SILENT CRIES - Episode 8

Think this is great? Share with your friends!

Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - the people I owe are after my family, for the protection of my family, before the gang could trace me, The heavens sympathised and joined in her despair, people with their mundane conversations, has he been in Lagos the entire time, coloured like dark chocolate.


“DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME!” His voice was raised to match hers. “Tell me what to do because I have waited for God to send money down and it hasn't happened. He may have answered your prayers but not mine. So NO! I have not paid it back.”

She backed down shaking, however, he had set her mind in motion; she had judged Nnamdi too. Acted as an arbiter and almost written him off because of his past. And here she was doing the same to James, will she never learn?

He began talking once again, “I messed up big time, borrowed more money from the group and couldn't pay, because I kept losing...”

“That's still not enough reason, James...” She began more gently, “Whatever action you took in the past is in the past. I’m not in the position to blame or point a finger at you, but please let's go see Ngozi...”

“Ijeoma the people I owe are after my family. I owe them millions! The gang are after Ngoo and Obi. That's why I had to leave, for the protection of my family.”

Her mouth fell open. “Oh my God...”

James turned sideways and glared at her with dark eyes, coming closer till they were an inch apart. “You see why I left them? Why I cannot go with you? Not this time and not ever. You never saw me, I was never here and I don’t exist...are we clear on that?”

Ijeoma nodded vigorously. He’d changed. She was right, the James everyone knew, the kind-hearted one who was humble and modesty, was gone and so was the spark in his eyes. In their place was the remnants of a wounded man and shattered dreams.

“Don't mention this to your sister. If you do, I know she'll come looking for me and I can't allow that. That was why I followed you here. I managed to get away before the gang could trace me or my family. Still I remained in Lagos to keep an eye on all of you just to be sure. Coincidence rocked the boat when we met this evening. Don't tip it over. It would be disastrous.”

Ijeoma was speechless. What on earth was she supposed to think at a time such as this? Waving away her thoughts, she willed herself back into reality to see James storming out the door in a hurried manner.

“Why?” she mouthed at his retreating back. The heavens sympathised and joined in her despair, a drop at a time. She stood at the door unable to close it, knowing she had to go out again. She couldn't keep it to herself, she had to tell Ngozi. Nausea flooded her every being, overcoming her senses but she wouldn't allow it.
-
Ijeoma picked up her car keys from Musa at the gate and drove out of the compound on her way to her sister Ngozi's place in Surulere. Ngozi was puttering about her home getting ready to turn in for the night.

She felt exhausted and drained after the events of the last few days and especially after the rousing party her mother held this past weekend. Although it was a great distraction, she felt overwhelmed by the loud music and gaggle of people with their mundane conversations. The emotional roller coaster she endured while her son Obi was in the hospital left her feeling hollow and somewhat vulnerable.

As she dried the last few dishes and placed them into the cupboard, Ngozi breathed a deep sigh as she realized she missed her mother already. She had been a great help to her during Obi’s illness and despite her nosiness, it had been nice to have another adult in the house to talk to. She shook her head ruefully as she recalled her mother’s scheming to bring Nnamdi and Ijeoma together at the party.  She walked around her home switching off the lights. It was quiet and Obi was fast asleep in his bed. She stood for a moment by the windows in the dark, and stared into the moonlit sky. The stars were twinkling and the sky was midnight blue.

A thought entered her mind and a wave of loneliness washed over her, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.

“Where are you?” she choked out between clenched teeth as grief overcame her. “I miss you, James, I need my husband back.”

She wondered if he was staring at the same stars, or if he laid in the ground cold somewhere. It was the not knowing that killed her, an answer that never seemed to come.

At that moment there was a knock on her door. Who could that be? She wondered. It was late and she certainly wasn’t expecting anyone. She opened the door to find Ijeoma looking distressed.

“Ngozi! I must talk to you but you need to sit down,” Ijeoma told her as she rushed into her living room.

“Ah! Ijeoma, na wetin? Why are you coming here so late?” Ijeoma took her hands into her own and led her to the couch.

“Tie your sokoto. There is news I must share with you. Ngozi… James is alive! I saw him!”

Ngozi’s hand flew to her mouth as she held back a cry. She didn’t want to wake Obi.

“How? Where? Where has he been? Where is he?” she stuttered, her words tumbling over themselves. She looked at her sister and began to feel faint, and the edges of her sight began to darken. Her sister’s mouth was moving as if she was talking but Ngozi heard nothing. She was back to the day before the Monday her husband went off to work and disappeared.

That Sunday, she and James had lingered in bed late into the afternoon. Obi had gone to church with her mother and after that they were to visit and sleepover at a friend’s so there was no fear of interruption. Obi was growing fast and strong and she very happy at how proud James was of his son. Her wish was that a sibling would be made that day. She turned to James, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his broad shoulder.

“Let’s make a baby,” she whispered quietly. Just saying the words made her glow with hope.

James drew away quickly then kissed her gently. As he drew his face away from hers, he stroked her curly hair and stared at her brown eyes wistfully; it seemed a thousand thoughts had passed through his mind. She wondered what he was thinking. He looked like he was struggling to say something but couldn’t get it out.

“I love you Ngozi,” he said instead in his gravelly voice, as he nuzzled her neck and caressed her body. He deeply inhaled and a deep growl rolled from his throat.

