As she drove home from the hospital that evening, what the doctor told her kept reverberating in her mind.
Dr. Wilson: “Madam, I told you to take things slow, keep yourself happy so your heart don’t further deteriorate but you didn’t seem to have heeded to my advice, why?” he asked looking intently at her. She felt his eyes boring holes into her.
Rebecca: “I don’t get it. But I am happy, what is happening doctor?”
Dr. Wilson: “By now, it’s your husband I am supposed to be talking to, where is he?”
Rebecca: “I am yet to tell him” she didn’t dare look him in the eyes as she said this.
Dr Wilson: “Oh good! Very good! Why didn’t you?”
Rebecca: “I haven’t gotten the opportunity to, he keeps writing me off each time I try talking to him about I and the pregnancy” she said fighting back tears.
Dr Wilson: “Okay at least you have siblings? Someone whom you could be coming with at least till further notice?”
Rebecca: “No there’s no such person. My parents are late and I was their only surviving child. The rest of my siblings had died of one illness on the other. My husband and son are the only people I call family”
Dr Wilson: “I am sorry to hear about that madam. But you have not improved at all and it pains me so much. Please try telling your husband and refrain from anything that will make your heart skip beats. That is, don’t put pressure on your heart, you need to start doing things that would keep your mind off your worries, your health is still very very important” he emphasized on his earlier point.
She was brought back to reality by a loud honking of horns of different peeved drivers. Many of whom rained curses on her for being so careless on the wheels. She readjusted on the seat and realised she was almost at Costain bus stop. She decided to branch to the national theatre so as to clear her mind a bit. She needed to heed to the doctor’s advice. “That place is quite serene, will stop there for a moment and get my worries behind me” she said to herself and drove into the gate of the Lagos state National Theatre.
Richard and Opha sat opposite each other on the lawn right in front of the theatre. Lovers, families, friend sat clustered on the lawn with picnic baskets. Some gisted and laughed while some busied themselves with taking pictures trying to capture the beautiful sculpture of a man riding a horse with their snapshots.
Rebecca walked around just revelling in the euphoria of the love she felt in the atmosphere. She admired the couples there who were busy playing love, she wished it was she and Richard all alone in such beautiful environment. She quickly checked herself when she realised she was drifting away from her purpose of going there which was to find some peace and tranquillity in the midst of her chaotic life.
Opha turned back and placed her head on his laps gently, not knowing how to broach the topic to him.
Richard: “Is anything wrong love?” he asked when he noticed her discomfiture.
Opha: “Nothing really. I just wanted to tell you I am ready now” her cheeks flushed bright red
Richard: “Ready for what?”
Opha: “To finally have sex with you”
Richard: “Hey babe! You don’t need to feel pressured about this okay? I am not in a hurry at all”
Opha: “I know you are not pressuring me at all and that’s why I want to do this. I don’t think I have ever been this nervous before in my entire life”
Richard: “But why are you nervous exactly? Is it that you’ve never had sex before or what?”
Opha: “No ooo I have had sex several times before just that it’s been very long I had sex last so I might not be as good as I am supposed to be”
Richard: ‘Well you’ve got nothing to worry about at all. I will help you through but why did you stop having sex? Did something happen?”
Opha: “Well my boyfriend whom I loved so much broke my heart and cos of that I swore never to have anything to do with any man again till I am fully sure he is the one for me”
Richard: “and baby, I love you so much. Thanks for counting me worthy. I promise never to disappoint you” he said, bent his head and gave her a long lingering kiss on the lips just then he heard a faint “Richard” he looked up and saw his wife looming over them with her protruding stomach kissing the sunset.
Rebecca: “Richard… how could you do this to me? How?”
Richard: “What are you doing here? Please go back home” he said as Opha sat up.
Rebecca: “Why? Why? She repeated weakly and slumped down on the floor.
Richard: “Oh God! Quickly help me, let’s get her to the hospital” he said emotionlessly to no one in particular as people gathered around to know what was going on.
Sammy sat in his room wondering why his parents were not back by that time of the night. He felt sleepy and tired after a long day at school for their weekend training pending the inter-house sport but he knew he had to wait for them. They had never left all alone by himself like that especially when his nanny was on leave. He felt jittery with fear. The horror movies he used to watch went haunting him like a terrible nightmare. He had to hide himself under the blanket, yet he felt like the haunted ghost of the wizard was under the blanket with him. He closed his eyes tightly and imagine how it would be like when his sister arrives. That thought brought a smile to his face and he forgot about his parents and the ghosts for a moment. Just as he started drifting off to sleep, he heard the blaring of his dad’s car horn, sprang to his feet and sprinted for the door and waited there for him to step into the house.
