" What Nonsense is this kunle " I stood hands akimbo and faced my husband .
He ignored me and continued undressing .
" Kunle , I am talking to you " . I pushed him to face me
" It is the Nonsense that happens when you decide to maltreat someone's child simply because you don't have your own " .. he threw back at me
I have watched you for some months now , this is totally unacceptable . You can't keep on mistreating an innocent girl that grew up with us ...
This is a fatherless child . You know what it means to be fatherless. The street is hard . Nobody cares for you .
You know all this and that's why you brought her . Why are you suddenly beign wicked to her ." ... He went on and on shouting .
" I didn't throw her out ... I tried to explain and suddenly stopped .
" If you didn't throw her out , why did I find her outside under the cold .?
" I don't know what she told you but she is lying
This girl is far from innocent . This child is now a devil .
Kunle she leaves my house today " ... I shouted .
" I saw it myself joy . I saw her under the cold outside . Did you even see what you did to her body ?
Have you no conscience again .
This girl that can barely talk . She couldn't even properly explain all you did to her .
I can't let you mistreat another person's child simply because you don't know the pains of child birth ".
I blinked .
Those words hit hard .
" Is it my fault that am childless kunle ?
Answer me . Is it my fault ?.
Am I God that gives children ?
Is there a tree where we can plug them ?. I will gladly give my life to get one .. ".... I lost it .
" The more reason you should be careful how you treat others so God can look on you with mercy and give us one ". ... He fired back .
" Can you even hear yourself kunle . Can you even hear yourself ? . The child we helped to raise is now a monster and this is what you spill . You need to listen to what you are saying "
I was shouting and crying the same time
Our room was hot . In our ten years of marriage , it has never been this bad .
" It is you who needs to listen to yourself woman . If you created a monster out of her , then you should fix that yourself ".
" It's fine . I take the blame . I was careless . It is totally my fault , and am fixing it Now .
That's what am doing now . She leaves today " I said firmly .
" She goes nowhere " . He snapped .
" If she doesn't leave , am leaving ".. I said camly .
" Suit yourself " my husband glared at me .
I paused .
"Is there something you are not saying kunle ?.
" Is there another reason why she must remain in this house apart from been fatherless ?
why have you been taking her side all this while " I asked all at once .
Just then , the door opened .
It was Nneka . She doesn't even knock anymore .
" Sir , I set the table . Your food is ready " she said humbly.
" Get out of this room now " or I will lose it completely "...I shouted at her immediately .
" Am sorry ma " she said loudly and made to leave .
I was supposed to be surprised but not anymore .
"Nneka stand there " .. my husband shouted .
" I came back from work . My good wife should prepare my food and welcome me warmly to the table . No she didn't .
Instead she is here spilling trash . Since you refuse to feed me , I will eat the food someone else feeds me .
Looking at this scenerio , it's obvious who is the bad person here .
You have lost it completely .... my husband threw back at me .
"Nneka let's go" he pated her on the back and walked out of the room .
She turned , smiled at me and left ..
I fell on the floor .
The room was spinning . Suddenly I found my energy and ran after them .
Suddenly , I found my energy and ran after them .
As I got close to the dinning room , my husband was already sited to eat .
Nneka stood by his side.
" Sit down and eat too , you are not a stranger in this house ".. I heard my husband telling her as I approached the table .
Immediately , I hastened my pace .
When I got to the table , I picked up the bowl of egusi soup she served and poured it on her .
" Have you finally lost your mind "? My husband screamed at me .
" Yes , I have lost it and will lose it over and over again untill somebody here gives me an explanation . "
Nneka fell on the floor and started crying .
" You are not the only one who is mad. I have it too in me " . I turned to her .
My husband left his seat and tried to rush to her . I stood at her front and block him .
" Get out of my way joy ". He warned .
" I won't " .
" Get out of my way "
" I said I won't "... I screamed at him
"Sir and madam it's okay ".. ...
Sir , pls it's okey . I am at fault . I can't let you fight because of me "... The crying Nneka said .
"Can you hear her ? Do you see how much she cares about you ? . You poured the food I was about to eat on her and she is still on that floor pleading for you ? . My husband faced me .
" Care my foot ".
" I hope you call yourself to order for this devilish attitude ". .. he pushed me and walked out of the room .
3 weeks later , my husband hasn't stepped his foot into our bedroom .
He neither spoke to me or ate my food .
He now sleeps in the guest room . Atleast that was where I saw him enter.
I was careful to watch if he would enter Nneka's room , but I never caught him .
But they got closer . Nneka comes into our bedroom to pick his cloths and toiletries . He was gradually moving all his things out of our room .
" You must apologize to her if this marriage is still important to you "...
This was all he had said to me in 3 weeks . All my efforts to beg him fell on deaf ears .
I was gradually loosing out .
I was still on the bed in our bedroom when Nneka entered . She walked straight to his Waldrop to get his cloths .
" when you get into a room and there is someone older there , atleast the first thing you should do is to greet . "
She turned , folded her hands and faced me .
" The person who sent me here didn't instruct me to greet any one when I come here . Maybe you should wait , I would go out and ask him if I should greet . "
She looked around .
" But come to think of it, now that I look at this room properly , I think I like it .
