse time of my life that i was alive. When i think about the current situation i feel like running away but then again to where?, to whom?. My mother couldn't handle the situation so we had to visit our Uncle Debo.

At the time we got to his three bedroom apartment, it was locked so we had to wait. We got there by 5 pm and he closes by 4pm. We would have called him to let him know that we were coming but my mother's phone was bad. We decided to wait for him at a woman store opposite his flat. My mother bought me snacks to keep me going because i had not eaten and she did not prepare any food. It was already 7pm and uncle debo has not arrived. My mother couldn't hold much longer and the neighbourhood was not friendly. So she got up paid the woman the money for the snacks so we can go home. As I got up I noticed someone who looked like uncle Debo paying a bike man. So I tapped my mother and pointed him to her. That is your uncle she said; so we went to meet him. On reaching him he was surprised to see us at and at that time of the night. Mummy jumoke what are you doing here by this time of the night? He asked; ah ah jumoke how are you? he asked; Fine sir I replied. See uncle Debo we have been waiting for you since and was about leaving when jumoke spotted you my mother said: and I would have called you before hand but my phone is bad she added. Not to worry let's go inside my uncle said as he led the way...


Uncle Debo lived in ifako ijaiye low cost housing estate Agege, he has never been married but he had flings to keep him company every now and then. He worked as a manager at total petrol station which ia also located in Agege. He's apartment was not very big it was portable, it was attractive his designers curtains and fashionable leather seats not leaving out the plasma television and huge sounds system. I enjoyed coming here with my father when he was alive. Uncle Debo offered us soft drinks and snacks and switched on the television afterwards. Please, make yourself at home while I refreshing up he said and left.

Few minutes later, he joined us in the living room. I was already engrossed in the popular tom and jerry cartoon on Nickelodeon. But I saw my mother and uncle Debo excuse themselves from the living room. I was enjoying the cartoons displayed but my bladder was full. I tried holding it because of the exciting power puff girls cartoon but I was almost wet so I rushed to the loo. it was a huge relieve after visiting the loo. As i returned to the living room to continue with Nickelodeon something caught my attention across the walkway adjacent to the loo, it was the painting of a pregnant woman carrying a calabash on her head. It was beautiful, i had never seen that kind before in my life....still admiring it, I heard some voices.

I went close to where it came from, the door was slightly opened so I peeped. It was my mother and Uncle Debo. My mother was sitting on the bed and my uncle sat very close to like as if he was consoling her but he's hands were moving inappropriately and my mother kept removing his hands. But he kept on doing it, he went far as grabbing her breast, she got up shockingly and hit him on his face...my uncle sat on bed laughing, that kind of laugh had this wicked expression like that of a wicked wizard. It provoked the anger in my mummy..i quickly retired to the the living room like as if nothing happened. Soon I heard my mother shouting; Jumoke!! Jumoke!! Get up let's get out from this Godforsaken place..

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..........TWO(contd)..........

Two years had gone, we were living off my late father's savings which is almost exhausted. My mother's petty trading business has not be doing well since my father' demise. She hardly goes to shop, stays at home mourning all day. On the otherhand, Uncle Debo has been a strong pillar showering us with a lot care and affection. He visited us on occasionally with food items and goodies for me. In spite of what Uncle Debo did i notic the unhappy face my mother wore but she appreiciated what my uncle was doing but he is not her husband.

Every night i wake up to see my mother weep profusely. If she notice i'm awake she will quickly wipe tears off her face and pretend that she is praying but the sight of me will propel her to cry the more. She sat helplessly, her eyes all swollen like as if she has been crying all night. I went to her, bent down and wiped tears off her face with my cloth grabbed her and held her close, i could feel her heart beating faster, breathing heavily. Her temperature was beyond normal. Mommy please stop crying, do you want to mhe me to cry too, i miss daddy too but thinking about different occasions without him makes life incomplete; waking up every morning and my father space on the bed was empty, he's favorite spot on the couch when we watched super story, his presence when we have dinner because we ate from one pot..tears rolled down my cheek...

......TWO......

Mr Bode Daniels is or was my father till he kicked the bucket, November 26, 1989. I remember that day. I got home from school lesson, mummy was not at home which was unusual. It was the last Saturday of the month set aside for environmental so she wouldn't have gone to her shop. I was really hungry, I checked the cupboard to see mum had prepared food but the pots were empty, very clean and arranged the way I left them in the morning.

It was not funny anymore, I decided soak garri which was the only option I had but there was no sugar or groundnut to go with it. I remembered that i had ten naira in my school bag so i took it get groundnut. As i dashed out i bumped into Mr gabriel who was rushing out, but he stopped abrutly.

"Jumoke, what are you doing here?"

He asked; that was an awkward question; i am going to buy...i have not finished talking when he interrupted me; you have to come with me, your father has just been rushed to the hospital.