Sammy: “Daddy…” he ran and embraced his dad as soon as he had stepped in.
Richard: “Hey little Champ! Aren’t you sleeping yet? You should be on bed by now” he said holding him by the hand as they stepped into the living room which laid juxtaposed to the main bedroom.
Sammy: “Where is mum?” he asked ignoring his dad’s rhetoric
Richard: “Sammy I will need you to be strong. Remember you are a strong boy? Ghosts don’t scare you anymore right?”
Sammy: “Dad where is mum? Is my mum okay?” he asked like an adult intolerant of people who beat around the bush.
Richard: “Hmm… “ he sighed
Sammy: “Dad, what do you mean?”
Richard: “Ok, tell you what? Your mum is not coming home tonight” he said looking down at his feet.
Sammy: “What do you mean by mum is not coming home tonight? She always comes back home. Where is she? Take me to her please!” he wept.
Richard: “Sam, I told you to be strong, didn’t i? I told you men should be strong and you are a man”
Sammy: “Why do you keep telling me to be strong? I cannot be strong without mum so take me to her daddy or ask her to come home. Daddy please?”
Richard: “Hmmm….” He sighed again
Richard: “Your mum is in the hospital, that’s why she wouldn’t be able to come back today”
Sammy: “Hospital? Is she okay? Is it time for her to get delivered of my sister? But she told me it will be due in two months’ time?” he said with eyes blazing with tears.
Richard: “She suddenly fell ill. But she will be fine, doctor said she will be fine”
Sammy: “When do I see her? Tomorrow right?”
Richard: “Yeah sure! I will take you to her tomorrow. Go back to sleep now okay? And don’t worry, your mother will be fine”
Sammy: “How about you? Will you be fine? Just know that if anything happens to my mum, it will be your fault. Your fault” he said and ran off while his dad watched from where he stood with mouth agape. He could not believe he was aware of all the happenings in the house. He raked his fingers through his neatly kept afro hair and sighed heavily.
He walked slowly to the room he had shared with her for years, the room that had both good and bad, happy and sad memories they shared together in it. He looked around and saw the huge mirror at the side of room, the place she sat first thing in the morning to tend to her face and every night to do same. The wardrobe still had some of his things in it, he saw a bag at one corner of the closet, opened it and saw it contained baby things. Cute little girl cloths and he realised how much he had missed out. How much he had neglected her despite her apologies to him. At that moment he knew he had to make things right, he knew he had to make amends if she will forgive him. He still loved her.
That night he slept in the main bedroom, pretending to have her wrapped in his arms and whispering sweet somethings into her ears. His sleep was filled with dreams of her.
At the hospital the next morning, Sammy watched as the doctor and his nurses ran to and fro his mum’s ward. He knew something was definitely amiss. He looked at his dad and noticed he was pacing up and down the hospital hallway restlessly.
Sammy: “Daddy what is happening to mum?”
Richard: “Sammy I am not in the mood to answer any of your numerous questions now. I am really really tired so pardon me for now please?” he replied and continued pacing around.
Sammy: “He could have just answered the question rather that all those he just said. What a waste” he muttered to himself.
The doctor appeared at the hallway and beckoned for Richard to follow him.
Richard: “Wait for me here. Don’t move from that spot okay?” he said to his son.
Sammy: “Okay daddy” he admired the retreating figure of the doctor with his labcoat flying in the air behind him till they disappeared into another hallway leading to the consulting rooms.
Dr Wilson: “I am very disappointed in you Richard. There’s no way id lie to you about this. I have known you guys for quite some time now and I can’t say you don’t have your own faults in the conflicts between you and your wife. She made a mistake and she apologised to you with the last drop of her blood but this is how you paid her back?” he said as soon as he entered his consulting room and shut the door behind them. There were mirage of people in the hallway.
Richard: “What is going on? What are you talking about?”
Dr Wilson: “To cut the whole story short, your wife is suffering from a heart disorder called peripartum cardiomyopathy. I am sure you have heard of it before since she didn’t just develop it?”
Richard: “Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! I am damned. She did not fucking tell me all these while?”
Dr Wilson: “She said she tried telling you countless times but you kept shutting her out. Saying you don’t wanna hear anything about her and the baby. What kind of a man, husband and father says such to his pregnant wife?”
Richard: “Oh my God! I had no idea. I really had no idea. Wow!” he paced around the office aggressively.
