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Friday, September 29, 2017

The Boss (1)



Abu paced up and down the living room, thinking again about how he was going to confront his wife about the matter on his mind.

 He had been putting it off for a while, but the repeated jests of his friends were beginning to wear thin, and he decided that now was the time to deal with the issue once and for all.

He remembered when he first met Halima at university. What had immediately impressed him about her was how smart and confident he was. He had noticed how during their lectures, she would politely but firmly ask questions which would tease apart some point that the lecturer had made, and which would create a lively discussion. But he wasn’t quite sure whether she would think that he was in her league.

“Abeg, go for it, jo”, Sammy, his waggish friend said. Sammy operated on a ‘take-no-prisoners’ principle, so it was just the advice Abu would have expected of him.

“But Sammy, she’s different from the other girls I’ve liked in the past. What if she’s not interested in me because I’m not good enough for her?”

“How will you know if you don’t try? Look, if you are not interested, just point her out to me so that I too can try my luck!’

That was all Abu needed to spur him on, as he knew that Sammy would definitely carry out his threat. So after the end of the next lecture, he caught up with her as she was leaving the lecture room.

“Hello”, he said, smiling at her.

“Hello”, she replied curtly as she carried on walking briskly.

Abu struggled to catch up. “I really like the way you ask those your questions in class. I found it funny today when you had the lecturer fumbling and scrambling for an answer.”

Halima stopped and turned to face him. “I don’t ask questions to purposely embarass the lecturer… that would be very petty. I ask because I really want to understand the topic.”

“Oh, no, that is not what I meant. I found it funny, but I also admire your courage in asking questions. Most people would just keep quiet either because they would not want to be made to look like a fool or because they would want to stay on the good side of the lecturer.”

She softened towards him. “Well, I suppose that I am a bit of a radical. I always like to ask why things are the way they are, and why they cannot be better.”

Abu grinned. “That’s interesting, because I am something of a radical myself. I ask myself the same kinds of questions – ‘Why should I be content with the way things are with me and you now, when we could go and have lunch together and get to know each other better?'”

Halima laughed, and allowed Abu to gently steer her in the direction of the cafeteria.

Abu smiled as he remembered how the relationship grew from there to the point where they were almost inseparable; he continued to be fascinated and charmed by her intelligence and her down-to-earth nature, and it was not surprising to their friends and family when they were married at a Nikah ceremony five years after their first meeting.

At first, things were fine. Halima worked as a teacher, but this didn’t hinder her from organising their home into a model of efficiency where everything was in its right place and they never lacked for anything because she was careful about managing money. Abu marvelled at how it all seemed to happen like clockwork, but then he gradually became used to it, and anyway he was so busy establishing himself in his career as an accountant that he was content to let Halima take charge of everything.

But after a while, he began to notice the comments.

“Abu, was that your wife on the phone again?” asked Jide, a friend of his who he had met up with one evening for a social night out.

“Oh yes. She just wanted me to get something for her on the way back.”

Jide shook his head. “Hmm… na wa o.”

Abu was puzzled. “What’s the problem?”

Jide carried on shaking his head. “Should you be accepting orders from your wife like that? After a while, she will start thinking that she is the boss in your house.”

“But she didn’t order me… she just asked me to do this.”

“That’s how it starts. Today she asks, tomorrow she will expect it as her birthright. And by that time, you will be so used to obeying orders that you won’t even know that you’ve been enslaved.”

Abu laughed and waved Jide’s remarks away. “My friend, you are what feminists would call a male chauvinist pig. Don’t you know that we are now in the era of equal rights?”

“Equal rights my foot”, Jide scoffed. “How can you have equal rights for unequal people? Women and men are not the same!”


Then there was the time when he was entertaining Sammy at home, and they had been talking for hours and hours. Halima called him into the kitchen and gently reminded him that they had an outing to attend in an hour, and should he perhaps not wind up his time with Sammy?

Abu emerged from the kitchen and told Sammy “Oya, time up. Halima just reminded me about a prior engagement we have elsewhere, and we don’t want to be late.”

Sammy shrugged his shoulders. “Well, there’s always next time”, he said. But as they walked through the door towards the street, Sammy went on. “That your wife… hm.”

“What about my wife?”

“Well, should she be interrupting what you’re doing, enjoying yourself? So what if you have a prior engagement? Is it the first time in the history of the universe that someone will be late for an engagement? In fact, it is practically expected that people will be late – so why is she making such a song and dance about it?”

“Well, I personally don’t like being late. Honestly, Sammy, you are making too much of this issue.”

Sammy shrugged again. “Well, I’m just saying my own… Halima is a good woman, but sometimes I think that this her I-too-know is too much. You are supposed to be the head of the family, now – you should be telling her what to do.”

Abu thought back to this incident and other ones like it where people commented or joked about what they saw as Halima’s ordering him around. He hadn’t been unhappy with Halima personally, but he had begun to get very uncomfortable with the situation. He got tired of pacing and sat down, still ruminating.

After a while, Halima entered, carrying some shopping. “Hello dear”, she called out to Abu. “Can you please help me with this shopping?”

Aha, Abu said to himself. She is at it again. “Halima, please leave the shopping by the door. There’s something very important that we have to talk about.”

