HOSTILITY ON A WOMAN.💫💝
🌷 EPISODE 6.🌷
Wrath and fury filled up my heart when I espied that I have given birth to
a girl child.
In truth, I was in a black mood and I felt like going gentle into that
goodnight.
The nurses were comforting and I kept weeping.
Ben had come and take his responsible wife Miriam home leaving me in the
hospital for the second time.
He had earlier told the doctor to tell me that he doesn’t want to see my
girl child in his house that if I want to have a place in his home that my
child shouldn’t be seen anywhere in his house.
My heart gave me one big thump that nearly made me faint when the doctor
told me what Ben said to him previously.
“What will I do now?” I queried myself.
“Should I take her to the village? No!
Mama will be infuriated if she hears that Favour had bitten the dust” I
said in my mind.
“Should I take her to the orphanage? No! some childless couples might adopt
her” I kept pondering.
“Yes, I will take her to Mama, she will grumble and rant the way she likes
and afterwards she will hush down” I muttered while meditating.
“Madam, this is your bill” one of the nurses said as she gave me a long
slip.
“My God!” I roared because the bill was enormous and I did not have any
money.
I lowered my voice and asked “Nurse! I don’t have enough money with me,
can’t you people reduce the charge?”
“No! ma, nothing can be done about it” the nurse replied.
My heart was in my mouth as I did not know the next step to take – Ben
seized my phone and I know not of any number upstairs.
“What will I do now?” I asked myself as I drag my disheveled ebony hair
that grew up in nine months after it was being shaved off completely by Ben
and his wife.
“Stop that young woman!” A woman that previously gave birth said.
I turned immediately and looked at her. She was smiling broadly like a man
who won a lottery.
Bewilderment and astonishment filled my countenance.
“See, young lady, I passed through this circumstance before bréaking the
back of the beást. I believe you can pass it too, God will surely see you
through” She said with his face wreathe in smiles.
“Apropos of the hospital bill, I will beg my husband to pay for you and I.
I will tell him your condition” she uttered with a low tone.
I was froze with thoughts “Does this kind of human still exit?”
I knelt down instantly and started thanking her continuously but she
ordered that I should stand up that it was nothing.
I relaxed my mind and I was happy as Larry when her husband came and paid
the hospital bills. He also gave me some money.
I left the hospital grinning from ear to ear although I was a little bit
depressed.
I boarded a tricycle that took me to the bus stop where I boarded a bus
that will drop in Aba.
Before I knew where I was, the bus had gotten to Aba – it was already 4pm
that day. I headed to the house because it was close to the bus stop.
When I got home, Mama welcomed me dearly.
The first thing she asked me was “Where is Favour?” My mouth started
shaking and she asked again with a thunderous voice “Where is Favour?”.
“She have joined the choir invisible” I responded.
“Which choir? Your church choir? why did you allow my small grand daughter
to join the youth choir?” She kept asking, asking and asking.
“No! she did not join any choir – she is deäd” I said with my voice shaky.
Mama stood up immediately and started yelling, screaming and shouting. She
rolled down the earth and continued to roar.
“Mama I have cried and my eyes are now tearless! I gave birth to this child
I am carrying yesterday and Ben did not care to come” I uttered with tears
streaming down my cheeks.
Mama now sat down as though she was downhearted and I narrated all that
transpired to her.
“Ben said that he doesn’t want to see this innocent child in his house, so
that is why I brought her here for you to nurture her. I must make sure she
enrols in a good school and feed well like other children” I said
thoughtfully.
My mother concurred to take care of her and I was on cloud nine.
The next day, I went back to the city and when I reached to the house, I
saw my luggages and my bags in front of the gate
Rain was whipping down on me and I knocked countless times but no one
opened the gate.
I was bundle of nerves and hot tears was drizzling from my eyes like a
rain…
I was crying my eyes out when I saw my luggages outside the portal gate. My
heart shattered into pieces as I kept knocking. Unfortunately, no one
opened the gate.
I sprawled out on the floor pondering intensively on what to do. I had
spent all the money given to me by that Kind man in the hospital.
I had no money to go back to the village and I couldn’t look for a paid job
cause my husband seized my CV and everything regarding my education.
Rain was falling heavily and I carried my luggages on my head and moved to
the Bus stop –it was very far and I trekked for two hours before getting
there.
“Oga, please help me out!, My husband pushed me out and I have no money to
go back to the village” I begged an affluent man in his car, he was being
held by the traffic.
The man drooled a saliva at me “Get out! you beggar” he said and drove out.
More tears emerged on my cheeks and the smell of the acidic saliva was
fetid.
“Oh! God” I grumbled and sighed heavily.
” Young lady What are you doing on the rain?” A man asked.
I turned and saw a handsome man. He was dark skinned and his lips was pink.
Truly, he was fascinating.
“Where are you heading?” He added.
“I am going to Aba and unfortunately I have no money, my husband pushed me
out” I said with my mouth shaking like a leaf.
“I am going to owerri but I will pay your transport fare” He said and
chuckled.
I knelt down instantly and started thanking him. He told me to stand up and
he helped me pack my baggages in the boot.
I was happy as a flea in a doghouse. “God is indeed wonderful” I said in my
mind.
I had kittens when I noticed that the man was at glancing as though he was
lustful.
At 9:00pm, we reached owerri and the bus spoilt–It’s tyres ran flat.
The driver tried as much as he could but the tyres was totally flat.