Maybe I should tell him I like here . The guest room is too uncomfortable ". She said and turned to pick the cloth she came for .
" Aunty joy , am not a wicked person . Let's just share . She gestured .
In peace oh .. in peace . You take your own , I take mine and we live as one big family .
What do you say ? .
I didn't reply her .
You don't want ? . No wahala .
I shouldn't even be talking to you until you apologize to me" ..... She finalized and walked out.
I didn't give her a word . Now that I think ,.it's totally useless .
If we argue here and my husband comes , he still wouldn't believe me .
How I got to this point was what still marvelled me .
Maybe my only option was to apologize to her .
Maybe , Somehow , I could get back my husband to listen to me . Just maybe .
I was totally helpless .
After my husband left for work , I called her to the sitting room .
She stayed 30 minutes in her room before coming out to meet me .
It's fine . I was patient to wait .
When she came out , she sat on the couch , crossed her legs and popped the gum she was chewing .
Call me weak or a fool , at this point anything to do and get my husband back to our room I would do .
(fiction)
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers and against wickedness in high places
MY HOUSE HELP 5 .
Any thing to do and get my husband back to the room , I would do .
" I hope this is an apology meeting anyway "... She rolled her eyes .
I was calm and bagan .
" Thank you for coming out . You could choose not to , and that would have still been fine . Thank you " .
She was expressionless .
" You like my husband!
I smiled .. I mean Who wouldn't ?.
He is calm , attentive , when he loves he loves completely and very importantly , he is rich . Very rich .
I smiled again and nodded my head .
But if you had met him twelve years ago when I did , you wouldn't even answer his greeting .
He was broke . Very broke .
I smiled again and a tear dropped from my eyes . Memories of our early days flooded my head .
I met my husband 12 years ago when a relative asked me to pick up her daughter from school .
It rained heavily and since I was driving , the child begged me to help her "uncle" get to the junction .
I later learnt , they called their male teachers uncle .
I drove him to his house since it wasn't far from the entrance to our estate.
Some how , we clicked and today we are here.
He was a struggling school teacher who could barely feed .
My husband's first business was funded by the money my father gave me . I had alot of allowances, and even If I didn't have any reason to , I still saved up alot .
Oh , I forgot to also say that my father was very rich untill he died .
Since I was an only child and a girl , his family came after us and stripped us of everything .
After loosing everything to my father's brothers , I threw in myself into my husband's business .
I worked with my hands day and night .
Even though I came from a rich family , my father made sure I learnt basic principles of life .
A year and half after he died , I and my husband decided to finally marry .
I was about 23 , 3 years older than Nneka's age .
His business was no longer struggling . We could then feed from it .
10 years after , here we are .
It was as though the heavens were compensating us for not having a child by giving us riches .
Nneka knows nothing .
If she knows half of what we owned , she would go crazy . Or maybe she knows and that's why she was now going crazy .
Even though we had money , our home felt empty .
So when I brought home Nneka , my husband welcomed her with open hands .
Adding the fact that she was fatherless , he loved her like his own .
My husband watched us lose everything to my uncles , he couldn't do anything because he was broke then as well .
Seeing Nneka made him remember all we went through .
" I will protect and give her a life . The things I couldn't do for you then , I will do it for her now .
Her helplessness reminds me alot of us those days . " ... He had said to me the night I brought her home . She just turned 15.
I didn't mind . Infact that was what I wanted . To love a person like my own child .
I remembered all this and I could nolonger talk.
She just stirred at me
I was full already . My tears poured .
" Nneka please leave my husband alone . Please leave our house .
What ever it is you want , I will give you " .. my voice choked .
I could nolonger talk . I didn't know when I got on my knees .
"I am sorry for everything I have ever done to you '
But when I think of it ... Except pouring the soup on her last 3 weeks and correcting few childhood misbehaviors , I really haven't done anything wrong to her .
My tears flowed . For all my goodness , I was sorry too .
She stood up and walked out of the sitting room .
Later that Evening , Nneka came to my room .
" I will go "
I sat up .
" On one condition . You will give me money . "
" Money , no problem . I will give you money . Will 5 million be okey ?
She chuckled .
" Do you think ,I am a begger ?
" Sorry , I will make it 10 . " I said .
I flung out of the bed and brought out my cheque out of the drawer by the wall and began to write .
I wrote speedily as if she was going to change her mind the next second . I even added an additional 500,000 for transport to cash the cheque.
Any thing just to appease her .
" This is the cheque. 10. 5 million . "
I handed it over to her .
She took it from my hands and gave a long smile .
" Thank you . But one more thing . I won't leave immediately . I need atleast 1 week to find a reasonable apartment and also move my things in bits . Don't you think so ? " She said .
" No problem " . Take I week . But you have to tell my husband I apologised to you .
" Ok " . She turned and cat walked out of my room .
I was relieved . My home is returning to a peaceful place again .
That night , my husband came back to our bedroom . He even ate my food .
But something about him seemed off ... Something I could sense .
My intuition doesn't fail me . He seemed really off.
(Fiction)
Be sober , be vigilant because your adversary the devil like a roaring lion walketh about seeking whom to devour .
............TBC..........
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