“OK, OK, enough of your ranting. Let’s carry on from where we were before Halima called. Ehen, you were talking about how you were chasing this girl with this big bakassi …"

***

Then there was the time when he was entertaining Sammy at home, and they had been talking for hours and hours. Halima called him into the kitchen and gently reminded him that they had an outing to attend in an hour, and should he perhaps not wind up his time with Sammy?

Abu emerged from the kitchen and told Sammy “Oya, time up. Halima just reminded me about a prior engagement we have elsewhere, and we don’t want to be late.”

Sammy shrugged his shoulders. “Well, there’s always next time”, he said. But as they walked through the door towards the street, Sammy went on. “That your wife… hm.”

“What about my wife?”

“Well, should she be interrupting what you’re doing, enjoying yourself? So what if you have a prior engagement? Is it the first time in the history of the universe that someone will be late for an engagement? In fact, it is practically expected that people will be late – so why is she making such a song and dance about it?”

“Well, I personally don’t like being late. Honestly, Sammy, you are making too much of this issue.”

Sammy shrugged again. “Well, I’m just saying my own… Halima is a good woman, but sometimes I think that this her I-too-know is too much. You are supposed to be the head of the family, now – you should be telling her what to do.”


To be continued

Contributed by Tola Odejayi (courtesy naijastories. com)

Monday, September 25, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring ( Final Episode)



Fifteen months later...

 ***

It was already showing signs of rain with dark clouds dotting the sky when Comfort turned into their street. She was returning home from picking up Nonso from school.

"Looks as if it's going to rain. Good thing we're almost home," she said.

She had not finished speaking when the rain began to fall, first a slight drizzle then heavier drops which pelted the roof of the car.

"Mummy, looks like there's someone at our gate," said Nonso.

Comfort saw the lone figure knocking on the gate, using her bag like an umbrella over her head in the pouring rain.

Drawing close, she slowed down and pressed the horn for the gateman to open up.

The figure at the gate, hearing the sound, turned round.

Comfort's mouth fell open in surprise on seeing the face.

"Ama!" she called out.

***

"So, that's what happened? " Comfort said when Ama finished narrating what she had been up to since she moved out of the house.

Ama nodded, picking a piece of meat from the plate of soup and stuffing it in her mouth. She had changed out of her wet clothes and was wearing an old T shirt of Comfort and leggings.

"It was your friend Rosie that told me sometime last year that you had moved to Abuja. With your new husband."

Ama shrugged.  "Actually,  we weren't married. Glad I didn't marry the bastard. He turned out to be a drunk, a violent one at that, who beat me up without provocation," she said, taking a sip of water. "Hmm. This soup is delicious. I see you have a new maid. What happened to Ene?" she asked.

"She got pregnant for the driver of a neighbour down the street. So, I had to let her go." She paused. "Why Ama? How could you disappear in that manner? Not a word from you, or even a call! Didn't you miss us? What about the children? Were you not worried about them for a minute? Nonso used to ask about you at the beginning when you just left. Now, he doesn't even recognise you," said Comfort in an admonishing tone.

"You think I didn't want to come see all of you? I've stopped at that gate a couple of times before but I left at the last minute."

"Why?" asked Comfort.

"Fear. Of Ebuka. Of how he would react if he sees me."

"So, what made you come in today?" Comfort wondered.

Ama shrugged again. "The urge to see the children was just too much I guess. Besides, I was curious as well. To see Ebuka standing on his feet again."

Comfort smiled. "We thank God the operation went well and he's fully recovered his health."

"Maybe I should leave before he returns home. I'm not sure he'll want to see me here," Ama said as she finished eating and washed her hand in the bowl of soapy water the maid had brought.

"Even if he's still angry with you for what you did, I don't think he'll stop you from seeing the kids."

***

They sat in the living room chatting, with Ama trying to reconnect with the children she had abandoned so abruptly over a year before.

Munachi, who had no idea who she was as Ama had left when he was still a baby, kept looking at her curiously while Nonso ignored her completely.

It was towards evening when Ebuka returned home.
When he stepped into the parlour and saw Ama, he stared in astonishment at the scene before him.

"What's going on here?" he said sharply, pointing at Ama. "You, what are you doing in my house?"

"You're welcome, dear. She came to..." Comfort was saying when he shouted:

"You dare show your face here?  Have you no shame, woman?"

Ama got up, a contrite, pleading look on her face.
"Ebuka, I'm so sorry. Please, listen to me for a minute. Please," she said.

"What do you have to say now?" he demanded furiously. "You said everything you wanted to before running off with your lover. What do you want now?"

Ama, who had fallen on her knees began to plead for forgiveness, tears streaming down her face.

"Please forgive me, Ebuka. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have left you. I still love you. I've missed you and the children. Please honey..."

"Honey? Ha, ha! I'm no longer a cripple, a useless man? That was what you called me the last time we saw, remember?" he said sarcastically. "You! I fought everyone including my parents to have you with me because of the love I had for you! And the only way you could pay me back is abandon me in my hour of need? What an ungrateful, shameless bitch you are! Now get out of my face! I don't need you, neither do the children!" Pointing at the door, he screamed at her: "Go! Get out! And never show your face here again or I won't be responsible for my actions!"

He left and ran up the stairs, leaving the women alone.

"I think you should go for now. He's really furious right now and won't listen to anything you have to say," said Comfort.

Ama nodded wordlessly and stood up. Picking up her handbag, she headed for the front door, tears of anguish and regret pouring down her face....