Saint Mary hospital was 20 minutes drive from our house. We dropped off the keke napep and raced into the ward. i was surprised at the audience i met, Prophet Amos , our landlady Madam koffi. What struck me was my mother who was weeping heavily on the ground with some ladies trying to calm her down the scene all moody like something bad had happened. I ran to my mother, bent down; mum what is wrong, why are you crying? What is wrong with father? These questions popped into my head out of confusion. But she kept saying

"Bode why!! Bode why!!!"

I got confused the more and i was scared that what i was thinking is not what is making my mum cry, I couldn't hold mine for long but at the same time I still did not know the situation my father is in. So i pleaded with my mum again consoling her.

Sooner or later Mr debo came out discussing with a man who looks like a doctor because he was dressed in a white lab coat and a stethoscope round his neck. Mr debo is my father's half brother and for him to be here it means father's situation was very critical. The doctor gave my uncle a warm tap on his shoulder as he left. The face my uncle wore was pale, it had the expression of grieve. As he walked towards us, my mother got up , rushed to him;

"what did the doctor say?"
"How is my husband?"
she cried; the words were heavy to say he just there like a log of wood. From where i was standing my fears where affirmed but i could not believe that it has happened in reality.

"HE IS DEAD"...my uncle said; those words shattered my heart into pieces. I felt this excruciating pain, my heart raced heavily but tears never came out believe me I wanted so much but I was just there frozen. My mother was out of control, her outburst which like a roaring lion. My neighbours were there sobering, the remorse they expressed showed that my father meant something to them. Looking at remorsefulness on peoples faces tears roll down my eyes, my mind quickly flashed back to the times my father will carry me on his laps in the evenings and tell me stories, when I had issues or problems he was ready to listen to me..he was basically my closest friend..i felt a tapped on my shoulders, I was seated on the ground, folded my kneels with my arms I had cried alot. I looked up it was my uncle. Let's go home he said; but what of my father I want to see him I cried out; he has been taken to the mortuary he replied. Those words meant my father has gone forever. He was never sick, he very strong and how can life be so cruel to take him away from me..

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Copyright (C) 2016 by wazup_guy

Tales of Womanhood (series) : Broken Tears....
.......ONE........

I feel ashamed, used each time i remember even though i try to forget. The past still have a way of fusing itself into the future. Its being quite an aoen though but the pasts taunts me every now and then and the events still fresh in my memory like it just happened. In the animal world, there are preys and predators but in the human world there wolves dressed in sheep clothing. They will appear to good, tell you nice things, promise you heaven and earth but once their trap has gotten you..hmm, you are a goner.

We stayed in a face to face compound, one room apartment. We had a bed one couch and two chairs, a radio set. We did not have much but we knew how to manage. We had to deal with neighbours from the other compound most especially the fumes coming out of Mr akeem generator which was directly facing our window, the annoying sound makes it difficult to sleep seems like am close to a train station. Our compound was a funny one tho with many characters or tenants as they are called. Mr Gabriel, the cursed bachelor, brings in different women at different intervals, always about his Samsung mobile which looks like a wokie talkie. One good thing he does is playing good jams whenever he is around which gives the compound this nice air most especially in evenings.

Baba tunde, the drunkard. Goes to work like a good father but comes home heavy and unleashes terror on his wife. It happens twice a week, so we also have live show to look forward to with free tickets though. There was this though his wife was really prepared for, and he was very very drunk. this time it was the other around, I was thinking I was gonna hear his wife cry for help but instead he was the one pleading for neighbours to come save his life. Neighbours did come out but he had locked the door and throw the key away. So there was actually nothing the neighbours could do to calm the situation other the pleading from outside.

Our day doesn't get any better or interesting without the showdown of prophet Amos, the prayer warrior of the compound who sees visions about people but never see a vision about himself. As early as 5 am he is up, cabashing, casting and binding what he calls "evil forces" and most interestingly what he only preaches about "fornication" specially directed to mr Gabriel. It turns out that mr Gabriel doesn't care. One weird thing he does though is the prayer points he makes all I hear is " die die die", "fire fire fire". And bell he gingles every morning is very annoying, he just as a way of disrupting my beauty sleep.

I grew up in lagos, a community called idi-agbon which means the root of a coconut tree. A ghetto like area, filled with notorious thugs terrorising the area every now and then. there is this building called "mami", a popular brothel at that time known for its beautiful prosititute and the reputation for awesome sexual satisfication. Which has resulted in the brothel being Persecuted by married women in the community that husband longer take care of their children but instead lavish their income on the prostitute. Well, they fought hard but business is business, a good product or service will always sell.

He looked in the bag and saw a pair of green
gbemisoke shoe, it was very beautiful, he had
never seen a thing like that before. He searched
around to see if anyone was coming.

The coast was clear, as he wanted to take it. Gbosa! A heavy slap
landed gracefully on his neck from behind: ewo!
He exclaimed; he turned no one was there. That
was strange he thought.