For once she was grateful for her mother’s meddling ways, because if not for her, they never would have met. Although they had been married only a few years, in that short time she had never felt happier and more content with her life.

“Ngozi… I want you to remember this-”

“Shhhh, I will. I love you too,” she said. No more talk. She only wanted to focus on the feelings he stirred in her. She looked at his face, coloured like dark chocolate. She had memorized every fold, every crease and every expression on it. He then kissed her forcefully until their breaths became ragged. She would never get tired of this. Hunger quickly overcame them both and the afternoon flew by coloured by passion, love and togetherness.

When he disappeared the next day she often questioned the meaning behind that afternoon. What was it he struggled to say and didn’t? Were there secrets he hid from her? Was the love she thought they shared really true? These questions had plagued her incessantly for the years she failed to hear from him again. Maybe he became victim to the ravages of an unsafe city. Or let’s face it, sometimes you can live with someone and not really know them.

“Ngoo, Ngozi! Are you listening to me?” Ijeoma exclaimed worriedly. She rubbed her sister’s cold hands and brought her a drink.

Ngozi snapped back to the present, “I’m fine! Body just weak me small.”

“Are you sure?”

Wetin dey do you sef! Tell me everything!” She took a deep drink and waited for her sister to explain James’ sudden reappearance.
-
Ijeoma shook her head not quite looking her in the eye, “Is Obi sleeping?”

 Ngozi peered at her closely as though she could read something off her face. “Obi is sleeping. Ijeoma, please go on. O gini?” Ijeoma sighed.

“Ngoo, I don’t know how to say this…”

“I don’t like all this suspense o. Whatever it is, just say it,” Ngozi snapped, her patience running thin.

“James came to my house. He’s alive and has been in Lagos I…I bumped into him…in a taxi. Ngoo, he looked different but I confronted him, initially he denied it but later he came and...”

Nothing could have prepared Ngozi for those words; she stiffened, barely allowing herself to breathe. In silence, her eyes willed Ijeoma to continue.

“I told him I’d have to tell you. I even suggested we come together but he said he couldn’t face you after everything that’s happened.”

“Where is James?” her voice was surprisingly calm and sounded strange to her. “Is he here? Outside?”

“No, he was gone before I could convince him…” Ijeoma leaned towards her. “Ngoo, it’s a very serious matter…in fact we have to….”  Ijeoma was still talking as she rose to her feet and started walking towards her room. “Sister, where are you going?”

Ngozi turned and smiled at her, it was a bitter smile that left her eyes cold and empty “Ijeoma, you just told me that my husband who has been missing for three years is alive and well. And not only has he been in Lagos the entire time, he’s also not here to tell me himself. I’m going to bed and maybe tonight I won’t dream of him or wake up in tears and cry to God for him…”

STORY CONTINUES... CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 9
  
                                           CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 7

Written by:
Ikpo Henry Chigozirim

If you like this story, please could you share it on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Pinterest ETC.

...also don't forget to leave a comment on our blog, we love to read from you. You will find the comment box at the base of every story page. Thanks!

www.moofyme.com: for breathtaking stories and exciting articles, every day!!!

NOTE: The contents on this site are the intellectual property of the writers. No permission has been granted for the reproduction of our contents to any individual or to any organization, in part or whole on any platform, electronic or otherwise.

Poster Source: www.healthyblackwoman.com

Moofyme.com claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please E-mail with a link to said image and it will be promptly removed.

COMMENTS

Name

Action Comedy Epic Horror Inspiring Podcasts Romance Series Short Stories slider Story Videos
false
ltr
item
Moofyme.com: An African Literary Blog: SILENT CRIES - Episode 8
SILENT CRIES - Episode 8
Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - the people I owe are after my family, for the protection of my family, before the gang could trace me, The heavens sympathised and joined in her despair, people with their mundane conversations, has he been in Lagos the entire time, coloured like dark chocolate.
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_ntOSuu6ss/WBHHop8uGzI/AAAAAAAABDc/GxDq9DyBjrIdaM3jBYcwmrXD7Vbv0s2pgCPcB/s320/Heart%2BCry.jpg
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_ntOSuu6ss/WBHHop8uGzI/AAAAAAAABDc/GxDq9DyBjrIdaM3jBYcwmrXD7Vbv0s2pgCPcB/s72-c/Heart%2BCry.jpg
Moofyme.com: An African Literary Blog
http://www.moofyme.com/2016/11/silent-cries-episode-8.html
http://www.moofyme.com/
http://www.moofyme.com/
http://www.moofyme.com/2016/11/silent-cries-episode-8.html
true
2564639238656229522
UTF-8
Not found any posts VIEW ALL Readmore Reply Cancel reply Delete By Home PAGES POSTS View All RECOMMENDED FOR YOU LABEL ARCHIVE SEARCH ALL POSTS Not found any post match with your request Back Home Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat January February March April May June July August September October November December Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec just now 1 minute ago $$1$$ minutes ago 1 hour ago $$1$$ hours ago Yesterday $$1$$ days ago $$1$$ weeks ago more than 5 weeks ago Followers Follow THIS CONTENT IS PREMIUM Please share to unlock Copy All Code Select All Code All codes were copied to your clipboard Can not copy the codes / texts, please press [CTRL]+[C] (or CMD+C with Mac) to copy