The End

 ***
Thanks to all readers and visitors who followed the story up to the very end. Some readers were unhappy that we were not posting as regularly as they would have wanted. We apologise for the delay and promise to improve to serve you better. A new series will start this week so watch out!

Do have a great week ahead.





Friday, September 22, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring (13)



One year after the accident...

 ***

Comfort came into the living room with a glass of water, then placed his drugs on a stool by his chair.

"Thanks, dear," said Ebuka as he took the glass from her.

She stood watching him as he took the drugs one after the other.

"Do you want anything else? Like a snack or something?"

He shook his head as he placed the glass on the stool.

"I'm ok. It's not long we ate dinner." As she made to walk away, he held her hand.

"Why don't you sit and rest a bit? You've been on your feet all day, taking care of me and the kids. What would I have done without you, Comfort?"

She sat down on a seat next to his wheelchair and sighed. "It's my duty as your wife. No need thanking me," she said, thinking of all that had happened in their lives in the past one year- Ebuka's accident that left him paralysed from the waist down, caring for him and running the household nearly all by herself as Ama, who was supposed to help, was hardly at home.

It had been a tough time for the family but they had been able to weather some of the tough storms so far.

"By the way, have you heard from Ama?" said Ebuka, glancing at the wall clock. "It's past 9 pm already and she's not home yet," he said. Ama had left  home earlier that morning to visit her friend Rosie.

"Maybe, she wants to sleep over at her friend, Rosie's place," Comfort suggested.

 "Why would a woman with young children do that? If it were not for you, how would I have coped with the children in my condition?  Anyway, she'll come home to meet me here!" he said grimly.

Just then,  they heard the sound of a car driving into the compound and a car door slamming shut.

Comfort got up to peep through the curtains.

"Looks like she's back." She went to open the front door just in time for Ama to stagger in barefoot, closely followed by a strange man.

Comfort looked at him enquiringly.

"Who are you"? she demanded.

"A friend. We were together at the nite club. She was drunk, in no state to drive so I brought her home."

He handed Ama's car keys, shoes and handbag to her.

"My God!" said Ebuka, his eyes flicking over Ama now slumped on the couch like one dead.

After the man had left, Comfort struggled to take Ama upstairs to her room. She was not keen, insisting on sleeping right there on the couch and even demanding another drink though she was reeking of alcohol.

Ebuka shook his head, his mouth twisted in disgust. "Look at the state of her! She claimed she was visiting her friend so how did she end up at a nite club? " he wondered aloud.

***
It was already noon when Ama came downstairs the following morning, bleary - eyed and rough-looking, her long weave hanging in unbrushed waves down her back.

Ebuka, who was checking his mails on his laptop,  looked up as she walked into the parlour.

"Morning, " she said perfunctorily. She flopped on the couch, yawning loudly.

He glanced at his watch. "It's past 12 already. I guess it's still morning to you since you just woke up!" he said sarcastically.

She glanced round the room.

"Where's everybody?"

"Comfort has gone to church with Nonso. Munachi is with Ene in the kitchen."

There was silence for a while.

"Why Ama? Why are you doing this?"

"What is it now?" she said grumpily.

"You know damn well what I mean!" he said sharply. "You're hardly at home. You go out and come home drunk most times. What's wrong with you? Have you forgotten you're a mother of two young children? What kind of mother are you? If Comfort was not here, how would I have coped in my condition? "

"At least she takes good care of them," she reasoned.

"So, is Comfort their mother now?" he retorted. "And what about me? When was the last time you paid attention to me? This is the time I need your care and love most but you're always out. Comfort does nearly everything for me and the children in this house. All you..."

"Look Ebuka," she cut in rudely. "I'm not in the mood for this lecture this morning.  My head hurts and I feel like shit."

"And you look like shit!" he pointed out. "And who's to blame for that? All you do is go out to party and get drunk! By the way, who was that man that brought you home last night?" he queried.

"Just a friend."

"A friend, " he said in a sarcastic tone. "And does this so called friend realise you're a married woman with kids? Are you cheating on me, Ama?" he glared at her.

"What kind of question is that?"

"You think I'm a fool or because I'm confined to this wheelchair, I don't know what's going on? I hear stories about how you are seen all over town with different men."

She shrugged.

"Believe whatever you want. I don't care!" she said defiantly.

"You better do! And try to mend your ways because this path you've chosen will lead you nowhere good!"

"That's my business! Besides, what have I done  to make you so angry? Is it now a crime to hang out with my friends once in a while? You want me to stay home to do what? Play nurse to you and the kids? That's not my style! Too boring!"

He wagged a finger at her. "Just remember for once that you're a mother. Learn to act like one!"

"Whatever!" she scoffed at him. She got up and marched to the kitchen, calling for Ene.

***

If Ebuka thought his talk with Ama would make her change her wild ways, he was mistaken. Her behaviour grew worse. It reached a point where she would leave home for days, stating she was either at her Mum's or Rosie's place.

"If you don't care about me, what about the children?  Do you even care whether they eat or starve?" Ebuka asked her one afternoon. She had just returned home after missing for days, reeking of alcohol as usual.

"They look neat and healthy to me. So, what's your problem? "

"You're shirking your responsibilities to them, that's the problem! Why's it so hard for you to understand that?" he said hotly.

