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“Matthew, I don’t know what you are driving at. As far as I am concerned, you have nothing to say to my fiancé,” Folashade said. She made an attempt to mask the sinking feeling in her stomach. Mathew’s threat couldn’t have come at a worse time. Why now? What is he up to? She thought. I wish I never slept with him. After all, Azubuike was going to marry me anyway. “I am afraid I have to leave now,” she said, managing to put up a confident façade. Her legs shook slightly as she walked to the waiting jeep. “You can run, but you can’t hide. I will be back, Fola. The child you are carrying is mine and you know it. Soon, I will tell your husband. You had better offer me two hundred and fifty thousand naira to keep me quiet. In addition, you have to promise to sleep with me whenever I ask for it,” Matthew said to her as she walked away. “You are crazy,” she said pretending to ignore him. Her heart was beating like a talking drum.

Three weeks after the wedding, the gate man walked into the living room and announced to Folashade, “Madam, somebody dey look you!” “Who could that be Aliyu? I am busy. Did you get their name?” She asked angrily. She was unpacking her shopping bag from Italy. She and Azubuike had just returned from Florence for their honeymoon. Azubuike was seating on the couch watching television. “Madam, e say my name na Ma…Ma…” Aliyu stuttered. “Ma what, Aliyu?” “Matii,” Aliyu answered without conviction. Folashade’s heart sank into her stomach. “Let me see who that is,” she quickly said and headed outside. Azubuike was busy digesting sports news. “What are you doing here Matthew?” She asked him. “I need you…. I need you, Fola and I need my money too.” “Now, get out of here!” “I am not looking for you. I am waiting outside for your husband to show up so I can tell him how I slept with you,” Matthew answered.

“He won’t believe a thing you say to him.” “Then let me tell him. Why are you stopping me? If I tell him, he’ll put things together when that child is born to determine that he is not the father. Look at you, you are very dark-skinned and Angela who was at your wedding showed me pictures from your wedding. Your husband is just as dark…as dark as charcoal. I bet your child will be light-skinned like me. You either pay me off or sleep with me or you face the music.” “Okay, I will get back to you in a week. We have just returned from honeymoon. I will call you next week to tell you where to pick up the money from, okay?” “Now you are talking.” They both kept their voices down as they talked. Mathew left with the promise of two hundred and fifty thousand. “Aliyu, the next time you see this man here, don’t let him hang around the gate, okay?” “Yes madam.” “In fact, shoot him with your bow and arrow if you have to.” “You sure madam? I think I am your friend.” “No, he is not.” “No froblem madam. I shoot am!” “Good.”

“Can you do the job?” Folashade asked the mean-looking man. “Of course. I have killed a lot of people. If you want it my way, I will tie him up and throw him into the lagoon with a rock around his neck. Nobody will ever see him again.” The man was tall, dark in complexion and scary-looking with deep scars across his face. She had gone to Ajegunle in search of a hire killer. She was convinced that money and sex would not keep Matthew quiet. He would come back for more. So, she had decided to do away with him, once for all time. “Here is your upfront payment. It is twenty-five thousand naira. When the job is done, you will get the rest. Here is his picture. I will call him tomorrow and tell him to meet me at the bank. I will send my driver away, so you will parade as my driver. When he gets in the car, you will drive us through the highway and straight out of town while I will try to seduce him and show him money at the same time.

“Once we are well away from town, you will veer off into the bush and stop the car. Will you remember the dirt road we visited yesterday?” “Yes, I know that area of the express road very well.” “Good. Once you stop, you will pull your gun and order him out of the car. Have you dug the grave?” “Yes!” “Good.” If you do your job very well, you will be twenty-five thousand naira richer.” “You have nothing to worry about, madam.”

“Edward and Bernard Junior played on the floor with their toys. They were growing fast. Oluchi had secured a part-time job at a pharmacy, so she’d drop them off at the daycare in the morning and picked them up in the afternoon. She worked until 2:00PM three times a week. Bernard senior was watching them while Oluchi prepared okra soup and pounded yam in the kitchen. They had become inseparable since their kiss at the train station. Bernard would check in on her and the kids almost every day. Oluchi was still nursing the ambition of returning to University to complete her studies when the twins turned eighteen months. Bernard helped her with lecture notes and other materials which she studied in her spare time to stay abreast of things.

