A story written by BukkyDan ([email protected])…
“Sasha might not like this…you know.” Cassandra whispered to her aunt, as they both assisted in giving Sasha’s bedroom a new look.
“hmmm” Ashley grunted, putting a pin in her mouth.
“I don’t think she’ve got taste for girlish stuffs.” Cassandra continued.
“Maybe you should ask Kenny.” Ashley gestured towards her son who was busy on phone talking to God knows who.
“eku ishe ooo” Barbra cooed as she walked into the room holding a large pink bear.
“Mummy I want…mummy I want…” Cassandra and Kola cried.
“Weldone sister mi.” Barbra patted her sister ignoring them.
“mummy pulleeaase…I want it nao” Kola continued to whine.
“Its for your sister.” Barbra replied tossing it on the kingsized bed she had ordered earlier.
“You mean Sasha?” Kenny scoffed.
“she might not like that you know” he continued pocketing his phone.
“You think so?”
“I’m not sure…but the Sasha I know, might not like all these stuffs.” Kenny shrugged.
There was a moment of silence, everybody weighing his words.
“now why is everybody wearing a long face? Wait till she come nah.” Kenny consoled.
“Yea she might be a changed person now.” Kola put in, secretly wishing she would reject the bear and hand it over to him.
“Mr man. The last time I spoke to your father, he said her memory is intact…so?” Ashley rolled her eyes.
“maybe we should get back to work.” Barbra noted.
“Yea sure! Kola get me those nails…” Kenny resumed his part of the job.
“Aburo, lemme show you the things I bought.” Barbra led her sister out of the room, leaving the kids all to themselves.
They almost bumped into Joyce who was about to go out. Her baby strapped to her back and a baby bag in her hand.
“You’re going out?” Barbra asked.
“Yes!” Joyce snapped as if to say ‘noo, I’m coming in.”
“You’re taking the baby along? She’s not up three weeks old…don’t you think its too risky to…you know take her out in this hot weather?” Barbra continued in her careful manner.
“The child is mine, and I’m free to take her where ever I choose…risky or whatever.” Joyce replied rudely before heading to the exit.
“That’s sooo good! I wish she added more insults to that statement.” Ashley clapped.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Barbra probed.
“Mrs Good Woman, thats what you want to be called shebi? I pray next time you carry yourself to her place, you’d leave the scene a black eye as a result of the slaps you’d recieve.”
“Thats an insult.” Babra frowned.
“Insult ke? Cos I told you the truth? When that iya Aje insulted you, did you say anything? Weren’t you smiling like what I don’t know?” Ashley continued.
“If you like; even when the test proves the child isn’t your husband’s, beg her to continue staying here shogbo?” Ashley cut in.
“Whatever!” Babra stamped to the kitchen.
“yes oo! I won’t stop telling you the truth o, till those scales fall off your eyes.” Ashley clapped after her.
Joyce took deep breathes as she stepped her foot into the spacious compound. Was it a compound or a qtrs? It encloses four flats situated at different ends. John lives in one of them, she prayed he hasn’t moved out of the flat yet.
She knocked gently on the door she was so used to, whilst wiping her sweaty forehead with the other hand. She was considering taking her leave when she heard the door click open.
“Good afternoon o, na who you dey find?” a young girl in her early twenties asked peeping out.
“Errrm…” Joyce hesitated.
“Please I’m looking for John, He lives here.”
“Ehen..who you be?” the girl asked again.
“Please he’s in?” Joyce ignored her question.
“Him no dey, any message for am? Na me be im wife, tell me I go deliver your message.” the girl offered.
Joyce’s eyes popped out, just then did she discover the girl’s slightly protruding tummy.
The headache she’ve been nursing for days increased- it felt like some one was using her head for ‘panel beating experiment’, she closed and opened her eyes just be sure she wasn’t dreaming.
“Madam shey you dey okay o, dis one wey you dey close eye so, no go faint for here o.”
Joyce swallowed hard, slowly she started to walk away on her jellylike legs.
“Adanma, you and who dey talk?” a thick voice asked emerging for the back yard.
Joyce held her breathe spinning sharply. Their eyes met, and tears rolled down her cheeks- all hope was lost.
To Be Continued….