Episode 3
Dadin kowa”, Charisa called out to the taxi driver and was so pleased when he affirmed that he was going in that direction, she couldn’t wait to get out of the sun to the shade of the cab. It was a bright Saturday, midday, and she was going to visit her fiance Femi at his place.
Her engagement to Femi had been one of the highlights for her that year as it was generally a rough year economically for her as her business was hit by unforeseen circumstances. She couldn’t wait be his wife so some light could shine on an aspect of her life.
“Hi honey,” she greeted Femi as he opened the gate for her. They hugged and went into the house. He told her how his Friday went and she did the same, then they laughed at each other’s jokes and ate some bread that Femi had in the house.
Looking intently at her, Femi told her that she was beautiful and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her. Then he made towards her to kiss her, but she moved back glad that she wasn’t caught up in the moment to allow that.
He held her waist and tried to pull her closer to him again for a kiss but she still pulled back and got up.
“Femi,” she said, “we agreed to wait until we are married. Please let’s not compromise on out agreement.”
“But you know I love you and am ready to spend my life with you,” Femi retorted, but she insisted that they had to wait until it was official.
“Okay, okay”, Femi replied, “I’ve heard you. I’ll wait.”
She smiled and gave him a light tap on the shoulder. Then they carried on gisting.
And she thought all was well and they were in a good place until she had seen him that day, being intimate with her bestfriend. It all dawned on her, and she understood that all wasn’t well. But did he have to hurt her like that? That hurt more than a scorpions sting. She was still contemplating this when she heard the scream again. She opened her eyes but couldn’t move her neck to see who it was, but it came from her right hand side.
She got to know that it was Mr A’s mother, she had hit herself hard on the ground and kept screaming, refusing to be consoled because her son was no more. Mr A, a young promising young man, was dead.
…to be continued…