Comfort, noting how his worries over Ama's behaviour was affecting his health, said one evening while they were at the dining table:

"Dear, the doctor says your BP is going up. I know you're thinking a lot about this Ama's issue but you need to take it easy. You need to be in good health for the operation you're scheduled to have soon. If it goes well,  the doctor says, there's a great chance you could walk again."

He sighed and placed his fork on his plate of rice.

"I don't understand Ama anymore," he said, shaking his head. "She has changed so much from the loving girl I used to know. She doesn't listen to me, she disrespects me. She's. .."

"It's ok, dear," said Comfort, patting his hand in a reassuring manner. "Everything will be fine. Trust me. I'll have a word with her. Now eat. Have some dodo (fried plantain). It's tasty..."

Two weeks later...

One Saturday evening,  Ebuka was in the parlour watching football on TV when there was a knock on the door.

"Ene! Ene, come and get the door!" he called out in the direction of the kitchen for the maid.

"Gooday."

Ebuka looked round in the direction of the voice. His brows went up when he saw the visitor.

"You!" he said. It was the man who had brought Ama home some nights before. "What do you want now?"

"I came to see Ama."

"About what? Look here, man..."

"Oh, you are here," said Ama, coming down the stairs. She was dressed for going out, her shoes clicking on the tiled floor as she walked towards the  mystery man.

"You look sweet, babe!" the man said, giving her a look over.

Ebuka could not believe his ears.

"Babe? Are you aware this woman you're calling 'Babe' is my wife and mother of my children?" he said.

The man did not answer but took Ama's hand in his.

"Let's go," said Ama, heading for the door.

"And you, where do you think you're going?" Ebuka demanded.

"Out. We have a party to attend and we are running late as it is," she said.

 "So, it has come to this Ama? You now flaunt your boyfriends in my face? How dare you?" he shouted at her. Comfort who was cooking in the kitchen,  rushed out on hearing the raised voices.

"What's going on here?" she queried. Then she noticed the man standing besides Ama.

"You again? What do you want here?" said Comfort.

"Ask him! And that bitch besides him! Can you imagine, she's bringing her lovers to my home?"

Comfort turned to Ama.

"Ama, what do you think you're doing? This is wrong on all levels! It makes you look irresponsible. What kind of example are you setting for the children? "

Ama raised her hand to silence her.

"This is none of your business so stay out of it!" She grabbed the man's hand.

"Come on, Gabe! Let's get out of here!" Ama said.

"If you step one foot out of that door, Ama, note that that is the last time you will enter this house! I might be wheel chair bound, but I'm still a man and I'll not tolerate anymore of your antics! Be warned!" Ebuka said threateningly.

At the door, she turned round to look scornfully at him. "Who wants to remain with you anyway? You call yourself a man? Ha! Listen, you're just a half man, a cripple who is useless to me, one who can't perform his duties as a man. When was the last time you touched me? Who wants to live in a place and with a man who looks at me like I'm a piece of furniture? This," she said, hugging her boyfriend. " This is what I need right now, a real man who makes me feel like a woman. So, bye!"

"Ama, come back here!" Comfort shouted at her. But she was gone, without even a backward glance...


***

Will Ama return or she's gone for good? Details in the final episode to be published this weekend.  Watch out!












Monday, September 18, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring ( Summary)


Before we draw the curtain on the ongoing series 'Two Brides And A Ring' which ends this week, here's a brief summary of the  story so far.

***
Ebuka, a young man in his early thirties, relocates back to Nigeria from Canada where he had been living for some years.
His mother, in her eagerness to see him settle down with a wife, picks a bride for him- Comfort, the daughter of a close friend of hers.

Before the marriage however, Ebuka meets and falls in love with Ama who is Comfort's very good friend.

Ebuka goes ahead with his marriage plans with Comfort so as not to displease his parents. But he continues with his relationship with Ama, unknown to his wife and parents.

His secret affair comes to light when Ama gets pregnant. His wife and parents insist he breaks up with Ama but he refuses and even brings her to his marital home where they all live in a kind of polygamous arrangement.

Rivalry between the two women lead to constant quarrels, arguments and even fights. With time, Ama had two boys for Ebuka while Comfort was still to have a child after she suffered a miscarriage months after the wedding.

Ama, who feels she should be the only woman in Ebuka's life, begins to scheme on how to chase Comfort out of the house.

She visits a spiritualist who gives her a magic cream that will make Ebuka love only her and hate Comfort.

Before she could carry out her plans, a disaster befalls the family. Ebuka is involved in a car accident on his way from a trip and becomes paralysed, unable to walk...

What next in their story?

Details coming shortly. Stay tuned!

Do have a blessed day!

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring (12)



Comfort adjusted the collar on his shirt then hugged him close.
"I'll miss you,  darling," she said, a sad note in her voice.

Ebuka laughed softly. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the mouth.

"I'll only be away for a few days. You talk as if I'm travelling for ever."

He was going to Owerri to attend the burial ceremony of the father of his friend and business partner, Emmanuel. It was Friday morning and he was driving down to the city in the company of Ebiye, another friend of his.

"Anyway, " he said when they broke apart. "You ladies should live in peace while I'm away. I don't want to come back to hear you've had one of your fights."

"You don't have to worry about that. Ama has changed a lot these days- for the better. You know she didn't used to allow me near the children.  Now, she allows me carry and play with them."

Ebuka nodded.

"I noticed that too. That's the kind of thing I want to see- peace and harmony in this house."

