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The unknown yoke- Episode 3

I thought I still had fish in this house o!
As I bent down to rack my wooden
cupboard for more pieces of dry fish to
complete my Egusi soup, I felt a very
sharp pain in my tummy.
“Jesus!” I exclaimed suddenly as I
quickly drew a stool nearer and sat
down.
What pain was that now, ehn?
I had read in one ancient book that had
survived the test of time with me since
secondary school- “Where there is no
doctor” that whenever a pregnant
woman feels any sharp pain in her
tummy, she should see her doctor as it
could mean a lot of things.
My eyes were so swollen as if they
would jump out of their sockets!
My headache was very great!
What could be wrong with me?
Or was it the stress of the day?
The stress of knowing that I was
pregnant after three sets of twins with
my fate unknown as regards what my
husband’s reaction to the news would
be?
Or was it the embarrassment of seeing
my baby boys on the Almajiri mat,
singing beggars’ songs?
Or was it the stress I had undergone in
transferring my anger on Taiwo?
I shook my head in sadness.
After I had seen what I saw at the
market, not knowing what to do, I acted
a very wise woman and smiled at my
neighbor who only got bothered.
She looked scared when I smiled and
even more scared when I patted her
shoulder and spoke patiently.

 

“Thank you. Let’s go home”
She looked into my eyes again to be
sure that I was very okay ‘upstairs’
“Did you know about the whole thing
before?” she had asked me and I could
only shake my head in the negative.
“Let’s go” I said calmly again, smiling
She turned the ignition key and there
was a very thick silence in the car as
went home.
“You sure you would be okay?” she
asked as I alighted from her car.
“Yes. Thanks, I am grateful” I said as I
walked towards the wooden door.
These children didn’t lock the padlock
again, ehn!

“Mama, sanu da zoa” Taiwo, one of the
eldest twins said from behind me and I
turned to look back at her.
She was coming from the shop, a
wrapper tied round her slim waist.
Her eyes were very red
“Is it firewood you are using?” I asked
and she nodded
“The coal has finished, so I just broke
the faulty stool that was in the backyard
and used it to fry the chinchin” She
explained and I nodded.
She was the most industrious of my
children.

 

“Where is Kehinde?” I asked and she hit
the back of her right palm in the hollow
of her left palm
“I don’t know o” she said and I turned
to move inside.
“What about Bola and Tola?” I asked
again.
The second set of my twins could do
nothing better than read.
They could read just anything so they
must have gone to find something to
read somewhere.
I could not afford to buy them books
“What about James and John?” I asked,
trying to see if she knew about my boys’
whereabouts
She turned back to look at the shop,
then she fumbled with her wrapper
“I don’t know o” she said again, hitting
the back of her right palm in the hollow
of her left palm again.
“You don’t know where they went to?” I
asked again
“I swear to God Almighty, I don’t know”
she said again, her index finger
travelling from her lips to pointing to
the sky.

That gave me the sure answer.
She knew about it!
Whenever my Taiwo swore, it was
because she was trying to cover up
some lies
“Is my shop locked?” I asked again
“Yes ma” she replied, swinging her
right hand
She didn’t know what was awaiting her.
“Come inside” I said calmly again and
she followed me inside the house.
I locked the door from behind and
pulled her inside the room.
Despite how scanty my room was, it was
always neat.
I never condoned any form of dirtiness.
“Mama, what did I do?” she asked as I
pulled her in
“Just kneel down there” I said as I
dropped my purse on the bed and
climbed a plastic chair to pick the
koboko I had hid on one of the planks
supporting the roof.
I had begged one of my customers who
was a teacher to get me one koboko and
she gave it to me as she passed in front
of my shop last week. I had hid it
carefully because if my children should
see it, they would have thrown it away.
“Mummy, truth to God, I don’t know
where they went to” she started crying
She just gave me more reasons to know
she was the one.
I jumped down from the plastic chair
and with no restriction, I started
beating her.
“By the time I take breath from your
mouth, you would know that your mum
hates lies” I started as I readjusted the
mouth of the koboko
“Mummy, they told me they were going
to Kasuwa” she said
She had started confessing
Let me increase the tempo of the
beating…she has to confess
Taiwo of all people!