Dr Wilson: “We have to operate her in order to at least save the baby. The baby is in danger as we talk, your wife’s heartbeat is already too faint, it can cease anytime. So I need your permission to carry out the CS?”
Richard: “’What do you mean by that? Can’t you go on and treat her of the illness? Why are you giving up on a woman who is not dead yet?”
Dr Wilson: “Her heart has shrunk beyond measure. It was already in its late stage, the only person who could have been able to keep her alive longer was you but you decided to neglect her, cast her away”
Richard: “Please you have to do something to save her life. For the sake of Sammy. Please doctor. I will pay any amount you want just don’t give up on her, please” he pleaded desperately clasping the doctors hand in his two hands and kneeling before him.
Dr Wilson: “I guess I have your permission to carry out the operation then? Hopefully, she will live. Be rest assured that I will try my best” he said pushing a paper to him to sign on which he did with a shaking hand.
Richard: “it’s a promise right? That you will save her” he said tearfully but the doctor said nothing and just walked out hurriedly, urging him to follow suite.


Opha laid on her bed thinking of what to do. She had been trying to reach Richard through phone calls but he kept missing her calls. She kept thinking of what he could be up to, where he was at the moment. “I just wish he isn’t putting the whole blames on me. That woman is looking for whom to implicate, who asked her to get married in the first place when she knew she wasn’t going to keep her home well? I can’t believe I am wishing she never recovers. Shit! God forgive me but I just can’t wait to have Richard all to myself”
Different thoughts kept running through her mind at the same time. She did not know when her mum stepped into her room and sat on the bed beside her, watching her daydream quietly.
Maggy: “Opha dear”she called softly. She lifted her long dark lashes slowly but quickly sat up when she saw it was her mum.
Opha: “Yes mum? Hope there is no problem? This one you are here all of a sudden like this, was just trying to take a nap”
Maggy: “Am I the one you are trying to deceive? I know when you are sleeping and when you are just feigning it. So what were you thinking about?” she said smiling amusingly.
Opha: “I am not thinking about anything mum ah!”
Maggy: “Okay if you say so. I brought a message from your dad”
Opha: “So I presumed. What bad news did you come bearing this time o” she shifted uneasily on the bed.
Maggy:”I am not sure if it can be called ill news. Infact I also support him, we only want what’s best for you and it high time you did right by yourself”
Opha: “Just come straight to the point, don’t beat around the bush, you know I hate it”
Maggy: “Your ill temper is without measure. Well, your dad asked me to tell you to bring your husband home since you have decided to reject all the eligible bachelors he had introduced to you”
Opha: “well I rejected them because I don’t have feelings for any of them…”
Maggy: “Just allow me to land first”
Opha: “Okay go ahead”
Maggy: “He said that he is giving you till next year to get married because you will be leaving this house on your 29 th birthday”
Opha: “Mum! How can you agree to something like that? That is the most unfair thing a parent will ever say to his only child. Only child! Mama I don’t like this o, if its joke stop it!” she ranted on and on while her mum watched her in awe.
Maggy: “Do you think you are still a small girl? Well he has said it and its final! I am only a messenger” she said and started walking out.
Opha: “Mama so you are trying to tell me you cannot stand up for me for this last time? Mama please don’t let him do this” she ran to her mum and held her forearm preventing her from leaving.
Maggy: “I have been standing up for you and that’s why you are still in this house living a fairy tale life. I have talked and talked to you, why on earth don’t you want to get married? Why? You have made us an object of ridicule in this whole country, isn’t it enough yet?”
Four hours later, the doctor emerged from the operating theatre and headed straight for where Richard sat with Sammy sleeping on his laps.
Richard: “Doctor…how is she? How is my wife?” he jerked up immediately he saw the doctor startling Sammy.
Dr Wilson: “There is good news and there’s also bad news Richard! Anyways, Congratulations
Richard: What do you mean good news and bad news
Dr Wilson: Your wife has been delivered of a bouncing
baby girl but she has to be placed under our care for
now because she was born premature” he said
extending his hand for a handshake which Richard
Richard: “So how is my wife? Is she alright?”
Dr Wilson: “She is alright for now”
Richard: “What do you mean by for now?” he sounded
so desperate.
Dr Wilson: “We were unable to stabilize her heart. I will
advise you to see her now, before it’s too late” he said
and walked away.
He walked hand in hand with Sammy to his wife’s ward.
The sight that greeted him was a pitiful one. She looked
so lean and cold without all the pregnancy exaggerated
fats. Sammy wanted to run to her but he held him back.
