SILENT CRIES - Episode 12

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - grey tank top and red skirt,complimented with red and grey shoes, red lipstick, be on a vacation right now, walked into the bathroom, family, Marketing to flirt as usual, TM Lewin shirts, his shoes, her supposedly loving and caring husband.


When Ijeoma woke up the next morning, she promised herself she was not going to bother about Dapo or his sister. They could call if they wanted but Nnamdi was on her mind now. From the way Bola had been behaving the last couple of weeks, Ijeoma realized that it was entirely possible that she had gone over to the Nnamdi's house after getting the text from her, but why did he even open the door to her? What she felt right now was anger at herself. How stupid and naïve can I be? She thought.

“I am a grown woman and I know better than to make childish mistakes like I did. Sending a message telling Bola I was going to Nnamdi’s house was probably the dumbest mistake, if there was ever one,” She murmured to herself as she got ready for work. She was hoping she could continue to avoid Bola at the office.
The next Monday morning she walked in to the office looking better than she had in days. Over the weekend she had gotten a new hair-do that made her look considerably younger. Eyebrows done, nails done and she even got herself a massage. She was dressed in a grey tank top and red skirt with a black jacket complimented with red and grey shoes, red lipstick and nice silver earrings. She was determined that Bola would not get the best of her that day. Every day for the thief, one day for the owner. Today was her day, no matter what Bola said or did, she was going to continue being the bigger person. At least that was the plan.

She walked in with all the guys at work whistling at her. Ikenna came over from Marketing to flirt as usual. She kept him at arm's length but was glad that she decided to make the decision to give her look a lift. She saw Jane waving at her furiously and she quickly walked over. “Haha Ijeoma, na you be this, you look good o, what’s the occasion? Is there something I should know?” Jane asked.

“Not now Jane, I just decided to get myself out of this rut I have been in the past couple of weeks. With all that has been happening,” Ijeoma thought of her sister and Obi and the whole episode with the still missing James. Her mother was still disturbing her about a husband, and it had become worse with Nnamdi not working out as she hoped.  She continued speaking. “I had let myself go and forgotten myself. To be honest I would rather be on a vacation right now, so I can clear my head but I cannot afford it, so I decided a makeover will to do.”

“I feel you my sister, you have tried and you deserve it, you look really good,” Jane replied.

“But don’t let Bola see you, I heard that she is leaving earlier than expected. We should be having a situational report from Ayo today. And I don't have to tell you that the witch, Adaku, is on the rampage. She is vexing because of her pet.”

“That’s the plan o, shey I will see you at lunch? Can we go get designer rice?” Ijeoma asked.

“Sure I will come get you then.” Jane said.

Ijeoma quickly walked over to her desk, managing to avoid both Adaku and Ayo. She was busy all day and didn’t even realize time had gone until she looked up to see it was 1.30pm. She needed to go use the bathroom before she stepped out for lunch.

As she passed Adaku’s office, she noticed that the door was cracked open a little. Though she figured no one inside would be able to see her, still she was going to tiptoe across so no one noticed her.

“That Ijeoma girl walked right into that trap.” It was her boss talking and Ijeoma stopped in her tracks.

Adaku continued, “I know you told me earlier, but I like hearing about the expression on her face. I can't wait to see her sacked from here.”

Bola hissed, “Adaku, I can have any man I want. Can you imagine Nnamdi telling me he wants Ijeoma. What does she have that I don’t have, except my job now, the bitch cost me my damn job and then had the nerve to text me she was going to his house. She set herself up for that. I wish her more heart break sef.”

“I trust you girl, that was very smart of you, I tried to talk to Ayo to change his mind and he wouldn’t listen to me. Where is the Ijeoma girl gan? Tell me she’s not here so I can have a reason to fire her now now!”

“I don’t know, haven’t seen her today, I know she's avoiding me. She better!” They both laughed.

“Let me go to the bathroom we will talk later,” Bola said. That was Ijeoma’s cue. She rushed into the bathroom stall and Bola walked in half a minute later. She waited for Bola to get done and then came out. Bola saw her from the mirror and appeared shocked to see the fierce look on Ijeoma's face.  Ijeoma looked at her with disgust through the mirrors.

“What have I ever done to you Bola, I have barely worked here 6 months and in that time I have treated you with all the respect you deserve. You were nice to me and I was naïve to think that I could trust you or call you a friend.”

“Ijeoma, now mind your words...” Bola began.

Ijeoma cut her off. “People like you can’t prosper, because you don’t ever wish others good and are just selfish. Some people in this office warned me about you, but I didn’t believe them. You seemed to be looking out for my interest both here and with Nnamdi once you met him. So it was all a lie? Out of spite, you went to Nnamdi’s place so I could think you slept with him...”

“Who said I didn't?” Bola blustered. Ijeoma stared down at her.

“You know that is a lie. He is more trustworthy and honourable than that. He called me just before I sent you the text and it took me just over thirty minutes to get there. I was only taken by surprise that was why I reacted that way. Pride has been keeping me away but the scales have fallen from my eyes fully now. I am glad you have been fired, and I don't have to work here with you for much longer. Good riddance to you, though I still wish you well.” Ijeoma said all this and swiftly turned around to leave the room. She did not even give Bola a chance to say anything. She didn’t even realize other people had walked into the bathroom. Jane and another girl were standing by the door. They were smiling at her and Jane gave her a thumbs up as she passed.

“I'll be waiting in the lobby for you.” Ijeoma told her not stopping.

Whew!!!

She was glad she got that out of her chest. Every day for the thief, one day for the owner and today was her day. The thought was barely out of her head before her phone began to ring.
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Ngozi still didn’t get it! It had been two weeks and yet, each time she came back to it, she was baffled all over again. She wanted to respect James’ wish to stay away but anger burned within her. What would make her supposedly loving and caring husband, to abandon his family for this long? Did Ijeoma leave out something? Because it that was all there really was to the story, then she was disappointed. She thought their relationship was better, she felt the bond was strong enough that he could confide in her. But instead he'd lied to her for months, even before finally disappearing. The memories of her sick son having a brush with death made her angrier at James...the way she had suffered, running from place to place to make ends meet.

The showdown with his family, the nights she had cried herself to sleep, the nights when she found solace in looking through his stuff; some documents, his TM Lewin shirts, his shoes. She always believed he was still alive somewhere and that he would surely come back for her. But now that she knew he had been in this Lagos all this while, she was beginning to think that she was mistaken after all.

“Mtsssss,” she hissed with all the energy in her. She sank into the cream sofa in her living room, still lost in thought. She caught an image of herself in the adjourning mirrored wall. “So, this is what I’ve become,” she said out loud, as she looked closely. There was definitely a look of sadness in her eyes. Her once-upon-a-time model's body had shrunk with time. She was slimmer and looked darker. She noticed something in her eyes, stood and moved closer for a better view. She just couldn’t believe it but yes, there was a blood spot in her right eye. That was a new one.

“James, how could you?” she wailed in anguish, and then the tears came again. Just like the night with Ijeoma, she broke down, and let it all out. She sobbed uncontrollably for a while with her hands covering her puffy eyes, and then she told herself to stop! She wiped the tears and said “Ngozi, enough!!!” At that moment, she made up her mind.

STORY CONTINUES... CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 13

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Written by:
Ikpo Henry Chigozirim

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