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“I can’t believe this Funke. Did you actually tell Bola about my mother?” “Why would I do a thing like that? Is that why you have been ...

“I can’t believe this Funke. Did you actually tell Bola about my mother?” “Why would I do a thing like that? Is that why you have been avoiding my calls? I have been asking Bola about you at work, but he would not tell me anything. He said I should talk to you and you won’t take my calls. I told Bola nothing. You are like my sister. What are you talking about?” Funke had brought her time off forward by a week to allow her travel to Kaduna to see her family and to find out what was going on between Bola and Amarachi. “You mean it was not you that sent a text to Bola telling him about my mother?” “Who did that? Of course I would not do that Amara!!! I introduced Bola to you. If I did not want you two to be together, why would I do that? You are my best friend…and in a few months, you will be my chief bridesmaid. We have come a long way girl!!! I did no such thing.” “I am sorry Funke. I did not know what I was even thinking. I have been so angry…very depressed. My mother’s health is getting worse and Bola and I have broken up. Someone sent him an anonymous text telling him about my mother. He was not  sure about me afterwards…after all, I could take after my mother. I was so angry I told him to walk out of my life.”

Funke gave her a warm hug. “I am so sorry sweetheart. I did not know what was going on. I have been calling you. You have been through so much my dear friend.” Amarachi could no longer hold the emotions she had been bottling up. She began to sob like a baby. “It is going to be alright. Everything will be alright Amyy,” Funke consoled her. As if to negate Funke’s words, a loud noise erupted on the other end of the hospital. Both girls were startled. The noise came from the section of the building where Amarachi’s mother was staying. The noise was following by a loud wail. “Ewooo!!! This is evil,” a woman shouted. By the time they arrived there, there was a small crowd around a bleeding body. Amarachi’s mother had thrown herself down from a 2 storey building. She was in pain, barely alive as blood oozed out of every part of her body. Amarachi’s father had gone to the toilet briefly and her mother woke up and took the plunge. Nurses rushed to move her to the theater where a doctor was waiting to patch her up. The prognosis looked bad. Amarachi cried even more. Her father’s face was covered in tears.

They both hugged each other in prayer. Amarachi’s older siblings arrived shortly. One of them, Ikenga had just arrived from London, England. They waited in prayer for news from the doctor. “Your wife was badly injured in the fall,” the doctor finally announced. We think she may have broken a bone in her leg and arm. It could have been worse. Of course we have to wait for the x-rays and the results of other tests to determine if she has any internal injuries. We hope not, because that can be fatal. She may have hit her head against the ground after the initial impact, but there does not seem to be anything wrong with her head as far as we can see for now.” “Thanks to God,” declared Mr. Chieke, Amarachi’s father. Soon, her mother was wheeled back to her room. The entire family and Funke watched in relief as she slept.

“So, do you have any idea who may have sent that text to Bola?” Funke asked later that night. She had offered to spend the night at the hospital with Amarachi. “The only person I can think of now is Badmus, my ex-boyfriend. He swore that he would not live to see me happy after I broke up with him.” “It has been a while by the way. Do you think he is still bitter, besides, how did he get Bola’s phone number?” “I have no clue, but it is a small world you know. With Facebook, Instagram and Twitter these days, it is very easy to find anybody online. “We have to ask Bola then if anyone had contacted him to ask for his number prior to the text. How does he even know you are in a relationship?” “I have no idea, but he is the only one I can think of.” A quick call to Bola by Funke revealed that no one had contacted him by social media in recent weeks.

“We wanted to come over and offer some encouragement,” said Helen and Biola, two of Amarachi’s friends from work. Helen was a smashingly beautiful girl – tall, long hair, full lips and wide-eyed. She was the type of girl that got the guys talking and looking uncontrollably at a gathering. Biola was equally beautiful; dark-skinned, always in braids, curvaceous and effervescently pretty. “Thanks a lot for coming. I have talked about my friend Funke over and over. Here she is…the best friend in the whole wide world,” Amarachi said pointing at Funke. Soon after exchanging pleasantries, the girls swung into juicy gossip. “You won’t believe this, Badmus was at the office two days ago,” Helen began. “Have you any idea whom he came to see?” “Who?” Amarachi queried them. “Girl, open up your ear for this one,” Helen said. “Go ahead and say it. There is no need to keep me in suspense,” Amarachi protested. “He is now dating Elochukwu.” “Which Elochukwu?” “How many Elochukwus do you know at the office?” “The one in purchasing department?” “Of course,” Biola stressed. “This is unbelievable. I trained with Elochukwu. We were hired together. We are good friends, and she knew that I dated Badmus for quite some time.” “That is why we are telling you about this,” Helen answered.

“I think Badmus is dating her to make you feel bad or something,” Biola said. “I am sure that is the reason,” Helen added. “They were kissing in the car in front of our department. Maybe they thought you were there and they were trying to make you feel jealous,” said Biola. “I can’t believe this!!!” “You don’t have to get worked about this Amyy,” said Funke. “You broke up with him, so he has the right to date whoever he wants; besides you have a lot on your plate right now. Just let that slide,” Funke suggested. “But Elochukwu is our friend!! It makes no sense,” Biola insisted. “But Amarachi and Badmus are no longer together. I wish she did not have to date him, but she does not need any one’s permission to do that.” “But she can at least tell Amarachi as a friend you know?” Helen suggested. “Amyy, don’t let this get to you,” Funke insisted.

A few hours later…

Amarachi had returned to her apartment for the first time in days. Funke was with her. She had just jumped out of the bath. She sat on the couch with the air conditioner running at full blast. It was a hot day. Funke was in the guest bedroom with the air conditioner breathing gently over her head. Amarachi looked at her Samsung Galaxy Note 5. She flipped through her pictures. Tears dropped down her face as she stared at pictures of herself with Bola. She missed his warmth; his touch and his kind words and jokes. As much as she missed him, she still felt a pang of rage towards him from their last discussion. She wanted to ring him up…it took all the restraint in her to keep her from making the call. I miss him so much! She thought.

“I really don’t know what to do,” Bola poured out his heart to Chinonso and Abdul. “I miss her like crazy. I love her so much, but I am not sure if I should carry on with the relationship.” “Is she even willing to have you back?” Abdul asked. “I don’t know, but I believe she loves me as much as I love her. I think she will have me back if I try hard enough to convince her,” Bola asked. “So you want her back?” Chinonso asked. “I don’t know. I love her, but I am at crossroads. What if this thing runs in her family? What if she develops the condition after we are married? I mean, if I did not know that would be a different kettle of fish. In this case, I know…I feel like I will have myself to blame if I carry on…but I still love her.” “What does your heart tell you to do? Search deep within yourself. If your mother had the same condition or father and a girl you loved so much decided to walk away from you, how would you feel? Do you think you are doing the right thing?” Abdul asked him gently. Abdul was soft-spoken and wise. He had a way of looking at things from perspectives most people would not consider at face value. There was an eerie silence in the room. Abdul’s words shot straight at Bola’s heart. He wondered how he’d feel if he found himself in Amarachi’s situation. A pang of guilt shot through him. Simultaneously, he could not shake off the fear that he may have to deal with mental illness in the future should he carry on with the relationship. Even Chinonso was touched by Abdul’s analysis. He had been thinking that it was wise for Bola to end the relationship for good, but what if it was me? He thought. Bola’s phone beeped. He had just received a text message. He accessed it and it read; 

…And Amarachi’s father is in a secret cult. He is involved in serious voodoo. He will likely use you for blood money or tie you down in some way. You are better off walking away from the relationship now that you have the opportunity!!!

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