"Well'll be going to the amusement park tomorrow with the children then go over to your parents house for a visit. Your Mum says it's been long she saw the children, " Comfort disclosed.

"I see you all are going to have a swell time in my absence!"

Comfort smiled then said: "You know the most wonderful thing?"

He looked at her curiously.

"What's it?"

"Little Nonso even calls me Mummy," she said softly. "The first time it happened,  I felt so happy, it was like I had won the lottery."

He held her hands in his and said: "I understand how you feel. Soon, I promise you, you'll be a Mum too, holding a child of your own."

She looked at him in a coy manner.

"And how do you propose to do that?" she asked.

He glanced towards the bed, a mischievous smile curving his mouth.

"Let's go over there and I'll show you how!"

She hit him playfully on the chest and pushed him away.

"Stop teasing me, Ebuka. No time for that now. Remember you've to pick up Ebiye at home and I'm sure he must be waiting," she said, bending down to pick up his small travelling bag.

***

"Mummy, cayi me!" little Nonso lisped as he ran towards Comfort who had just entered the living room later that evening.

Ama snickered at him.

"Always wanting to be carried!  You think you're a little baby like Munachi? " she said.

She was sitting on the couch breastfeeding her four months old baby boy.

Comfort bent low towards the little boy. "It's ok, sweetheart. I'll carry you!"

And she lifted him up and threw him in the air, making him squeal with laughter.

Later, after the children had been put to bed, both women sat chatting and watching a programme on TV.

"You know," Comfort said suddenly, turning to Ama who was curled up on the couch. "I never knew I'll say this but you've made Ebuka a very happy man with your presence here and these beautiful kids you've had. And when he's happy, I'm happy too. Thanks Ama!"

Ama raised her head to glance at Comfort.

"I should be the one thanking you. For accepting me in this house. Not every woman can do that," she said.

Comfort smiled ruefully at her.
"I had no choice in the matter. You know how Ebuka is. Once he desires something, no force on earth can stop him having it. He wanted you. So...she said, shrugging.

"You're right," said Ama. "This our man, he's one stubborn guy!"
They both laughed.

"You remember that night some months ago he returned from work and said he wanted pounded yam for his dinner."

Comfort nodded, smiling at the memory.

"There was no yam in the house and I pleaded with him to wait till the following day when I can buy some," she reminisced. "But he insisted he must have that dish so the driver had to go to one of the night markets in town to look for yam to buy. Worse,  I had to pound yam at 9pm at night just to satisfy his craving for pounded yam and vegetable soup!"

"Hmm. I think his parents spoilt him; you know being the only son amongst five girls." Ama said. For the rest of the evening,  the two ladies talked and gossiped about Ebuka and other issues,  laughing and having fun just like they used to do in the past before rivalry for Ebuka's love, tore their friendship apart...

Funtime
It was past noon when they arrived at the amusement park the following day. Being a weekend,  the place was filling up with parents and their children out for a day of fun.

Comfort stood watching as Nonso played with a couple of children on the slide.

"He will be thirsty when he's done playing. Let me get some drinks," Comfort said to Ama who was sitting on a swing, her eyes glued to her phone.

She walked towards a kiosk some metres away that sold soft drinks, ice cream and snacks.

"Comfort, is that you?" a voice behind her said.

Comfort turned to see a plump looking woman pushing a baby stroller towards her. By her side were a little girl of about three who looked as if she had been crying and an older woman who held the child's hand.

"Boma! Wow! Long time! Are you still in this Port- Harcourt? she cried excitedly, walking forward to embrace the woman, a friend and course mate at the University of Port Harcourt.

"I should be asking you that! We saw last like last year during Abigail's wedding. You don't even call!" Boma said grumpily.

"Don't be annoyed. I've been so busy with so many things going on in my life," Comfort explained. She turned to greet the other woman whom Boma introduced as her sister- in-law who was visiting from Lagos.

"What's wrong with Ibiso? Why's she crying?" she asked, looking at the child who gazed up at her with large curious eyes.

"Don't mind her. She wanted more ice cream after eating so much already. I refused to buy more for her and she started throwing tantrums." Boma explained. "So how's Ebuka?" she asked. "And his other woman?"

"He's fine. He's gone to Owerri for a burial. Ama's ok too. She's here with the children."

"Wow! You guys are really living like one big happy family now! Interesting," Boma said.

Comfort shrugged.

"What can I do? It's what my husband wants. I either endure it or get out. And at this stage, I can't live without Ebuka."

They stood chatting for a while then Comfort left for the kiosk.

Boma stood, watching her friend walk away and shook her head.
"I don't understand this my friend at all. How can she bear it, living with another woman under the same roof? I won't be able to cope. I'll go crazy or kill the other woman or even my husband," said Boma grimly.

"She's a grown woman and it's her choice. She could have left the man but she chose to stay," said the in law.

"Mummy, I want another ice cream!"  Ibiso cried, pulling at her mother's skirt but Boma ignored her as they walked away.

***
Comfort and Ama returned home that evening tired but happy. The day had gone wonderfully well. For the first time since they had started living together, they had had a nice family outing with the children.

"I think we should be doing this more often. What do you say to that?" asked Comfort as Ama parked the car in the compound.

Ama shrugged, turned and smiled at Comfort who was in the passenger seat with Muna in her arms. At the back seat was little Nonso who was sleeping peacefully, watched over by the maid.