 

“I told them not to go o mummy” she
said again, tears cascading down her
face.
I landed two clean slaps on her face.
Why lie?
As she increased the gear of her crying,
I pinched her tightly.
She screamed
“If you don’t keep quiet!” I whispered
quietly
I don’t really beat my children that
hard but I was mad!
Mad that my children- the youngest of
them all could embarrass me
Mad that my most industrious daughter
could know about the dirty engagement
of her brothers in that dirty business
-And she could still lie that she didn’t
know!
I threw the koboko away and pulled her
by the ears to myself as I sat on the bed.
“Where did James and John go to?” I
asked again
She sniffed wetly
“Mummy, they said they were going to
Kasuwa” she said
“And you told them not to go?” I asked
“Yes ma” she said and I slapped her
again
She held her face as she wept out loudly
again
“What does your mother hate most?” I
asked
“Lies” she replied amidst her tears
“What did they go and do in the
market?” I asked and as she wiped her
tears, sniffing and reluctant to talk, I
broke down into tears
“Why Taiwo? What have I done to
deserve this? What have I done to
deserve all these Taiwo?” I cried out the
more and though she still sniffed wetly,
she stopped crying
I had never cried before my children
before!
Never!

 

She must have been shocked
I was shocked myself…I didn’t plan it.
I was just so overwhelmed by so many
thoughts that the best thing for me to do
was to cry.
“I try my best to give you everything
needed. You are growing now and little
proceeds from my business, I use to buy
you fine dresses. The wrappers I have
now are the ones I had been using over
five years ago but I have been giving
you almost all you need. You might not
be comparable to all kids, but am I not
trying?” I asked
It was meant to be a rhetorical question
but she answered
“You are trying ma” she said
“So, why Taiwo? Why would you send
your brothers to Kasuwa to beg for
alms? Why?” tears ran down my face
“I am sorry mum. WAEC registration
closes tomorrow and I was not able to
tell you since I know you had nothing. I
was crying today as you went out when
James and John asked me why. I told
them and the next moment they told me
they were going to the market for
Almajiri. I told them not to go but
eventually, I allowed them to go” she
confessed and my heart got swollen up.
“WAEC Registration closes tomorrow?”
I asked again.
“Yes ma”

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“So, your brothers volunteered to beg
for alms to raise WAEC fee? How would
they raise enough for both of you?
How? #28,000 isn’t small o”
My head had started pounding
“Kehinde already has her own money.”
She said and my eyes opened in shock
“How? Who gave her?” I asked again
“Benjamin” she replied
“Who is Benjamin?” I asked again
“Her classmate’s brother” she said
again, fumbling with her wrapper.
“A boy or a girl?” I asked again,
foolishly.
My head couldn’t just compute all I was
hearing
“A boy ma” she replied
“Her boyfriend?” I asked again. Taiwo
avoided my face and my heart dropped.
I am in serious soup!
“Answer me nah” I almost screamed
“They are just friends ma. That was
what she told me” she said
I was tired of beating her
“What did she do that made him give
her that much? Tell me the truth ehn, I
won’t beat you” I promised as my
heartburn increasing.
“Mummy,..” she was reluctant

“Just tell me” I said again.

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“He met us on the way and we were
crying. He said we should come and I
said no. Kehinde went to meet him”
“Jesu!” I exclaimed, loudly, holding my
chest in anguish
“He said he was Benjamin’s brother
and Kehinde and him became friends.
He said we should not cry that he would
give us the money. I said no thank you
and he said what about you Kehinde
and she said she must go to the
university, so she agreed”
She swallowed as she looked at the
floor, ashamed to look into my face.
“So?” I wanted a complete story.
“Yesterday, we went to his shop”
“Where?” I cut in
“In Tammah. He sells motor parts” she
explained
“Mo ti gbe” I pulled at my hair
“So?”
“He said he would touch Kehinde’s
chest before he gives the money. The
two chests” she said and my eyes
widened
“Chest? Two chests ke? You mean
breasts?” I asked and she looked down
“Answer me” I slapped her, my heart
thumping hard
“Yes” she answered
“Then, he gave her the money?” I asked
again
“Yes. He gave her #10,000 and said she
should come back for the remaining
today”
“And she has gone?” I asked and she
nodded
“Then you said you didn’t know where
she went to. Ah, mo ti daran o Jesu!” I
scratched my head as I cried the more
She started crying too.
“Would you get out of this room this
instant?” I screamed hard and she ran
out hurriedly.
I fell to the ground and cried hard.
“Ah ah ah ah, ah! Jesu! Ah ah God of
mercy!” I cried so hard.
I never imagined bringing up my
children this way.
I knelt before my bed and cried so
heavily till my eyes could produce no
more tears.

