Nigeria's Leading Fictional Story Blog - Suicide, Love, Blood, Bleeding, Boyfriend, Snatch, Snatcher, Tap, Running tap, Furiously, I scribbled furiously, Taxi, Poison
I could no longer take it. I stormed into the restaurant like a raging lion. As I walked closer to Emeka and Chidera, they spotted me. I could hear my heart racing like a rocket headed for outer space. A part of me wanted Emeka to drop to his feet and beg me for forgiveness. I needed the affirmation that all the years we had been together were not in vain. I guess I wanted something to uplift my self-esteem. Instead, he stared at me with a frown on his face. It was as if I had never known this guy whom I had dated for several years. As I neared their table, I picked up an empty plate on the table next to theirs. Chidera stared at me too, but her face was expressionless. Before she could react, I landed the plate on her head, smashing it to pieces. I saw blood spew out of her head like a water tap under pressure. “Ayoo!!!” she shouted in pain clutching her bleeding head.
I went after Emeka with a broken piece of the plate that was left in my hand, but he spun around quickly enough to avoid my lunging reach. He grabbed my hand and squeezed so hard that it hurt. He extracted the glass from my hand and tossed it aside. He pushed me aside and dashed towards Chidera to help her to her feet. “If anything happens to her!!!!” he yelled at me as though I were the boyfriend snatcher. His words gored at me like hot knife slicing effortlessly through butter. “What did you say, Emeka?” I asked him. “Are you alright Dera?” He asked her ignoring me. I rose to my feet, reached for another plate on one of the tables and lashed out at him. From behind, I hit him in the head with all the strength in me, “Katoo!!!”
“Witch!!! Witch do you want to kill him?” Chidera asked, still holding her bleeding head. Angrily, Emeka turned and slapped me with might and acrimony. I fell backwards crashing into a table. By now, staff of the restaurant, some of whom had been there the very day he had asked me out rushed to the ‘crime scene’. Honestly, I saw stars! That slap hit me like a bomb. For a moment, it felt like I had lost my sight. Stinging pain swept through my head and face. I staggered to my feet consumed by rage. “You are the witch, boyfriend snatcher!!!” I yelled at Chidera. I could hardly see anything bu my mouth was at work. A hand grabbed me and held me back. “Let me kill her,” I said fighting to free from the grip of a restaurant staff, but he was far too strong.
“I am afraid Ifunanya, it is over between us!” Emeka shouted, holding his bleeding head. “What? So you two have been sleeping behind my back? Emeka what did I do to you but love you with all my life? Why would you do a thing like this? And you Chidera, I have been urging you to find a steady boyfriend all these years not knowing you were working hard at snatching my boyfriend!” I yelled non-stop. Nothing could quell the pain that ran rampant within me. “I am the one he loves, mumu (fool)!!! ” Chidera shot back at me. It felt like I was in a dream. I wanted to wake up and realize I had been dreaming, but my eyes were wide awake like a torch scanning the vicinity with intensely bright beams. I stared at the two of them in sheer disbelief. “I am afraid Ifunya, I do love Chidera. I am sorry it has to end like this…we are through,” he reiterated.
I felt a rush of cold air waft through me. Chills coasted violently through my poor body. I wished I could take broken glass and gorge their eyes out. Emeka looked me in the eye without shame or remorse and my childhood friend, Chidera looked at me through cold, steely eyes. Emeka turned and began to attend to her. It dawned on me for real that this was not a story…it was my life unfolding and unraveling before my very eyes. “Come with me,” the restaurant staff said to me. I refused, so he dragged me out of the scene. “Let go…just let go. You can’t force him to love you,” he said in a low tone into my ears as he dragged me outside. “You have no idea how it feels,” I hollered as if it was his fault that Emeka dumped me in the most inhumane manner.
Outside, a torrent of tears engulfed my eyes, dropping seamlessly like a running tap. I wanted to throw myself to the ground and roll over like a child. I wanted Emeka to feel sorry for; for him to come back and tell me it was all a test. I stared into the restaurant through the glass doors one more time and he was busy attending to Chidera. “Go home now…you will find true love someday. I was here the day it started between you and him. He has been bringing her here for some time now and all of us have been wondering what was going on,” the staff explained. “Really?” I asked He nodded. Why didn’t someone tell me? I wondered as though they were obliged to do so. Watching him attend to her felt like watching someone heap a pile of salt on a deep, open sore on my skin.
