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Azubuike stared at the sheet of paper in front of him. He did not want to believe it, but reality had left him no other option. The DNA test confirmed that James was not his son. He pondered his next line of action. He wished he could park his things and run to a far country where he’d not have to entertain questions about his marriage. He picked up the result again, for the umpteenth time and stared at it. Then he dropped it on the table and called his house help. “Please, get James dressed up. He is going to be taken away later today. And you, I don’t think you have to stay any longer. I will drive you back to your parents in a few days. I have already told your parents. Your madam is no longer coming back here. So, pack James’ items and get him dressed,” he explained to the house help. “Okay sir,” she answered.

When she left, Azubuike picked up his phone and dialed Matthew. “Hello,” he said. “I wanted to confirm that you are coming over with your mother this afternoon.” “Yes, we are,” Matthew replied. “See you later then.” “See you.” Subsequent tests had confirmed that Matthew was indeed the father of James. He and his mother were coming over to take him from Azubuike. They had obtained a court order instructing Azubuike to release him to Matthew. How did my life get to this? Azubuike thought to himself. I have worked hard all my life. Yes, I had my games with women here and there, but I am not the worst person on earth. God why have you allowed this to happen to me?

After a long and excruciating soul-searching, he picked up his phone and called Oluchi for the first time in a long while. Oluchi was in the kitchen while Bernard was in the living room with the boys when her phone rang. She wondered why Azubuike was calling. It had been ages. “Hello,” she answered. “Hi Oluchi, how are you?” “I am fine, thanks.” “It has been a long time,” he remarked. “You are right. I wonder why you chose to call me today.” “I…I…I wanted to…to…to say hi,” he said stuttering. He was not sure as to why he called Oluchi. Perhaps a part of him needed some comforting and she was the only one he could call. He could not help but think that Folashade had helped destroy his relationship with Oluchi. “How is your wife?” She asked him. “Fine,” he lied. “Is everything okay with you?” There was a brief silence over the phone.

“I am sorry, Oluchi,” Azubuike finally said. Oluchi stopped what she was doing and sat down for a moment. “I cheated on you Azubuike. You had every right to be mad at me. I wish you had heard me out then, but if I were in your shoes, I probably would have done the same thing. I am really sorry for cheating on you Azubuike,” Oluchi explained. “I am sorry for ending things the way I did. I didn’t know what else to think….” He paused for a moment. “Is there any chance that…that…that you and I might…you know.” “Has your marriage crashed?” Oluchi asked him. Azubuike told her what had happened between him and Folashade. “So she is still in police detention?” “Yes. I have made sure that she remains there. I want her to suffer,” Azubuike explained.

“Azu, I am afraid you and I can never happen again. I am happily engaged to the most adorable man on earth and I can’t wait to walk down the aisle with him in a few weeks. Secondly, you are going through a terrible time now, so what you need is time to sort your head out. Spend time asking God to get you through this and don’t go hurting anybody for what happened. I can assure you, if you pick yourself up and take responsibility for your own actions; you will be alright, eventually. Stop worrying about what people are saying or what they will say. Look at me; I have two sons who are mixed race. In human eyes, I was finished but God still made a way for me. You don’t need to go sleeping with twenty women to right a wrong. You don’t need me back either to make things right. You and I are over.

“God knows why these things happened the way they did. You and I may never get to know why. Perhaps, our marriage would have not lasted if we had stayed together and married. God loves us so much that He is willing to use anything…including the most difficult experiences like yours and mine to save us from the things that He knows might eventually destroy us. Let Folashade go. Let her carry on with her life. Release her from detention and leave it all in God’s hands. I was not the right one for you and she is not. The right one will come, but you need to be ready for it. Let go my friend,” she pleaded with him. “Thank you Oluchi. Thank you very much. I guess I needed to hear that.” “Now, promise me you are going to let her go.” “It is okay, I will do that.” “And don’t go trying to sleep with a million women to get back at someone else…by hurting others who have no idea what Folashade has done to you.” “I won’t be doing that. Thanks!” “I wish you all the best in your marriage. I am really happy for you.” “Thanks! I couldn’t be happier.” When she got off the phone, she paused for a moment to say a quiet prayer for Azubuike.

Folashade sat forlornly on the floor of her shoddy cell. There was another girl on the floor to the left and another one to the right. The toilet was positioned centrally at the back in the sordid cell. She sat near the exit, which was firmly locked. A police man walked by and she called to him. “Officer, I get something to discuss with you. Please, we fit talk privately?” She pleaded with him. The officer regarded her cautiously for a moment. “Your husband sey make we keep you here until you don suffer. E don give big money to our oga, so I no fit help you,” the officer replied. “I know, but if we could talk in private, I go explain everything to you.” “Wetin you wan explain to me? I know everything! I have followed your case from the onset.” “I know, but you will appreciate what I have to tell you. Please! I beg of you in God’s name!”