Richard: “Shhhhhh! She is resting, let’s not make a
raucous here okay? Come now! Let’s go back to the
reception and wait for her to wake up”
Sammy: “Dad but…” before he could say something
else, his mum turned slowly facing them.
Rebecca: “Baby you are here? I have been waiting for
you. Come here!” she said trying to sit up a bit but
Richard: “You shouldn’t stress yourself honey, go back
to sleep, we will wait outside till you have woken up” he
said not daring to move any closer to her unlike Sammy
who was already sitting on the edge of her bed.
Rebecca: “Sammy do you remember all I told you? How
I might be going on a long journey and will need you to
take care of your kid sister?”
Sammy: “Yes mum I remember but you are no longer
going anywhere right?”
Richard assisted her sitting on the bed with cover sheet.
Her hands swiped through the fibres of the long hair. It
was rumpled. She exhaled…
Rebecca: “Oh Sammy! I might still be going because I
am feeling so weak, I feel like…” he grabbed her lips
before she could finish the statement.
Richard: “Honey stop saying stuffs like that, you are not
going anywhere, you will stay and we will all live happily
together” he went closer together at last. Richard was in
the room with headache; tears seeped down his cheeks
met by phlegm that found its way out of the nostrils. He
was crying like a baby. He felt he failed his Wife not
being there especially when needed most.
Rebecca: “It’s too late for that already, I guess since
you are here that you have forgiven me at last? She said
with tears streaming down the side of her face and
soaking the pillow.
Richard: “It’s I who need to ask for your forgiveness, I
did wrong honey. I cannot tell you how sorry I am
enough but don’t worry, I will make it up to you, I will
love you now with all I have got. I will no longer cause
you any heartache, just recover fast so we can have the
fun of our lives” he felt like he was trying to persuade
himself that she was gonna live.
Rebecca: “Help me take care of my children, take care
of Anita too. I will continue loving you all, I am feeling
sleepy now and I feel talking drains my energy. You
may check on me later. “I love you Sammy. I love you
very very much” she said tenderly and just like that she drifted off to the deepest
sleep… RIP. 
To be continued… 
So Rebecca died after giving birth to their second born. Will Richard regret her death? What will become of his relationship with Opha? Next episode tomorrow.
The death of Richard’s wife had hit him so hard. He blamed himself for everything that had happened, everywhere he went, and the people he saw reminded him of her. Opha however stuck to him despite him being unresponsive to her. She knew he blamed the two of them for her death but she just wasn’t going to let him go. He was the only one who could save her from the disgrace which was looming ahead for her. That afternoon, she took lunch to him in his office since he had decided to go on hunger strike. She took it upon herself to take lunch to him every day which he hardly even touched.
Richard: “Oh you are here? I told you to stop doing this, I don’t think its even helping issues at all” he said matter of fact.
Opha: “But I want to keep doing it anyway and I doubt you can stop me. At least until I am rest assured that you are taking proper care of yourself. How is Annie and Sammy? Hope the nanny is taking good care of them?” she asked as she unpacked the lunch box, serving him coconut rice with enough plantain and fried
chicken. He just looked at the food and shook his head.
“What is it now?” her patience was already on the low level.
Richard: “I am not hungry” he looked away from her.
Opha: ‘For how long do you want to keep this up? Tell me. Haven’t you punished yourself enough? Its been three months for Christ sake” she snapped at him.
Richard: “She died because I neglected her. my wife, the mother of my children died because I could not see how much she was suffering, because of my callousness. What will I tell my kids when they ask of her later on? I
am really a terrible man” Ophelia could see he was trying so hard not to cry. She felt anger towards the dead for making the living suffer so much.
Opha: “Look here…”she moved closer, facing him “Your wife’s death was not your fault. She died because it was her time to die. What exactly would you have done if she had eventually succeeded in telling you? Are
you God? Can you give and take life? Answer me can you?”
He looked at her and shook his head slowly.
Richard: “but at least I would have shown her all the love I have. I wouldn’t have allowed her to go through it all alone. I even denied her pregnancy. Imagine how heartless I was? She must have cried so much. She must have longed for me all those cold nights and now
she is rotting in the lonely grave” the tears started flowing freely.
Opha: “It’s okay? It’s going to be fine. I am here for you. I have even resigned at my place of work so I can fully dedicate my time to taking care of you, Sammy and Annie. I don’t trust all those nannies so I will be going to your house as soon as I leave this place?”
Richard: “You really resigned? Hmmmm! Are you sure that is a good move? You will not regret it later?”
