A FALSE TRUTH PART 5

Its three days since the whole exposure of falsehood between the two people who have been married for over 20 years now calling themselves husband and wife started. The house was cold from loosing a child to the realities of two uncles helping my dad out with his responsibilities as a man. What did I call him? Is he really my dad? It means I have no dad. I don’t wanna think about that right now. We were all conscious of not stepping on the other person’s toe. The house was in chaos and the only person not so concerned was Tunji (my younger one). Mummy had become a prayer warrior and dad was living in solitude. Nobody dared put on the television. Worship songs were hummed as if the call for forgiveness was a long one. 

Mummy was outside on the balcony studying the bible and daddy was inside his room. I just woke up from a sleep. It was as if my brother was still alive. I was scared to close my eyes again but I wouldn’t tell anyone. I heard a car drive in and discovered it was my dad’s younger sister. Auntie Bisi is the most emotional auntie I have and with her in the house I knew it was tears all the way. She greeted my mum and started her session of cry. I came out to greet her and hold her but she would not accept any apology. We were all petting her as if she was directly affected. Her husband seems to be expecting that reaction because he appeared not so bothered. 

With all these activities going on in the sitting room; my dad didn’t come out. I was just wondering what he thought he was doing inside the room. Hiding from the reality of him not man enough to handle situations in his family? I wish I wasn’t born into this family. 

Auntie Bisi asked after him and I said he is in his room. She dragged her feet into the room to greet her brother. Nobody mentioned to her the drama that followed the confession from a prostitute called mummy. She was to go inside and get to know herself. Auntie Bisi’s husband had been begging mummy not to cry again but tears are forever rolling in her eyes. She wasn’t crying for the loss of her child alone; she was also in pains for the wrongs she had done in time past. 

With the loudest scream I have ever heard, we rushed inside to check what could make auntie scream like that. Even neighbour came and to our surprise it was a lifeless body of my mummy’s husband inside the room. How he killed himself no one knew until we saw:

“I have lived my life in a way I’m not pleased. I have wronged everyone close to me including myself. Regrets shine on my face like I’m a prototype of failure. Imaginations of how erroneous I’ve been cannot permit one more day for me. My wife’s confession cannot guarantee our living together. Sincerely I feel naked. The knowledge of my wife being a subject of every neighbour’s manhood is so disturbing. A jewel I loved and lived for; our courtship was difficult as I had to overcome the burden of distance, but I was determined to make her my wife and the father of my children. Those I ended up not having. Set of kids who have lost their real sense of who their father is. I never saw myself being a foster father to my supposed children, with my dear AFOKE I was. The reigns of her pride made a decision for me. I ventured into survival by any means. Borrowing money from my wife’s boyfriend who was also her driver wasn’t a sight I could behold. I did everything possible to be a man and that led to selling my soul to the devil. I need to apologize to everyone who would read this after my demise and feel bad. But I did the right thing. To my lovely children still alive ATINUKE and TUNJI…. Stay connected to your mother and find a place to forgive her also. I am very far from having finished completely but the rest would be attended to. Lastly AFOKE, I still have the feelings like the first day we started but what was introduced was infidelity. You might have your reasons but for the sake of forgiveness I’ll stay away. Goodbye till we meet again”

Loosing two people in one week seems mysterious but more is about to come. It became unexplainable. People were gushing into the house. I felt a part of me left my side and hope it wasn’t my brother that called my father. My mum walked to the place the poison was kept and said Ehime, you took it on the long run. This means mum was aware. Auntie Bisi can’t stop crying. Thanks to her husband who helped in taking care of the corpse. Subconsciously we were waiting for the next person. 

Because it was the death of an adult, family members were invited. It wasn’t like that of my brother and there lies the next stage of conflict. People I never knew were my family members started showing love like they really loved my father. When they heard of my mum’s infidelity; they made the next move. She needs to leave our brother’s house with these bastards. Words from uncle Ben.  

DREAMS PART 8

General ran after papa. I wanted to run but it was impossible to move my waist. She moved closer to me and all the prayers in the world was recited in a minute. I have forgotten about the money this time. All I wanted was to save my life. Two soldiers walked inside but they couldn’t do anything. She told me to stand up and I told I couldn’t due on my waist. She looked at me and said “your soul belongs to me”. I said amen to please her, and in a while the spirit departed again. She became normal and fell on the ground. I was rushed to the hospital but I made sure I never lost the sight of the cheque. General retrieved his money from Khalif and papa and we made the only option the church. Who will bell the cat remains the problem.