People came out of the bus and started looking for a cab to board and I was
bated breath.
“Come and sleep in my house tonight, it’s not too far from here.” The man
that paid my transport fare uttered.
At first, I didn’t concur but later on, I decided to spend a night in his
home.
Instantaneously, we boarded a tricycle which took us to his house.
When I got to his house, I kept looking at the long sofa and the humongous
television set in his sitting.
He welcomed me and offered me a drink not knowing he had poisoned it.
I gulped in a little of the drink and I fell asleep immediately. I couldn’t
explicate what had happened to me.
In the morning, I woke up seeing myself nâked and feeling pains all over my
body. I was full of rage and fear as tears of pains and misery flowed
freely down my cheeks.
I lost my marbles when I deciphered that the man whom I trusted as far as I
could fling a bull by the tail póisoned me.
I broke out in a cold sweat when he came and said “Bâby, you’re too sweet
on bed, I feel like jogging on you horizontally, daily”.
Words failed me and I was flabbergasted.
Then, he tried to touch my thighs but I moved out instantly though I was
nâked but I was lucky my luggages were in the sitting room.
I wore my clothes expeditiously and eluded his house with my sober
countenance.
He attempted to hinder me from going but I pushed him off. And the push
made him to plummet on the surface of the earth.
I did that as though I wanted to blow a fuse.
It was 6:00am already and people were rambling and transversing along the
road.
Big trailers and caravans were passing.
Tricycles, cars and buses were also passing.
I was insolvent and bankrupted. I had no money to board a bus that will
take me to Aba.
I kept thinking outside the box on how to rise some money when I looked at
one of my baggages.
“I would have to sell this together with the clothes inside it in other to
get money” I said my mind.
I bought that baggage fifteen thousand naira then and I was lucky to sell
it for ten thousand naira together with the clothes.
I sold it to a young lady who pitied me when I narrated everything I had
gone through to her.
Forthwith, I boarded a bus which ran like a greased lightning.
When I got home, my visage was full of smiles when I saw my baby girl
bouncing as though she was much healthier.
“What happened Mezuo?” Mama asked. “I thought you said you’re going to stay
with Ben”.
I smirked and told Mama that I would explicate what happened later and she
did not repudiate.
I know that my child will console me. I know she would wipe away my tears.
“I must work very hard and train you to any level of education” I said and
cuddle her.”I will name you victory, because you must surely come out
victorious”.
A year later, Victory was already in Nursery 2. She was very intelligent
and brilliant and all her teachers were admiring her.
I was doing mini jobs in the village in other to help in paying her school
fees and also providing for the family.
I was really hardworking and all the people I worked for had all commended
me.
One day, Mama was very sick and I had no money to buy drugs for her· the
drugs I bought for her the other day had finished.
She was shaking and gasping for air when I ran to the pharmaceutical shop.
“Sir, please give me some drugs, my mother is very sick. I will pay you
back when I come back from work today” I blubbered with my heart pounding.
“No!,go and get money first” He uttered.
I tried to beg him but he ordered me to get out.
That was the only pharmaceutical shop in the village and I know not of
anybody to borrow money from.
I ran out immediately to check on Mama’s condition in the house. I got
there and Mama was no longer breathing.
Mama have crossed over.
I screamed with much pain in my heart and I felt like giving up the ghost…
I was afraid of my own shadow when I discovered that Mama had paid the debt
of nature.
I sprawled out on the floor with my hands on my head screaming and sobbing
dolefully.
“Mama why?” I sobbed.
Some people rushed to my house as though they heard my cries. Gradually, my
house was filled with numerous sympathizers.
Some women, both old and young women sat beside me soothing me while other
people folded their hands shaking their heads regrettably.
It was indeed a crying shame because I had no dime to take Mama to the
mortuary.
I was truly at sixes and sirens.
“I will buy the casket so that your mother will be buried now,” a tall
white-headed man said and touched my back.
I recalled vividly the first day Mama suffered a heart attack, I begged
this affluent man couple of times to at least give me some money but he
made an offer – that I should lay down with him.
I rejected and he chased me away from his humble abode.
Today, he came to mock me, I knew of that. My face was instantly buried in
my hands and tears were dripping uncontrollably.
Mama was my strength when I had no strength. She was my fighter, my
guardian angel.
I was the only child she birthed so, she loved me with passion.
More tears flowed down my cheeks when my close friend Edith brought back my
victory from school.
I stood up immediately and held her up.
Her eyes were red and I was astonished when she said: “Grandma! where is
she? “.
“She is sleeping inside the room” I replied.
Victory nodded positively and cleaned my tears with his backhands. Then, I
knew that this girl is the remedy to my problems.
She didn’t stop looking at the sympathizers who was sighing as though they
were wounded.
At midday, Mama was laid to rest. I said my last goodbyes. She doesn’t
deserve to díe yet – she hasn’t ripe the fruits of her labour.
After the funeral, people handed over some money, food items to me
A year after the burial, Victory was two years old then. People were coming
to pay their condolences and bit by bit, they stopped totally.
Things became unbearable for us and we hardly eat one square meal a day.
A week later, while I was coming back from work, Edith my bosom friend ran
to me and disclosed that kidnappers invaded Victory’s school and abducted
her and five others.
I was like a cat on hot bricks and tears couldn’t flow down as though my
eyes were now tearless.
Then, I knew that the true definition of my life is misery.
To be continued…