Opha: “My regretting it or not depends on you. Now start eating while I watch you, your lunch break will soon be over and you will have to resume work” she watched with satisfaction as he devoured the food with fervour. She smiled at how vulnerable he was at that moment like a bulldog who had strayed from home and
was lost from home.
Opha and her dad, Prof. Harrison were in their sitting room engaged in a heated argument
Prof. Harry: “I said no! You cannot marry a widower. That will sincerely be over my dead body. What kind of disgrace are you trying to put me through? Are you crazy?”
Opha: “I am crazy and that is why I am even thinking of getting married at all. Had I been in my right senses, I would not have been having this talk with you sir!” she shot back at him with vigour matching his.
Prof. Harry: “Woman what have you been feeding this daughter of yours while I am away? Haven’t you been teaching her anything at all? What is wrong with the two of you?” he said facing his wife with eyes spitting fire and brimstone.
Maggy: “Opha calm down! Don’t make me into a bad mother and just listen to us. How can you decide it’s a widower with two young children you want to marry despite your level of education? You have so many suitors, just pick one of them ehn?”
Opha: “No! he is my choice and if you refuse to
accept my choice, then be ready to lose me” she said and stormed out of the house.
Maggy went to her husband and knelt down in front of him.
Prof. Harry: “What’s this? Please stand up already”
Maggy: “Please allow her to marry whoever she wants, I beg you. Don’t forget it’s her life and she has the right of choice. We can only guide her but if she refuses to listen to us, let’s let her be. I don’t want to lose my only child”
Prof. Harry: “So you are asking me to allow her marry a man whose wife died? Do you know what killed her?”
Maggy: “Well I know that she wil be fine. Don’t forget she has never talked about any man before. This one is the first, there must be something that made her go for this one. So let’s give them a chance”
He thought for a while…
Prof. Harry: “Okay then but I wouldn’t want to hear it if things start going wrong. You two will bear it all alone” he said and walked out on her while she was still on her knees.
She took lunch to him in the office as usual and begged him to walk with her briefly. As they sat on the fence around the fountain in front of the office, she thought of how to ask him over and over again.
Richard; “Is there something you want to tell me dear?”
Opha: “Yeah there is and please you must not panic. I gave this a lot of thought before making this decision and I think it’s the right thing to do”
Richard: “What is it dear? Don’t worry I will not panic, just bring it on already”
She brought out a small box tied with a light blue ribbon, she opened it and two sparkling diamond rings kissed the sunlight. She knelt down in front of him.
Opha: “Will you marry me Richie?”
To be continued….
How should Richie answer this powerful QUESTION???
Richard looked around embarrassedly, trying to make sure no one noticed them but of course they were noticed as people had already started gathering with their phones and camera taking snapshots.  There were sounds of “wow” coming from different directions. He heard someone say “She is quite brave, I wish my
girlfriend will do this too” another said “what rubbish, women should not do this, how can a woman be so cheap?”
Opha: “Richie…I am still waiting for your reply” she said looking up at him pleadingly.
Richard: “Baby I am sorry but can we go somewhere private and talk about this please? People are staring at us” he said, lifted her up to her feet, collected the box from her, pocketed it and drew her along with him forcefully. They headed back to his office. As soon as
they entered inside the office, whistles from different angles greeted them ” news indeed travelled fast” he thought as they maneuvered their ways to his office.
Opha: “What is happening? You don’t want to marry me?”
Richard: “That is not the issue now, the issue is you proposing to me. Why did you do that and in public? My God!” he paced around with his right hand on his forehead.
Opha: “I don’t understand, what is so wrong with that? Can’t I even do that?” she tried biting back tears.
Richard: “Not that you can’t but doing it in private would have gone a long way than this. Now we are going to be
the talk of the town. Just check the internet, you will see it as a hot news there tomorrow”
Opha: “What does that matter?”
Richard: “It matters dear, it does. Don’t you care about your dignity? Do you know what people will be saying about you? Especially those ALFs eehh.. they can find faults so easily on anyone. Have you ever seen a woman proposing to a man before in public?”
Opha: “I don’t care. If losing my dignity would make us be together then I will lose it over and over again. I just want to be fully there for you and the kids. How is that a bad move?”
Richard: Do you know people on social media  are reading this?