He went to the otherside and faced where the slap came from.
He tried to take it again; as he touched it;
gbosa! Gbosa!! Jesu Christi he shouted; his ear
kept vibrating like a gingle bell.

He checked the curtains to see if someone was
playing pranks with him, looked out the window
but there was no one. He looked around, saw a
piece of stick lying on the ground. He picked it,
he used it to touch d shoes..nothing happened,
he smiled, he started hitting the shoes no slap
came.

He laughed aloud, he then used the stick
to pick the shoes. He picked the first, nothing
happened, as he went for the second. He saw
himself on the ground, he kept shouting Ewo!
Ewo! he saw different sizes of cane assembling
his body but he was not seeing the hands
flogging him.

Chinedu! Chinedu! Wake up! His mother yelled; he woked up quickly; he sighed
with great relief that it was just a dream, but he
was still feeling pains all over his body. What is
wrong my son his mother asked; his face was all
swollen he couldn't say anything, but he noticed
a bag in his mother's hand it was same bag he
had seen in his dream. He pushed his mother
away and ran out door, shouting witch oh!!! witch
oh!!!!

He looked in the bag and saw a pair of green
gbemisoke shoes. Gbemsioke is a renowed shoe
designer in the whole of lagos city.

The brand of her shoes is seen to be worn locally and
internationally, it even flocked online stores such
as jumia, konga, kaymu. Due to this popularity,
the shoes were very expensive and ladies will die
to have those shoes on their legs or in their
wardrobe.

Dave was suprised to see the shoe in
amaka's bag, his wife, he was searching for his
car keys when he came across it.

Amaka had once told him that she would like to get those
shoes, after seeing an advert placement by
jumia.

He quickly checked out the website for
the cost of the shoe; it was #50,000. He further
checked the bag and saw a wrapper with jumia
boldly printed on it and the shoe tags and
receipts.

How did she get it? he thought;

However, he remembered that he gave her that
same amount in the morning which said she
wanted to use to get foodstuffs for the house.

Dave rushed to the kitchen to see if she bought
anything, but it was as empty as it was in the
morning.

He's curiosity increased, and started
suspecting that he's wife used the money meant
for food to acquire shoes.

That thought was unbelievable and absurd too.

He went out to check the car perhaps she had not carried the foodstuff in, he
ransacked everywhere and not even a cube Maggi did he find.

"It was getting serious"

And Amaka was at that time in the bathroom taking a shower.

Dave went in and waited for her, she soon finished and came
adjusting her towel.

Dave stood there with the shoes at his right hand and the wrapper and
receipt on the left.

Amaka was shocked at the same time curious why her husband was going
through her stuff. She collected it jokingly and
kept it back, but Dave was not in the joking
levels.

That act even inspired his anger, he started questioning Amaka how she came by
the shoes. She felt reluctant in answering so she continued what she was doing.

This made Dave more angry, he started
yelling at her and accusing her of acquiring
those shoes using the money meant for
foodstuff.

It became dawn on amaka that this
matter had gone far than expected, so she
humbly tried to explain to her enraged husband
how she came by the shoes.

Dave wasn't ready for an explanation as he had come to a
conclusion that his wife was extravagant in her
spending.

Amaka still trying to justify herself, went to get
her phone: she started browsing through it like
she wanted to show Dave something but Dave
snatched it from her; she had already went to
the message box before Dave collected it from
her.

He saw a messaged sent by jumia, this
inspired his assumption so he opened it ; it reads
Congrats dear"Amaka, you are a
Lucky winner of a pair of green
Gbemisoke shoes, dinner for
Two at genesis resturant
Please, do come to our office to
Claim your prize."

After reading it, Dave became ashamed of himself, and
now the table has turned to his wife direction has continued from were her husband left but the difference was that
hers was justifiable and she left afterwards.

He was at the same time confused, what of the
foodstuff? He thought!
The doorbell rang, Dave went to get it. A man was standing with a book
on his hand; I am asking after Mrs Amaka
Boniface, he said, I am a delivery man from
www.foodstuff.com he added.
Foodstuff.com is an online grocery store were one can place order
on foodstuffs;

Amaka approached Dave and the
delivery man she signed a booklet and he gave
her a package and receipt, it was the foodstuff
she had ordered, she brought out her purse and
counted #50,000 in front of her husband and paid
the delivery man.

Afterwards, Amaka stuffed the receipt into
Dave's pocket angrily and left.

He brought it out, Amaka had ordered for the foodstuffs two days
back and it was supposed to b delivered to her
the current day.

The cat has been let out of the bag, curiosity has being proven with fact not sentimental assumption or guessing. felt sorry for his stupidity. Perhaps if he had listened to his wifd the way abraham listened to sarah things would have resulted differently.
without putting facts into consideration and most
of all instead of asking or allowing his wife to
explain, he said so many things he should not
have said.

Now he has to deal with what he dreaded saying most
"I am sorry" all because of gbemisoke shoes.