“Is the soup ready?” He shouted from the room. “Not yet honey,” Oluchi replied as she stirred and re-stirred. “I am starving.” “I am sorry, sweetheart. I will be done in twenty minutes.” “Okay, I am keeping time.” “Grab an apple from the fridge if you are too hungry.” “No, I want your soup, sweetheart,” Bernard insisted. “Okay, love. Twenty minutes.” She poured powdered yam in hot boiling water and stirred feverishly. Edward attempted to stand on his feet for the first time, but Bernard Jr. dragged him down. “You can do it,” Bernard Sr. urged him. They continued to play until Oluchi called to him. “Sweetheart, food is ready.”

Bernard placed the twins in their stroller one at a time, and then pushed them to the dining table. He placed a white envelope in Edward’s hand   and a blue one in Bernard Jr.’s hand. They played feistily with the tough envelopes, trying hard to rip them open. “What are those? What are they doing with envelopes?” Oluchi asked. “I don’t know. You should find out,” Bernard replied. Oluchi pulled both envelopes away from them. They cried and kicked in protest, but she ignored them. On one envelope was the inscription – ‘Read me first sweet mommy’. The other one bore the inscription, ‘read me afterwards, sweet mommy’.

“What could these be?” She said as she curiously ripped the first one open. There was a short note in the first envelope and it read;

Dearest mom,
I am so happy that you are my mother. I am so excited when I see your smiling face. When you lift me up, I feel like the king of the world. But do you know what makes me even more excited, when I see you and Uncle Benny. He is the best Uncle in the world and I love the fact that he loves you…and me, and my brother Benny. Benny and I decided to let you know how we love you and how we love you and Uncle Benny together!
Your son,

“Aww!!!” Oluchi said. She walked across the table and pecked Bernard on the cheek. He was busy sending down balls of pounded yam down his throat with the help of smooth, silky and tasty okra soup with stock fish and mackerel. “Thanks, Bernard,” Oluchi said. “You are welcome,” replied Bernard as he sent another ball to the abyss of his hungry stomach. Oluchi ripped the second envelope open. Slowly, tears filled her eyes. She sat back down on a chair and held the paper to her chest. The note on the paper read;

Uncle Bernard asked to ask you if you would love to marry him. Please would you marry him? And…there is a ring in an envelope in your purse!
Your loving son,

“Are you serious?” She asked Bernard. He dropped the pounded yam he was holding in his hand, quickly washed his hand and dropped to his knees. “Nothing would make me happier, Olyy” he answered. “Are you sure? With them?” She asked pointing at the twins. “You are very sure that you want me to marry you…after everything?” “I will remain on my knees until you say yes,” he replied emphatically. “Your parents are visiting next week. I am sure they will have a lot of questions. I want to start beside you, supporting you every inch of the way when those questions come your way. If I wasn’t sure, I would never have asked. I will be out of school next year. I am sure I can find a decent job so that you can return to school. I will love them and you with all my heart,” he said pointing at the twins who were oblivious of what was going on. Edward smiled broadly and Bernard Jr. did the same in response.

“Nothing will make me happier than to be your wife, Benny. I am not perfect as you already know, but I will lay my life on the line for you Bernard. You have become my anchor since I had the twins. You are the sun that shines into my life in the morning and the moon that glows in the darkest parts of my life. You are the laughter that stirs my soul when everything around me is falling apart. Bernard, you are an angel in human flesh. I’d be mad to say no to you. Yes, I will happily marry you with all my heart and soul!”

Bernard rose to his feet, scooped her off her feet and placed her on the bed in the bedroom. He kissed her with intense passion. Both of their eyes were closed as though they were floating through the air to a different planet…a planet where love was in the air. She wrapped her arms around him with energetic passion. “I will never let you down again!” She said emphatically. “And I will be your rock when you are weak…your shelter when the wind and rain come falling down on you…by God’s grace. I will slave to death to fill your needs, my love,” he replied. “I want you alive and not dead, so please don’t slave to death, honey.” “Metaphorically speaking,” he replied with a smile. The twins began to cry. They got to their feet and dashed back to the dining. Azubuike handed Oluchi her purse. She opened it and took out the envelope inside. She quickly ripped it open and inside was a ring that glimmered like a gem in the dark. Bernard helped put it on her finger. She began to cry again. Bernard’s phone beeped and she checked it. It was Chisom texting to find out if Oluchi said yes. He called and told him it was a yes! “Congratulations my friend. You are a brave man…an angel indeed. This indeed, is what true love is all about. I have a lot of respect for you,” Chisom said to him. “Thanks for your support my friend!”


Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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