I turned and headed towards the bus stop. The waiter stood there watching me. He felt a deep pang of pity for me. I walked away forlornly, crying like a baby. From the corner of my eye I saw a taxi coming towards me. I waved and the driver stopped. I hollered my destination and the driver asked me to hop in. I piled my beaten and bruised body into the taxi. I was crying profusely in the backseat. “Are you okay?” the driver asked. “I will be alright,” I replied wiping tears off my eyes. Agnes called. “You were right,” I said. “I am very sorry, Ify. You don’t deserve this. Where are you now?” “I am headed home.” “I will meet you there.” “Thanks Agy, but I want to be left alone.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I am very sure.” I paid the taxi driver and walked upstairs as fast as my tired legs could go.
“What happened to you?” Umunna asked me. He and I had been neighbors for some time. He once asked me out but I told him that I was in serious relationship. “If he ever treats you badly, I will be here…waiting,” he replied jokingly. I never really took him seriously. He was not my type. Let’s say…he was not that good looking. Definitely smart but the looks were not there, besides, I was head over heels in love with Emeka. “I am fine, Umunna,” I replied as I u locked the door. “No you are not. Is it that guy? That your boyfriend?” “I said nothing. I walked into my apartment, shut the door and jumped into bed. I cried my heart out. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind. I considered suicide. I even went to the kitchen and looked through my counter. I once heard that too much potash was not good for the health, so I considered swallowing a huge chunk, but potash did not look potent enough to me. I wanted something that would act rapidly.
Then my eyes strayed to my box of rat poison. I could hear my heart beating fast. I cried as I rummaged through the box for the last pouch of rat poison. I held it in my hand and stared at it for a good twenty minutes, sitting on the floor as tears rained down. Then, I opened it and poured the content in a cup. I got up and poured some water in the cup. “Ifunanya what is it?” Umunna shouted from outside. He was standing by the door. I could tell from the direction of his voice. “Please talk to me. I have never seen you in such state.” He was persistent. “I will wipe your tears and listen to you, please!” He implored. My hands shook as I stared at the concoction I had prepared. Then I got up and carried it to the table in my bedroom. I found a piece of paper and began to write furiously, detailing my pains and asking my parents to go after Emeka. I was leaving my suicide note.
I scribbled away furiously. My hands shook violently. He thought of being dead left me utterly petrified, yet the thought of living without Emeka and the manner in which he left me, stabbed relentlessly at the core of my heart like a mad restrained bull fighting to regain its freedom. “Please let me in Ifyyyy!” Umunna asked one more time, stretching my name as far as he could. Then, I placed the conspicuously suicide note on the table where it would be easily spotted. I raised the cup to my lip with my eyes firmly shut. I thought of my loving parents and the pain the action I was about to take would cause them. I thought of my brother and sister, whom I loved very much. I could not bring myself to think of any friend. They were all evil; vampires waiting to attack you from behind, sucking your blood with ravenous appetite. Then, Emeka’s words rang in my ear with piercing clarity - “I am afraid Ifunanya, it is over between us!”
I quickly raised the cup to my mouth and took a gulp. I heard my door crashing down. Umunna could no longer take it. He kicked my door open and dashed in looking for me. “Ify you must tell me what is happening to you!” He said as he walked into my apartment. I took a second sip. The taste was awful. I closed my eyes and swallowed it down. I waited for death to strike, but death was not acting fast as I would have liked. Umunna walked into the bedroom and found me holding the cup with my eyes closed. He joined me, sitting beside me. He perceived the smell of the rat poison. “What is that?” He asked. The look of it was awful too. He yanked the cup off my hand and laced it on the table. That was when he saw my suicide note. I lay back, ignoring him. Death, you can take me now, I concluded within me, lying back.
Umunna dropped the cup and lifted me without warning. “It is that guy, right? I knew he’d break your heart,” he said as he rushed me outside. “Leave me alone!” I shouted. “Put me down now!” I added, kicking and stretching. I was no match for him. He carried me downstairs, waved down a taxi and rushed me to the nearest hospital. He was in shorts and T-shirt, but he did not care. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and then in my chest. The poison had kicked in. With every passing minute, the pain became more incisive. I grabbed my stomach, groaning. “Driver fast!!!” Umunna instructed. My vision became blurry. Separate buildings on the side of the road began to merge into one giant structure. Then, they began to turn upside down. I could feel my stomach twitching painfully. I felt like throwing up, but nothing came out when I tried to vomit. “Hang on Ify, you are going to be alright,” Umunna said. Those were the last words I heard. I passed out…descending into complete and painful oblivion.
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