Now we are married and I don’t know how to run away from my wife. The spirit still comes sometimes but doesn't torment me any longer. I love the life I live but how can I be living with a woman who knows everything I’m doing and what I’ve done. Any day I play with another woman she tells me exactly how it happened. I never knew spirits could be jealous also.  I’m so lost and disturbed but I don’t have a choice. What should I do? Instead of adding weight I’m loosing. There is no remedy. I’m making money but sleeping with a possessed woman is not an option. My dream has become a reality I never thought of. But I think I know the answer. It lies in TB JOSHUA. But how will I take her there ………………. Hmmm I need a driver. who is interested for a bountiful amount.

A FALSE TRUTH PART 4

At this point I wanted to faint; I didn’t want to believe the confessions from my mother. What could daddy have done so bad that warranted mummy sleeping around that much? Another thing is, I don’t even know my father at this point. Uncle Rafiu is in the hospital and it was time to check what could be done. If he was the one, let him help Ugo and we continue from there. I wasn’t contained again. I couldn’t stop shedding tears. The weight these stories brought on me was huge and I felt I couldn’t bear it again. I screamed and everyone rushed to my side. They were petting me from all sides; I looked at my mum and asked why!!!!!!!!

My dad called Engr Uchenna outside and he told him this story.

Rafiu started working for my wife over 20 years ago and since then I knew what I’ve been using him for. My job wasn’t paying well and it seemed to me my wife was in charge of the house.  She started controlling me subconsciously and at a time I became a laughing stock in our area. It was so bad that my I had to borrow money from Rafiu sometimes to transport to work. It was a very difficult situation until I met Muyiwa again. We were secondary school mates and then he was a dull boy. He suddenly was rich and lavish. He saw me on my way from work after a frustrating day. My boss slapped me jokingly that day and called a Buffoon. He said I was too funny and her establishment wasn’t a cinema thus I would not be needed again. He gave me transport and that was all. I had to trek home because I had to pay back Rafiu’s money I borrowed. 

It was in the midst of the trekking that Muyiwa saw me and stopped. I couldn’t recognize him based on hunger and disappointment in my mind. I struggled to greet and when I later knew it was him, I rushed to hail him as if we were best of friends. He looked at me in disappointment and asked what had been happening to me? I tried narrating everything to him but tears didn’t allow me. He gave me four thousand naira that day and said we should see tomorrow. I cried till I got home. Keeping the money at home was scary; thus I didn’t sleep till the next morning. For the first time in a long while I felt like the man when I got home. I called my wife and told her what I wanted to eat. With a hiss she turned and told me there was no money that I can only drink Garri (cassava flour) tonight. I laughed and she was surprised when I gave her a hundred naira; that I want fresh fish soup with rice for dinner. I called Rafiu to go and buy “33” lager beer for me and in a relaxed mood I stretched after eating sipping the beer. I felt like a daddy for the first time. Then I knew money was good. But there was a fear I couldn’t contain. The fear was, hope this money wouldn’t finish?

 I consulted my friend the next day to show me the way, and that initiated our trip to Ilesha in Osun state Nigeria. There was an old woman with a blond hair in a mud house. All wrinkled from head to toe and with teeth you can count. The whole atmosphere smelled fetish but my mind was made up when I tasted a little bit of riches. Muyiwa introduced me to the woman and told her I came for the same thing. She laughed horribly and said hope I was ready. With an assurance I sat up in acceptance. I didn’t know what it would take me to become rich; I thought it was just prayers and goodwill from a professional herbalist but with the sacrificial instances and incantations coming out of this woman, I knew I was in for some real thing. Anyway my mind was made up. 

It was midnight before the sacrifice began and I was given a pot with some things in it. It was under a banana tree and I was naked. She bathed me with some kind of stinking water and with the smell she lit the edge of the pot. Wool was attached to it. She brought out one small knife and told me to be attentive. That a picture would show inside the pot; which I must stab the person. The person is responsible for my state of wretchedness. The fury in me was increased when I discovered the person was responsible. I thought of my step mom. She was the person I was expecting. She had never wanted me to survive not to talk of making it in life. She was always against me and it was time for me to deal with her. 

The incantations were rolling and the spirits were descending one after the other. The pot was getting heavier and I shouldn’t drop it until I stab the picture. I was about getting tired when the face of Rafiu showed up in the calabash and sharply I stabbed it. The old woman laughed and told me I’ve done noble. She started a tone of congratulations for destroying someone’s life. I wasn’t really bothered though but I had to think of what I’ve done to Rafiu to withhold my glory and prosperity. 

The old woman gave me some rules 

•         Never react to this person like you knew he was in charge of your misfortune

•      This person would become a mini imbecile because what you have just done is that you have used all the relevant organs in his body

•       Always keep him in sight, feed him and cloth him if necessary but he must never have excess

•      Because he can never impregnate a woman again; never let him stay too long with any woman.

So with this how come Rafiu could get my wife pregnant when I’ve used all the vitals? My wife is not saying the truth…… someone else is involved.