Opha: I said, I don’t care … don’t you get it Richie? She flared uncontrollably
Richard: “Baby I appreciate your kind gesture towards I and my kids but I don’t think I am ready to commit to another person just yet. I am still mourning my wife”
Opha: “Oh really? And what about me? If you reject this proposal I will disappear from your life forever. I am on loose end right now. I swallowed all of my human pride to do this. If only you know how much it took me to take this step”
Richard: “Hey baby! I don’t want to lose you but please can you give me more time? I want to do it the right way. I want you to know I actually love you but don’t want to give people the wrong impression about us.
Let’s take it slow?”
Opha: “Okay but for how long will I have to wait?” she asked sadly.
Richard: “It’s not going to be long I promise and thanks for taking this bold step. I will remember it for the rest of my life”
Opha: “Anything for my boo. And the rings? I was going to wear one though”
Richard: “I will keep them till further notice if you don’t mind” he said, went close to her and held her in his arms tightly. “I love you” he said and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
Opha: “Uhn uhn!” she grunted and pulled away from him. “I will get going now before you get fired cos of me. Catch ya later” she picked up her handbag and walked out without looking back. He could not imagine his luck. He felt like a baby floating on water. All through that day, he kept giggling and grinning from ears to ears until his cheeks could not take it anymore and started protesting.
Sammy came back from school and met his sister on the floor crying, he scooped her up in his arms and sang her favourite song to her. Looked around the house and saw that the nanny Ngozi was in her room sleeping.
Sammy: “Nanny” he tapped her roughly on the feet. She refused to stand up but he did not give up. He was angry that his sister was neglected like that. ”Nanny…” he tried even harder. She stirred briefly, opened her
eyes and sat up angrily.
Ngozi: “What is wrong with you this boy that is always behaving like an old man? Why are you disrupting my sleep?”
Sammy: “Why did you leave Annie alone in the
Ngozi: “Who are you to question me? Besides why are you back from school by this time? Aren’t you supposed to stay for lesson? All your mates are in school learning but you are here questioning me like an idiot” she rose
up and make to hit him but he dodged it shielding Annie too as she slept peacefully in his arms.
Sammy: “Today is Friday madam, you are our nanny and you can’t even take note of such little information. I am going to tell my mum all these when she comes back. Just be getting ready to leave our house” Ngozi let out loud bouts of laughter
Ngozi: “Which mum? The one that is dead? Your mother is dead you dim witted boy…”
Sammy: “It’s your mother who is dead not mine. My mum went on a journey and asked me to take care of my sister on her behalf and that is what I am doing now. She will be back soon, I am only waiting for her to spill out all the wrongs you’ve been doing in this house.
Dad will give you money to buy baby food and clothes for Annie but instead you will use it for something else. I am writing them all down for you”
Ngozi: “Who told you that? And besides your mother is really really dead but you can still wait for her though. Just know you will grow old waiting for her” she said laughing wickedly again. “Get out of my sight idiot. And don’t get too comfy yet, your dad is bringing in another
wife to replace your mum very soon. You are
motherless, motherless” she said rising up from the bed
Sammie: “I am not motherless, my mum is coming back very soon: he started to cry and the baby in his arms stirred restlessly.
Ngozi: “Pathetic boy” she said and left him the room.
He carried Annie to his bedroom and laid her gently on her cot. Looked at her as she cooed in her sleep and tears started flowing down his face. He went over to his drawer, brought out a picture of his mum, sat down as his tears dripped on the glass of the little picture frame.
“Mum where are you really? You told me you wouldn’t stay long, you told me you’d be back or didn’t you?” he caressed her face from the glass of the frame and continued “Annie needs you mum! She hasn’t even had a breast milk before and that’s why she looks so small,
I need you too and I miss you so much. I want my mum back. Did you leave because dad was not happy with you? Mum Aunty Ngozi, said you are dead when you aren’t. I feel so angry with her and I am going to tell dad
everything when he returns. I love you mummy” he said, cleaned his tears and went to check on Annie who was still soundly asleep. “Baby don’t worry, our mum is coming back soon. You just be healthy and don’t worry, I will take care of you like mum said I should. It’s going
to be fine little sister” he watched as the baby smiled sweetly in her sleep.
Sammy: “Daddy I want to report the nanny to you” he said after his dad had his dinner, showered and sat with Annie on his laps watching the 9:00pm news on CNN.
Richard: “What happened?” he asked without looking away from the Television.
Sammy narrated all of the Nanny’s escapades to his dad and emphasized on the part where Annie don’t get fed enough.
Richard: “Ngozi…” he barked and she answered from her room. She ran into the sitting room with her wrapper hanging loosely around her waist. “Sammy repeat everything you just told me now” he order and Sammy
“Is that true?” he asked after Sammy had finished.
