A story written by BukkyDan ([email protected])…
Barbra pressed her head into her soft pillow, in a bid to hide her face…the knock she heard came again-a little louder.
Her husband must of gone nuts;if he thinks, he’d have her dish it out again. Can’t he get it that she’s easily bored by such things?
“Mummy!” Cassandra pushed the door open.
Barbra’s eyes snapped open, Cassie? What’s wrong?
“Mummy..” Cassandra called again, walking towards the kingsized bed.
“Cassandra Williams! You have no idea what time it is?”
“Erm…uhm..sorry to disturb your sleep…” Cassandra replied looking excited.
“what’s that look on your face?” Barbra asked sitting up.
“Mum you won’t believe it, the John I told you about is here again o…they’ve come to take that witch away.” her eyes shone with happiness as she spoke.
“You mean Joyce?” Barbra asked observing her closely.
“Yea…” she replied with a short laugh.
” Cassie? Look me in the eyes and tell me you have no hand in this.” Barbra’s pierced into her daughter, who was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“Mum…I’m sorry…”Cassandra avoided her eyes.
“I got John’s phone number from Joyce phone…and I called him to…”
“You have no idea what you’ve done! That man could be a robber or a kidnapper! Joyce told you she doesn’t know him…and you still….Cassandra are you this st.upid?” Barbra said in a fierce whisper.
“No…” Cassandra mumbled, she could feel her mother hot breathe on her cheek.
Without a word, Barbra grabbed her night robe, pulling it over her she sauntered out of the room.
“Mum…wait up!” Cassandra ran after her.
“so Joyce, what have you got to say?” Williams asked.
“I don’t know what they’re talking about, she is my mother-true! But John? No! He’s just an ex!” Joyce replied in a firm voice- she’s gradually regaining her composure.
“Shup up! Stupid geh! After John don finish sponsor you for school, your eye don open, you wan con form ingrish abi?” the old woman scolded.
“Mama, as you can see, I’m pregnant for this other man o” Joyce replied.
“Which pregnancy? That pikin belongs to me!” John slammed his hands on his laps.
“Joyce, for the last time! Who owns that baby?” Willaims asked impatiently
“Joy! Before I close my eye and open again, go bring your bag let us waka.” the old woman yelled in her shrill voice.
“She’s not going anywhere.”
all eyes turned, to behold Barbra who must been standing below the stairs for so long.
“she’s is not a child, she knows who owns her pregnancy.” Barbra noted walking towards an empty sofa.
Joyce sighed, she couldn’t be more grateful, who said God isn’t on her side?
“who be this woman?” The old woman asked.
“My wife!” williams replied.
“oh, so you even get wife? Shameless man! You marry this kain fine woman, you come dey follow this mumu Joy up and down? Na God go judge you.” The old woman cursed.
“I won’t have you insult my husband!” Barbra snapped- she wasn’t sure she’s doing the right thing, but this is her husband they’re talking about, his unborn child.
“ohooo! No wonder! So na you mumu pass? Joy jazz you abi? Or you self na like that you take come this house? I no blame you, no be yoruba you be? For our place we dey marry o, Joy get husband, and na her husband be this John wey you dey see so.”
“Confirm!” John nodded beating his chest.
“With due respect…” Williams cleared his throat, he’s grateful having a wife that understands.
“With due respect, this should be the last time you- Mr John or what ever you call yourself, would come to my own house to cause trouble!” Barbra took over.
“If you have any scores to settle with Joyce, let it be outside my home please.” Barbra continued to sound her warning.
“Joyce isn’t a child, as I said earlier. She knows the father of her child! Besides we’re still gonna test the paternity of the child.” she added.
Cassandra pinched her mother, whatever was wrong with her.
Barbra threw her an angry look, before turning to the suprised Joyce.
“Get these people outta my house this minute!” she gave her order, before going back to her room.
Cassandra shook her head in disbelief as she watched her mother mount the stairs, something just wasn’t right. She’d call Aunty Ashley right away, her mother’s about losing her mind.
To Be Continued…