"Cool by me," she said as she cut the engine and got out of the car. "I've had fun today with you and the kids."

Inside the house, Ama went up to her and flopped on the bed. Her mind went to the cream inside her wardrobe and her mouth twisted in a sardonic smile.

'Soon. Very soon, he'll be all mine!" she thought happily.

***
It was about nine o'clock the following morning and Comfort was getting ready for church when the phone call came.

A smile split her face when she saw the caller ID.

"Morning dear. How was the ceremony?  Are you on your way home now?" she said.

But it was not her husband on the line but a voice she did not recognise.

"Hello? Is this Madam Comfort, Mr Ebuka's wife?" asked the voice on the other end.

Comfort frowned.

"Who's this? And what are you doing with my husband's phone?"

"Madam, you need to come right away," the man said urgently. As he continued to speak, her heart froze with fear and she felt suddenly dizzy...

"There's been an accident. And you..."

"Accident?" Comfort cut in. "My husband, is he alright,?" she queried, fear gripping her.

"I can't say for now. Come to St Nicholas Hospital at Phase 2, GRA."

Comfort stood looking at the phone, a dazed look on her face. Then throwing off the elaborate headgear on her head and snatching the car keys from the dressing table, rushed from the room, shouting: "Ama! Ama!"

 ***

They both sat facing the doctor who was going through a file on his cluttered desk. Then he adjusted his glasses, glanced up at Comfort.

"What I'm about to say is confidential so she may have excuse us," he said, looking at Ama.

Comfort shook her head.

"It's ok, Doctor. You can speak freely before both of us. She's my husband's second wife," said Comfort.

A look of surprise appeared briefly on the doctor's face then he gazed down on the file once more and turned a page.

"You both need to be strong because what I'm about to say might shock you, " he said.

"What's it, doctor?" Ama said anxiously.

"It's like this. The injuries your husband sustained in the accident were so severe that we didn't give him much chance of surviving when he was brought in here a week ago. We are happy at the progress he's making so far; his condition is stable now. The only thing is," he said, pausing. "I'm sorry to say, from the tests we've carried out, the injury to his spinal cord was so bad, he might not be able to walk again!"

Ama's hand flew to her mouth as she exclaimed: "Oh my God!"

She turned to Comfort,  who was looking at the doctor, a stricken look on her face...


To be continued.


Thursday, September 14, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring (12) Promo


The two women returned home that evening tired but happy. The day had gone wonderfully well. For the first time since they had started living together, they had had a nice family outing with the children.

"I think we should be doing this more often. What do you say to that?" asked Comfort as Ama parked the car in the compound.

Ama shrugged, turned and smiled at Comfort who was in the passenger seat with Ama's four month old baby Muna in her arms. At the back seat was little Nonso who was sleeping peacefully, watched over by the maid.

"Cool by me," she said as she cut the engine and got out of the car. "I've had fun today with you and the kids."

Inside the house, Ama went up to her and flopped on the bed. Her mind went to the cream inside her wardrobe and her mouth twisted in a sardonic smile.

'Soon. Very soon, he'll be all mine!'she thought happily.

***
It was about nine o'clock the following morning and Comfort was getting ready for church when the phone call came.

A smile split her face when she saw the caller ID.

"Morning dear. How was the ceremony?  Are you on your way home now?" she said.

But it was not her husband on the line but a voice she did not recognise.

"Hello? Is this Madam Comfort, Mr Ebuka's wife?" asked the voice on the other end.

Comfort frowned.

"Who's this? And what are you doing with my husband's phone?"

"Madam, you need to come right away," the man said urgently. As he continued to speak, her heart froze with fear and she felt suddenly dizzy...


What has happened to make Comfort so worried? Details coming soon! Don't miss it!

Monday, September 11, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring (11)


"How long are they staying in South Africa?" asked Rosie, Ama's friend. She had arrived the house a short while before and they were upstairs in Ama's bedroom, chilling with drinks, fruits and roasted  groundnuts.

Ama shrugged and threw some nuts in her mouth.

"About a week."

"Hmm. It's like you are slacking. You should be the one with him not Comfort," she said.

"I tried making him take me along but he refused. You don't know Ebuka- he can be very stubborn," said Ama.

"His preferance for her company shows his affection for her is growing while yours may be waning," Rosie pointed out.

Ama shook her head. "That's not true!" she said hotly. "Ebuka loves me very much!"

"For now, yes. But what about tomorrow? In this game, you have to do whatever it takes to keep his love and affection. You can't afford to lose out."

"What do you suggest I should do then?" she asked a bit sarcastically.

Rosie was silent for a moment, then she opened up.

Ama looked at her sceptically.

"Are you sure he's genuine?" said Ama. "I've heard all kinds of horror stories about some of these so called spiritualists or prophets."

"He's one of the best around now," Rosie affirmed. "I know several people who have consulted him and they got good results. Even top politicians and business people visit him regularly. He's not a fake."

"So, how do we meet him? Where's his place?"

"It's outside Port Harcourt. But we can't go now because of your condition." Rosie said.

"Why not? I'm only pregnant, not sick!"

"Baba lives in a village some distance away from the city. The road to the place is bad especially during the rainy season. I don't want Ebuka's trouble if anything happens to you or the baby."

Ama grudgingly agreed to wait till after she had the baby.

"It's just three months left anyway," she said, picking a banana from the plate on a stool by the bed.