 

 

 

 
“Where are the mushrooms?” I called
out.
“I am coming ma” Taiwo responded
and she brought in a bowlful of them.
There was no more fish in the cabinet
so, these ones would suffice …I
discovered them as I spread my clothes
outside yesterday.
As I dropped the last piece in the
already frying Egusi, someone pulled at
my wrapper
James!
James the beggar!
“Take your dirty hands off my body
jhur” I shouted at him
He laughed, the wide gap in front of his
teeth showing glaringly.
“Mummy, many people gave us plenty
monies” he said, happily.
“Leave my side now!” I screamed and
the pain in my head tummy and eyes
increased.
What would I do from here?
Exactly where should I go?
Who should I tell?
“Taiwo, come and make the Eba o.” I
shouted
“Mummy, no garri o” she replied
“Go and buy one module from Matan
Mallam o”
“Mummy, money nko?” she asked again
“Come and carry it from my head,
stupid girl” I was angry and if it was
not curbed, I would run mad

“Go and take money from the safe o. If
she says the garri is #110, tell her its
#100 your mother gave you o. if you
buy anything more than #100, I will
beat the hell out of you” I said as I
entered my room to sleep- if I could get
some!

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“Ogooluwa, wake up” I heard his voice
and I sat up immediately.
It was still dark and he was fully
dressed, carrying a small bag. I was
startled
“Good morning” I said and he nodded
briefly.

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“We have to leave now” he said and I
looked at him, shocked.
“For where?” I asked
“Nasarawa” he said and I suddenly
grew weary.
“What!” I exclaimed and he nodded still
“Let’s go and start our lives afresh
there.” He said and I looked really
baffled.
“Our loads, as in, come on, Ade mi…” I
kept babbling.
It really met me suddenly and I didn’t
know the right thing to say.
And that was how we left for Nasarawa
state in the middle belt of Nigeria
without telling anyone and with our
modes of communication- Sim cards-
broken!
On the way to Nasarawa again, we
were involved in an accident where fire
consumed all of our properties and I
was so shocked as how this could
happen to us.
I wept really hard as I could feel that I
smelt of misfortune and ill-fate!
But my name was Ogooluwa- God’s
glory!
What was wrong with me oh my good
God!
With the little money we had (Thank
God Adejare was wise enough to keep
another account his parents knew
nothing about), we secured a place to
live in and it was quite comfortable
since the cost of living in Nasarawa was
relatively affordable.
But we were not married at all!
I didn’t allow him to touch me until he
paid my dowry and until we were
prayed for.
Who was he going to even pay the
dowry to?
Well, I didn’t know who but I knew
deep down that though I loved him, I
couldn’t just give way to him like that.
We eventually went to a court of law
and we were joined together as we
exchanged the matrimonial vows while
we hired a couple to pray for us!
Our wedding night was a night I would
never forget!
Never did I envisage that everything
could be like that!
The way Adejare tore at me as he
rammed me was not pleasurable at all.
As I moaned in pain and bled, he didn’t
care but only rode on as if I was a
horse!
Oh my God!
After everything, as he walked to the
bathroom, he turned back to look at me.
“You are a virgin after all” he said and
tears streamed down my face.
Where is the guy I loved?
The Adejare that I gave my heart to,
where is he?
I had earlier told him while we were in
courtship that I wasn’t sure if I was a
virgin and that he would find out when
we married.
This was because while we were
growing up in the orphanage home, one
Mr. Sylvester who was a tutor there did
teach us practically about sex. He would
be so explicit that he would make us lie
on one another and then record it in his
then analog camera!
I was part of the victims then and there
really wasn’t anyone who we could
report to because almost all the men
there were promiscuous as well and the
women would only laugh.
I told Adejare about this and he
consoled me, saying no matter the
outcome of his findings on our wedding
night, he would be just fine.
But see his response now!
You are a virgin after all!
I felt like dying!
…But that was the beginning of our
frustrating marital life!