Ngozi: “It’s not true sir. I do everything according to your instructions sir”
Richard: “And the part where you neglected my daughter in the sitting room while you slept soundly in your room? A three month old baby who has not even started sitting on her own yet?”
Ngozi: “I am sorry sir, it will not repeat itself again sir”
Richard: “So you mean that really did happen? You abandoned my daughter all alone in this big sitting room? I was hoping you’d also tell me that was just a
cooked up story. I am very disappointed in you Ngozi”
Ngozi: “Please forgive me sir! It will never happen again I promise” she was unable to look him in the eyes.
Sammy: “Daddy is it true mum is dead? It’s not true right?”
Richard: “Who told you that?”
Sammy: “She did!” he said pointing at Ngozi who was busy making signs to him to keep quiet.
Richard: “Now that is the limit to what I can take. I specifically told you not to talk about stuffs like this to him. I cannot have a lady like you around my children.
I’d have asked you to leave tonight but considering that it’s late, I will let you stay till tomorrow. So first thing tomorrow morning, pack your things and get the hell out
of my house. Do you understand?”
Ngozi: “Please sir. I will never repeat it again, just pardon me this once please?” she said kneeling down in front of him but just as he was about to say something, his Samsung Galaxy vibrated beside him, he checked
and saw that the caller was Opha, he quickly picked it.
Richard: “Hello dear…what is happening?”
Opha: “I need your help Richie” she said and he
realised she had been crying.
Richard: “What is wrong? Hope you are okay? Where are you right now?” he asked panicking. He handed Annie to Sammy and hurried to the room.
Opha: “I am at Orile bus stop, can you come and pick me please?”
Richard: “What are you doing there by this time?” he asked but she was not there to answer him anymore, she had disconnected the call. He hastily grabbed his car keys from the table and headed out the door.
“Sammy…I will be right back, take care of Annie and make sure that girl did not touch her okay?” he said as he was walking out.
Sammy: “Okay dad, taking care of her is what I know to do best anyway. But to think of it, why do they all keep leaving asking me to take care of her? “He muttered to himself and when realization dawned on him, he sprinted to the door with the baby still in his arms but
all he could see when his dad’s tail light zooming out of the gate. He shook his head and went back inside sullenly. “I hope you will not stay long like mum is dad.
God Please make him come back today” he soliloquized
After like twenty minutes’ drive, he parked his car at the road leading to Coker Street and called her. He waited for some time then looked in the rear view mirror and sighted her dragging a big bag with her. He got down from the car and without a word took the bag from her,
dropped it inside the boot and climbed in with her.
Richard: “What happened and where are you going to?” he said without starting the car.
Opha: “My parents sent me out of the house” she cried out wiping her face.
Richard: Whattt????
To be continued…
Richard: “What? For real? On what ground would they send their only child out of the house?” he said with his eyes popping out of their sockets.
Opha: “They watched the video of me proposing to you. The video seem to have gone viral…”
Richard: “Damnit! I told you…I told you this could happen. Do you see it now?”
Opha: “I don’t need you putting blames on me now. What I need from you now is your moral support and probably a place to crash at?”
Richard: “Let’s go back and plead with your parents, tell them you were only being childish and naïve. Tell them we planned the whole thing together so we could get popular?”
Opha: “No way! You don’t know my dad. He is a stubborn son of a difficult mother. You should have heard him raging even my mum could say nothing, she just cowered at a corner like a deaf and dumb who had no inkling about what was happening” she said sarcastically.
Richard: “Don’t talk about your parents with such disrespect ma’am. If you don’t respect your parents how will you be able to respect your husband later on?”
Opha: “I am just angry dear. I can’t believe they could throw me out by this time of the night. All my dad cares about is his reputation and honour. One will think he is the only Professor in the world. Please can we just get out of here? I am getting scared already”
Richard: ‘Where will you want to go to now? A hotel or my house?”
Opha: “Your house will not be bad” she replied strapping on her seat belt.
Night time was a nightmare to Gloria especially anytime her husband was not away on a business trip. She dreaded the time he’d have to pull her panties to thrust into her. It made her want to throw up in his face but she knew doing that would mean death to her marriage. She had to endure and keep enduring until when she is finally able to leave the marriage. She laid on the bed thinking of Opha, of everything they had shared, their love and friendship. Despite all of their escapades, they had never been suspected even once let alone caught. Whenever they spent those long hours in her room, her mum always thought they were having their girly talk so no one ever thought of intruding. The thought of those times made her horny involuntarily, she remembered her husband was in the shower and would soon pounce on her, she quickly got up and wiped herself clean with tissue and went back to bed. He head the door of the bathroom open and braced herself for what was to come next.