Rosie's eyes were glued to the TV, watching a music video of Wizkid cavorting with a group of voluptuous, half clad girls on a yacht.

"This Wizkid sef. The guy too like woman," she remarked in pidgin English.

Ama scoffed at her.

"Which man no like woman?"she retorted. She drank some water then relaxed back against the pillows on the bed.

***

"How do you like the shoes? Is the colour ok?"asked Ebuka as he watched Ama do a mini catwalk in a pair of pink and black high heeled shoes. They were among the gifts he had brought for her from his trip to Joburg.

"They fit well."

"Yes. And they look sexy on you," said Ebuka admiringly. "But you can't wear such high heels now- you have to think of the baby."

Ama sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the shoes off. "Thanks honey. For all these," she said. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Comfort picked the shoes, bags, clothes and the other items. You know I don't know much about buying ladies stuff," he said with a wry grin.

'Thank her for what?' Ama thought. That scheming bitch! By the time I'm through with her, she will know who's the 'madam' of this house.

Aloud, she said: "That's so sweet of her. I'll see her later."

"Do that. And try and be nicer to her. She has accepted you as an important part of my life. You should reciprocate her kind gesture so we all can live in peace and love in this house. Promise?" he implored.

Ama nodded.
"I'm tired of all the fighting and quarrels too. I'm for peace," she said reassuringly.

"That's my girl!" he said, beaming at her. "Come here!" And he hugged her so tightly that she wriggled out of his embrace, protesting.

"Easy, dear so you don't push the baby out before its time!"

  ***

Seven months later...

The car parked under a large almond tree and they got out. Ama stood surveying the premises, noting  the several buildings in the expansive compound. Opposite them was a cream coloured storey building; besides that was a large hall roofed with zinc with no walls.

She saw a few people sitting in the hall, patiently waiting as if for someone.

"Let's go," said Rosie, walking towards the main building.

***

The spiritualist studied the two young women for a moment then said:

"So, what's your heart's desire, my dear?" he said, his dark, inscrutable eyes on Ama.

Ama hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to state her innermost thoughts to this man with eyes that seemed to see into her very soul.

Then, taking a deep breath, she began to speak.

"Sir, it's like this. It's about my husband, Ebuka...."

***

The man reached into a drawer on his desk and brought out a small shopping bag with something inside she could not see.

He pushed it across thd table towards her.

"In there's all you need to achieve your aim," the man said.

Ama looked at the package, then at thd man, her brows raised questioningly.

"Open it," he commanded.

Inside was a tub of what looked like body cream.

"It's a special cream which contains powerful qualities especially the power of attraction," he explained. "You should apply it to your body anytime you want to sleep with your man."

****

Back home some hours later, Ama stood naked in her bedroom after a shower, the tub of cream in her hand.  She gazed at it in a quizzical way,  remembering the spiritualist's words.

"With this cream , your husband will love only you and won't desire another woman. Meaning, there will be no room for a rival. You'll be the only one in his heart and mind. The woman competing with you for him now will be chased out soon. I assure you so let your mind be at rest, young lady."

Ama pursed her lips thoughtfully, hoping and praying that the cream will work as touted to justify the large amount of money (N30,000), it had cost.

Sighing, she opened the wardrobe and placed it inside.

She wanted to wait for the right time to test its efficacy....


To be continued

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring (11) Preview


The car parked under a large almond tree and they got out. Ama stood surveying the premises, noting  the several buildings in the expansive compound. Opposite them was a cream coloured storey building; besides that was a large hall roofed with zinc with no walls.

"Let's go," said Rosie, walking towards the main building.

***

The spiritualist studied the two young women for a moment then said:

"So, what's your heart's desire, my dear?"

Ama hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to state her innermost thoughts to this man with eyes that seemed to see into her soul.

Then, taking a deep breath, she began to speak.

"Sir, it's like this. It's about my husband, Ebuka...."


Watch out for the rest of the story later tonight! Don't miss it...

Sunday, September 03, 2017

Two Brides And A Ring (10)

  
***
Ebuka walked quickly down the brightly lit corridor towards a room at the far end of the passage.

 He opened the door without knocking and stepped inside. Ama who had just taken her bath and was applying cream to her body, turned round.

She smiled on seeing Ebuka.

"Honey, you're back! How was your day?"

He stared at her for a moment then stepped further into the bedroom.

"It was going well until I returned home."

"Oh," she intoned, a wary look in her eyes.

"Why Ama?" he queried. "Why do you like doing these things?"

"What have I done now?" she asked cautiously.

"You're asking me? Do you know Comfort has been crying since this afternoon?"

"So?" she shrugged.  "What has that got to do with me?"

"Because you caused it! You and your sharp tongue! Why do you enjoy provoking her so much? Must you say such nasty things to her?"
."What exactly did I say that's wrong?" she countered.

"You know what you did!" he said, pausing. "And you need to stop all this or..."

Ama stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes shooting sparks.

"Or what? Why are you always taking sides with her anytime we have issues?" she demanded.

" I'm not taking sides with anyone. I don't just like the way you treat her afterall she's done fou you, for us. It's not right," Ebuka said firmly. "You need to change your attitude, so we can have peace in this house."

 Her mouth twisted in a pout as she held his gaze defiantly. 
"Alright, I've heard you."

He turned as if to leave the room and she held his hand to stop him.