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I am thirty-nine years old now and our
marriage would be seventeen years in
three months’ time.
This news from the medical doctor
would definitely spark fire when my
husband comes to hear of it.
Pregnant?
After 6 children?
How did it even happen?
My husband worked with a quarry in
Mararaba, near Abuja and while he
lived far away, we had lived from hand
to mouth.
I had presented my certificate to
different educational sectors but despite
my wonderful 1st class result, I had
never been accepted!
Never did any of them call me back for
interview- not even the budding private
schools!
It was frustrating!
The only things I could do well with my
hands were hairstyling, frying of
chinchin and hand embroidery of
clothes.
And those were the source of income
for feeding the half a dozen children
that I had.
The money my husband made per
month was up to 50,000 but he never
dropped a dime at home.
The only thing he brings back at the end
of the month when he visited would not
be more than Kulikuli, kilishi and masa
(Corn flour cake) plus bread-
sometimes!
You are ten weeks pregnant! That the
doctor said was like a death sentence
because, the last time my husband met
with me was ten weeks ago and that
was after about 2 months sexual break!
Why would pregnancy just result within
that short period of time?
Why wouldn’t pregnancy visit the rich,
barren wife of our Reverend in church?
—probably because she is stingy!
She would come to the small stall in
front of my house and start pricing my
wraps of chinchin!
Uku amsin! (Three for #50)
Uku amsin!
Uku amsin!
Those were the words that come out of
her mouth every time to the extent that
my children had nicknamed her
Mummy Uku Amsin!
Why must it be me and not her?
Not after the very stern warning from
my husband that if I get pregnant
again, he would throw me out.
How would I tell him?
Exactly how would I tell him that after
so much period of sex starvation, the
one time he met with me was in my
ovulation period and that it resulted
into pregnancy?
How?
As I held my purse- the house of all the
money I had in the world (#4000+)
close to my chest, a car drove to my
side suddenly and I outstretched my
right hand, spread my palm and cursed
“Waka!” I said suddenly, very
frightened
“Glory!” I heard the driver called and I
knew who it was.
The only person who called me Glory
was my neighbor Hasiya. Since she
couldn’t pronounce Ogooluwa perfectly,
I gave her the option of the English
meaning- Glory!
“Hasiya, it’s you” I said, smiling faintly
“Yes it’s me. Come in” she said but she
was not smiling at all.
What was the problem?
She was always smiling happily
whenever she saw me but now, her face
looked sad.
I turned and sat on the front seat.
“I hope there is no problem” I said,
looking intently into her face.
“That would be a lie if I said so” she
said as she drove off.
My heart started beating fast.
What could the problem be?
She had turned back to Kasuwa
(market) side instead of going to
Agwan-Biri where we lived and I
wondered what was wrong.
I had the ability of maintaining my
calm and dying in silence, so I was
going to do same here.
I would wait till she showed me what it
was!
My headache had started on a serious
level!
She drove to a halt in front of one of
the communication stores and she
looked into my face.
She held my hands together and my
anxiety heightened!
The veins at the side of my head were
fighting hard to be heard and noticed.
“I saw this and I felt that if I didn’t let
you see it too, it wouldn’t tell well of
me” she said as she pointed at the other
side of the road.
I turned to look at the direction she
pointed at and lo and behold! …
It just couldn’t be true!
As my heart jumped anxiously as if to
leave the cage holding it, I closed my
eyes in shame and embarrassment!
“It is well Glory ko? I don’t even know
what to say. Sanu….yakuri!” she begged
me on, trying her utmost to console me.
The first time we spoke together was
when I was seven years ago when I was
in the pregnancy of my last twins and
my husband kept kicking my tummy as
if to put an end to the growing fetus!
She had rushed out of her gigantic
mansion that midnight just to come in
between the fight!
She was drawn to my beauty and that
of my twins- 3 sets of twins!
She was dazed also at my spoken
English and she wondered what was
wrong!
Since then, whenever she had one thing
or the other, she would give to me to
help my children.
It was however heartbreaking that my
last-born- the boy twins were seated on
the ground with some ill-looking
children, holding plastic plates and
singing the Al-majiri song.
Al-majiri!(beggars)
Al-majiri!
My own children!
Just 7 years old o!
Begging for money???
I didn’t know what to do.
Was I supposed to cross the road and
beat them?
Or was I supposed to turn back and go
home?
Or what?
I was so stranded as to what to do!
If for real God really exists, why is this
happening to me? Why has my life
never been full of happiness?
Why have I always been a Mara?
Why has my portion always been bitterness?
Why?
Oh why?

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You are ten weeks pregnant!
I fixed my eyes at the newly transferred
gynecologist in our local clinic-
Nasarawa General Hospital and my
eyes dilated the more at the words that
had just fallen off her mouth.
“Pregnant?” I asked again and she
smiled, her well-arranged set of teeth
shining at me gladly.
What was so funny about the news?
Exactly what was the cause of her
smile?