Johnson: “Remove your night gown” he grunted like a pig on heat. She obeyed and laid back. He took in her stance and smiled satisfactorily. He joined her on the bed and instead doing what she thought he will do, he turned her sideways to face him.
Johnson: “What is wrong dear? Is there something I am doing that you don’t like? Is there anyway you know that can make it better?”
Gloria: “You are doing just fine” all she wanted was to get the night over with.
Johnson: “But why are you always so unresponsive when we make love? You hardly even touch my bag except I beg you to. I feel like I am raping you and that is the worst feeling any married man can have in his marriage. Please tell me, you don’t like the way I do it?”
Gloria: “I said you are doing just fine. I am serious”
Johnson: “Okay can we try something different today? Instead of me doing the whole job, you will do it today. You will ride me, I want to feel your ass slapping against my shaft. I want to watch your boobs bounce carelessly up and down. Can we do that?” he gaze was lustrous and pleading at the same time.
Gloria: “No I don’t want to. If you really want to make love, I am here. Do it the usual way you used to or I will go to sleep now” she said and made to turn away from him but he held her down.
Johnson: “You are my wife for Christ sake woman and we are supposed to be trying new things on bed. Try pleasuring me once too so I’d know I married a living person and not some log of wood” his voice was calm as he said this. He knew what he wanted.
Gloria sensing that his patience could snap at any time decided to do as he requested. She closed her eyes and started kissing him while he kissed her back, groaning annoyingly. She felt herself becoming wet as he dipped his finger into her centre. She pretended it was Opha she was with and this made her enjoy the act for that moment until she climbed on top of him and slide him gently into her. All the sensations she had felt earlier vanished, she almost pulled away but he held her down tightly on her waist and started rocking her back and forth. She followed the rhythm and soon picked up the pace. Grinding against his shaft while he squeezed the boobs, the sensation came flooding her and she felt herself going faster and faster until she started contrasting around him. She could not believe she was cumming. Her eyes squeezed shut as her body finally relaxed, he noticed it and turned her over on all fours in the doggy style. He rammed against her as his hip bone slapped against her buttocks, the sound of that turned him on even the more as he also climaxed spilling his seed inside her. They both rolled back on the bed breathing heavily.
Johnson: “That was awesome honey. Did you like it?” he asked looking at her lovingly.
Gloria: “Yeah it was great, I enjoyed every bit of it” she replied smiling but she wasn’t going to admit to him it was the first time she ever reached orgasm with a man.
He sat opposite her in the sitting room eyeing her suspiciously. He wondered why she was at their house with her clothes and feeling so comfortable as if she was at her home. ” She even slept in the same room with my dad. I just dislike this lady with passion ” he mused.
Opha: “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
Sammy: “Why did you come to our house?”
Opha: “I am in your house because I am going to be your new mum from now onwards”
Sammy: “You are never going to be my mum because my mum will be back soon. So you should better go back home aunty”
Opha: “How did your mother even bring this boy up? How can you be so rude to someone who used to be your teacher?”
Sammy: “Well I guess it’s not my mum who failed in teaching me well, it’s you!” he blurted out rudely.
Hell was let loose in the home of the Harrisons when in the morning, Opha was nowhere to be found. Maggy called Gloria to ask if she was there but she replied in the negative and even went further to say she hadn’t heard from her for three days. Prof. Harry kept barking orders in the sitting room, heaping accusations and threats on his wife.
Prof. Harry: “Shameless mother and daughter. How can she leave home without telling anyone in the middle of the night? I know you both planned it together, to spoil my good name in this neighbourhood” he kept fuming.
Maggy: “take it easy. She could have gone out briefly this morning, besides we all ate dinner together last night and there was no ill-feeling whatsoever between us last night. Maybe she went on her morning workout?”
Prof. Harry: “Why are you acting so dumb? Weren’t you the person who reported to me that some of her clothes were missing too? Do you exercise with a traveling bag on your head? This is the price I have to pay for marrying an illiterate” he said, giving her a look that could send a soldier into hiding.
Maggy: “What are we going to do now? Heei this girl is trying to send me out of my husband’s house” she started crying.
One of the servants in the house ran into the sitting room with his phone, watching something. He handed it over to the professor who became dumbfounded and speechless.
Maggy: “What is happening?” she went closer to peep into the phone and what she saw also weakened her legs. She took some steps back and slumped on the floor, crying…
To be continued…

By DeLpH