The officer walked away and returned with the key to the cell. He unlocked the cell and let Folashade out. Then, she locked the cell and walked to a shabby, dusty conference room near the lobby. Folashade had not showered in weeks. She reeked like a black rat. Her clothes were torn and dirty. “So, what is it?” He asked her as soon as they were seated. “Please lock the door,” she requested. “This is a very sensitive matter. I hope this stays between us.” “Go ahead and talk,” the officer said as he locked the door. “Well, I have a plan. It is a very sensitive plan, but if it works, you and I will be rich.” She paused for a moment. “My husband is very rich,” she continued, this time in a much lower tone. “The divorce is taking some time, but if I don’t act quickly, it will go through soon. For now, I am still officially his wife, so should anything happen to him, I would inherit everything.” She paused and regarded the policeman for a moment.

“Just imagine…imagine if he dropped dead!” She took a deep breath and stared at the policeman. “You want me to kill your husband?” “He is worth close to three hundred million naira. He got a promotion lately where he is paid in dollars each time he travels on duty. He is ‘stinkingly’ rich!!! You could walk away with ten million…or twenty million!” The policeman felt a quiver in his chest. The thought of such an amount of money got her attention. “You don’t have to do anything messy…like shoot him. All you need is to drop a little something in his tea. Whenever he comes here in the morning, he takes tea, right?” The policeman nodded. Just add something to his tea. By the time he gets home, he will pass peacefully in his sleep with no pains, and then you will work with me to get me released to bury him. Of course I will inherit everything afterwards. I will make sure you get no less than twenty million naira! I promise you that.”

The policeman could not banish the thought of twenty million naira from his mind. “If he is that rich, then I should get at least eighty million naira,” he countered. “I have to bury him, sort out the paperwork to claim the money and maybe fight off his family in court. Those will take a lot of money you know.” “Then I should get fifty million.” “How about thirty million?” “No, forty million.” You will keep your promise?” “Of course I will.” “Madam, I will shoot you if you disappoint me.” “I won’t. Look at me…” She lowered her chest, slightly revealing her busts. “When I get out of this place and take care of myself, I am a very beautiful woman. You can get some extra treat from me too. You know what I mean.” The policeman smiled broadly. “You are a dirty girl. Of course I know what you mean!” he replied. Mumu! (Idiot!) Folashade thought.

“You must take very good care of him,” Azubuike said to Matthew and his mother. “We will make sure he is well taken care of,” they echoed. “Good! I have grown attached to him thinking that he was my son. I hate…” Azubuike paused to fight back tears. “I really hate to see him go,” he said when he finally gathered his composure. “I love him like my own son after everything, but I can’t keep your son from you. Take care of him. If for any reason you need help, please do not hesitate to come to me first. Here is a check for two hundred thousand naira. It is for his upkeep. Please take good care of him,” he reiterated as he handed James over to Matthew’s mother. Azubuike’s house help was in the visitor’s room listening to everything. She broke down in tears. She had grown attached to James who was crying on being handed over to Matthew’s mother. “I can assure you that we’ll take very good care of him. Thanks for the money. It will help a lot.” “You are welcome.”

“Great!” Matthew’s mother said to Matthew on their way home. “This is what we have been waiting for my son. In a fortnight, we’ll perform the ritual and you will become one of the richest men that ever lived,” she whispered in James ear as they waited for a taxi just outside Azubuike’s house. Soon, a taxi arrived and whisked them away. “Mama, your prophesy has come to pass,” Matthew said after they alighted from the taxi and walked towards their house. James cried in the heat of the sun. “Don’t cry James,” Matthew said. “His true name is Oghasedo!” Matthew’s mother retorted. Their faces beamed with smiles and their hearts with excitement as they entered his mother’s shoddy apartment in Apapa. Matthew looked around the apartment with a smirk on his face. There was an old TV perched on a tacky table with a ‘dislocated’ leg that it threatened to fall should anyone walk past it at speed. The couches in the living room were low on foam and high on metal springs that caressed your buttocks angrily when you sat on them. The floor was bare…devoid of carpet and the walls were shades of falling paint and bare wall. Soon, all these will be gone and we’ll be living in a mansion in Lekki, he thought smiling at James who was still crying. He lay on the couch with his back receiving a brash welcome from the angry metal springs.

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Victor Chinoo

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