"Are you just going to leave? I thought you were spending the night with me."

He gazed at her without speaking.

"It's been long since you visited me in my room. Is it that you no longer find me attractive?" she said. With her fingers, she slipped the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. It fell at her feet, leaving her naked except for her panties.

He stared transfixed at her body, at her rounded boobs that had grown fuller with nursing the baby.
He stretched his right hand and held her shoulder as if to draw her towards him.

Then he pushed her away.

"I'm not in the mood!" he said then turned and walked out of the room.

***

They sat at the rooftop section of the bar and placed their orders of beer and 'small chops'.

Fabian drank the contents of his glass one long gulp, wiped his mouth and relaxed back in his chair.

"It's been long I came over to your place. How's my little Nonso?".
"He's growing fast," said Ebuka to his friend. "He will be two years old next week. We are planning a little party for him. Hope you can make it as there will be a side party for the adults too."

"If I'm in town, why not?" Fabian said. "And how are our wives?" he added,  a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Ebuka shrugged. "They are there, with their usual wahala (trouble)."

Fabian laughed and said:

"You're a strong man o! Not many guys can cope with what you re doing. Two women under the same roof? Ha! A recipe for anarchy!"

"It's tough, I admit," said Ebuka wryly. "Especially coping with someone like Ama who's hot- tempered.
But she's not the problem now."

His friend looked at him enquiring.
"What is?"
"It's Ama's mother. She came over to spend some time with Ama who's pregnant again."

"Congrats man! Nonso is going to have a little brother or sister then," said Fabian, raising his glass in a toast.

"Thanks. It's a boy from the scan Ama did," Ebuka disclosed, smiling. "The woman wants to bring conflict into my home. She's making life difficult
for my wife, often making snide remarks about her condition."

"What's that?" Fabian asked.

"You know since she had the miscarriage sometime ago, she has not been able to conceive again. And the woman tries to remind her about it at every opportunity. Like what she said the other day that really got me pissed."

"What did she say?"

"Ama and I were talking about the baby, the names we would choose for him and stuff like that when the mother butted in and started talking about Comfort, asking me what was the point of keeping a barren, unproductive woman like her in the house? That I was wasting my money and effort tilling a barren land that can never produce fruit!" he said.

"Wow! That's mean!"

"I didn't take it lightly with her and really told her off."

"Good," said Fabian,  nodding. "You shouldn’t give her room to cause problems in your home."

"The woman is troublesome," said Ebuka, gazing thoughtfully at his half full glass of cold beer. "I think her game plan is to have me kick Comfort out if the house so only her daughter will remain. That won't happen! I love my wife. If anyone should leave, it should be her."

Fabian raised his glass for another toast. 

"Way to go, man! Way to go! No room for troublesome mothers- in-law!" 

They both laughed then drained their glasses of the golden brown liquid.

"So, how long are you staying in South Africa?" Fabian asked sometime later as they got ready to leave the bar. Ebuka had told him earlier about his trip to Jo'burg on business.

"About a week. I have meetings with my business partners over that plastic manufacturing factory I'm planning to build. Comfort is coming with me. She wants to do some shopping," he disclosed.  

He initially had wanted to travel with Ama. Maybe, it was guilt or pity, but he had changed his mind later and picked Comfort. 

Ama had not been happy over his choice but there was nothing he could do about it. 

"It's a good thing you're going with your wife. That way, you won't be tempted by all the beautiful 'flowers' over there. I hear their women are very beautiful, "said Fabian as they headed towards their cars in the wide car park.

"I've my hands full with the two at home. When will I have time with the beautiful 'flowers' or whatever in SA?" he quipped.

"Maybe I'll travel down one of these days and get  one of these lovely 'flowers' for myself. What do you think?" said Fabian.

"Good for you. About time you settled down, anyway. You are not getting younger you know at 34."

"33," Fabian corrected him. "My birthday is still months away."

"Whatever," said Ebuka. "Anyway, I'll look around on my trip and help select a bride for you."

"No way! I'll choose my bride myself. I don't want  to be like you whose bride was chosen by his mother and he ended up with two!"

Ebuka wagged a finger at him. "You and your bad mouth!"

Fabian laughed as he got into his car, waved at his friend then drove away.

***
"Baby," said Ama as she got into the wide bed besides Ebuka later that night. Though his eyes were closed, she knew he was not sleeping.

"Hmm?" he grunted, rolling on his back to look at her. "What's it?"

"It's about the trip to SA. I was thinking, why don't I come with you so I could shop for the baby?" she said.

"I thought we had settled this matter already. Comfort is coming with me and that's final, ok?"

"Why can't I come? Why must it be her? Every time,  it's Comfort this, Comfort that! What about me?" she said in a petulant tone. 

"Seems you're in one of your moods. I don't have time for this argument this night. I'm tired and need to rest. Put off the light let's get some sleep," Ebuka said, turning his back on her and laying on his stomach.

"You must talk about it o! I'll come with you whether you like it or not. In fact, all of us are going! You want to leave me here while you go and be enjoying with her. It won't happen!" she grumbled. 

She got no response from him so she lay fully besides him on the bed, her arm stretched across his bare back in a possessive manner...

 To be continued

Thanks for reading the story up to this point- it's a long series but we are almost reaching the end with a few episodes left. So, stay tuned to find out what happened to Ebuka and the two women in the end...

Happy holidays!

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