“Pregnant?” I asked again, my lips
shivering in naked disbelief and fear
The doctor’s smile vanished as she stood
up and sat on the table before me.
“Is anything the problem madam?” she
asked gently and I could only gaze at
her
Everything was the problem!
Everything as a whole!
I stood up abruptly thus causing the
doctor’s hands to fall off my shoulders.
“Bye” I whispered as I pulled the door
handle
“Hey…Mrs…Mrs…” the doctor tried to
call me back.
I heard her footsteps, then the flipping
of the case note I presumed and the call
of my name confirmed my guesses.
“Mrs. Olowo!” she called but I had
banged the door behind me.
That was my name!
Olowo!

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In Yoruba, Olowo means a very affluent
and well-to-do person but I was the
opposite!
Totally opposite!
Affluence?…that was far from reality!
Well to do? …that was a no go area!
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I got married to Adejare sixteen years
ago amidst very great opposition.
I had met him in the University of
Ibadan where we both attended and
while he was the Class representative of
our class, I was the assistant class rep.
I was popular for my really high IQ,
beauty and humility and many guys
really wanted my hand in marriage by
the time we were graduating.

Adejare was my best friend so I
notified him of the many advances
from different guys and he had proven
to be a good friend that had seasoned
words to offer me when necessary.
Adejare knew everything about me
except my family background…I told
him nothing about it!
I didn’t tell him about the fact that my
parents separated few months after I
was born into the world;
I didn’t tell him that eventually at age
five, both of my parents while on their
way to the house of a pastor who sought
their reconciliation were involved in a
fatal accident and I became an orphan;
I didn’t tell him that I grew up in an
orphanage home;
I didn’t tell him that getting into the
university was due to the fact that I
passed the WAEC examination with
distinction and emerged in the third
position in Oyo State thereby winning a
scholarship which covered my tuition
only;
I didn’t tell him that while in school, my
feeding formula was always 0-1-0 and
the only 1 there would be the rich dish
of “Garrium sulphate’’ as we did call
Garri in school. The addition of
Kulikuli, sugar, milk, and groundnut or
eja dindin- fried fish always made the
difference though!
I didn’t tell him anything about my
past.

I loved Adejare as my friend and never
did I wanted him to know this about
me.
I feared that he might forsake me when
he realized that the beautiful shirts and
skirts I wore to classes were the
donations of churches, individuals and
missionaries to the orphanage home
where I was raised!
He was nothing but the son of a well to
do man…even his physique said so
much!
His shoes were majorly Italian!
His watches were always real gold-
laced!
He even got me a very beautiful pair of
YXL shoes and purse for my 2
But how long could I hold the secret
back when eventually while serving in
the same state- Nasarawa, he proposed
to me!
And I could not say no…
…’cos I loved him too!

But it was a real tug of war when after
researching about me; his parents said
it was not going to be possible!
“You can never marry someone
unfortunate!” Mummy Adejare blurted
out immediately I finished my sad tale
“She isn’t unfortunate!” Adejare
retorted, his eyes turning red
“You said she isn’t unfortunate son?
How can someone’s parents be
separated barely few months after the
person’s birth? How?” Daddy Adejare
asked, mockingly
“Oh oh! And I wonder why both parents
would die same day when they had both
determined to reconcile. I mean on the
way to reconciliation fa!” Mummy
Adejare exclaimed

“Things really do happen folks!”
Adejare spat out again, obviously
infuriated
“Not so spontaneously like that son!”
Dad Adejare shouted too, banging the
table loudly that my heart shattered
into smaller pieces
“Did she kill her parents? Did she cause
their separation? What is her fault?”
Adejare shouted back, banging the table
too in annoyance.
“This is the first time you are looking
your dad up in the face. Isn’t that an
indication that this girl isn’t any
ordinary?” Mummy Adejare said and
my already inflated heart burst out
suddenly and as much as I tried to hold
in my tears, they flowed as I shook with
much violence.

“Daddy, I really don’t believe you could
also be against love. You taught me
about love. You told me that love is real
and that you would support whoever I
love. Is this the support dad? Is this…”
Adejare cried on, his chest rising and
falling as he spoke.
“Definitely, it can’t be someone this ill-
fated! It can’t be someone without
future, without bearing!” he almost
screamed and my already shattered
heart was grounded into powder!
I let out a painful shriek and ran to the
door.
Adejare followed me
“If you follow that girl out of that door,
I will disown you!” I heard Daddy
Adejare say and I sprawled out of the
room.

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“You can do your worst dad! Do it!” He
shouted back as he banged the door
behind him.
I turned back to look at him but he was
not approachable- he looked really
fierce!
“Please, go inside” I said in a shaky
voice
“No” he replied as he pulled my hands
and we walked towards the car.
“Please don’t let’s do this. I will never
be a party to enmity between a father
and his son. Please go inside.” I
repeated when he suddenly threw my
hands away
“Who are you for exactly? Tell me. Who
do you love? My dad or me?” he
screamed at me and I shuddered.
What had happened to him?
He had always told me that he was the
father’s pet but what happened today?
Was he disappointed that his dad could
disgrace him that way?
“I love you but…” I was saying when he
covered my mouth tightly.
“No but! Leave it that way. We can do it
without them. Okay?” he asked in a
raised voice and I could only nod
As he opened the door for me to enter,
the front door of the duplex mansion
opened and the dad, walking in a fast
motion walked out of it.
“You are not taking that car out of this
house. That is my property” he said
firmly and my heart dropped.
I looked at Adejare and he blinked so
hard as he fought his tears.
“I will leave everything for you” he
said, retorting and the father collected
the car key from him.

As he walked towards the gate, he kept
on pressing his phone as if sending a
message and he signaled that I followed
him.
I genuflected before the parents as they
gazed at me like shit!
I was confused as to what to do?
Was I supposed to support Adejare for
standing by me in times like this?
Was I to stay with the parents and tell
them not to mind Adejare for being
egoistic, telling them that that was his
personality?
Exactly what should I do?
As he flagged down a taxi, he let out a
very bloodcurdling shriek which made
me to run towards him with so much
speed that my shoes fell off.
He fell to the ground.
Oluwa o!
The devil is a liar!
I started panting heavily
“Ade mi, what happened? Please talk to
me” I asked as I supported his back with
my hands

“He has killed me!” he exclaimed,
widening his eyes in pain
“Who?” I asked so surprised
“This man I called father as killed me o!
He has frozen all my accounts! No
money anywhere. Ah!!” he slapped the
floor many times as he pursed his lips
in regret.
I checked the phone he was holding and
I saw Mike’s (His friend) message.
Adejare had sent him a text to make
withdrawal for him immediately he
realized that his father meant the
business of disowning him but before
Mike who was a banker could do so, the
highest powers had connived and there
was a painful deal!
I shook my head
“Ade mi, you have to return home. If
they agree, better. If they don’t agree
eventually, that means we were never
meant to be together.” I tried saying
What was happening had really sapped
my strength.

“I don’t like pessimists! When did you
become one? Exactly when Ogo? We can
scale through this together! We can!” he
said as he dusted his shirt and we were
set to go
“But we can’t get married without their
blessings. We really can’t Ade mi” I
tried to say so he could reason with me
but he didn’t seem to at all
“Who said so? No need of their curses
in disguise which they surnamed
blessing. Let’s go” he said as he pulled
me away while my heart grew hot with
uncertainty.
Was there any glimpse of hope at all?
None of his father’s friends took us in
that night- they were working based on
instruction was what they kept telling
us.
It was both embarrassing and painful.
We left for Lalupon, a neighboring
town in Oyo state and we lodged at a
motel overnight.
We didn’t speak to each other
The silence between us that day was
huge.

It felt really weird and I wanted us to
just end the relationship!
This was not the man I knew!
What was happening to him?
Was he now seeing me as a real
stumbling block?
He occasionally patted me and squeezed
my shoulders in a bid to comfort me
but I knew it was not going to last.
I woke up to his sobs in the middle of
the night and I could only clutch at my
pillow and weep too.
If he was full of regrets and all, he
should go back and apologize.
He really should!

“We can wait till their hearts become
touched. Apologize. I will wait for you.
Thank God we are still young” I
muttered silently and he shook his
head.
I saw the outlines through the faint
illuminations from the candlelight
“I know these people more than you!
Once they have said no, nothing or
nobody out there can change it! They
did it for Adejide too when he refused
to study Medicine and chose Fine Arts
and he is actually flourishing now in
Kent’s. I will flourish too!” he said with
such finality that I was so certain that
his choleric part had taken the most of
him.
I probably would have to go to his
parents’ house tomorrow to tell them I
would leave their son ooo
I can’t bear this for long!
I really can’t!

Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle

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