Story - PASTOR'S SECOND WIFE (Part 8)
I didn't sleep through out the night. How would I sleep when
my mother is hanging between Gboko and Kabba. At about 8:12am my phone rang and
I rushed to pick it. Hello, my name is inspector Tajudeen Adeyeye. I am calling
from police divisional headquarters Gwagwalada, Abuja.... On hearing this I
went blank and I couldn't explain what happened thereafter.
When I regained
consciousness at the hospital, I saw a lot of people gathered around me with
long faces. Where is my mother? I asked angrily. A nurse came close and held me
firmly, madam you must take it easy, she whispered. Take what easy? Where is my
mother? I removed all the drips on me and went for Deji's neck, Deji where is
my mother? Everyone in the ward bursted into tears. My mother died in a ghastly
accident that claimed four lives.
Another chapter of
sorrow was opened for me. Everything I have been hiding must come to the open.
My father is going to kill me for all I have done secretly and making my mother
die for it. Who is going to break the
news to my father? This time was really difficult for me. The naming was
postponed due to my mother's death. The family head in Deji's clan called an
emergency family meeting to address the issue. It was so complicated because my
father is not aware I was in Kabba, neither is he aware of my secret affair
with Deji. Worst of all, my mother did not tell my father the true reason for
her journey. In fact she lied she was
going to see me in Lagos and not in Kabba. How will my father take these sad
news at the same time?
I haven't breastfed
my baby for three days because of my grieve. Deji's mother seemed less
concerned about the tragedy of my mother's death and more concerned about her
grandson. Her attitude began to make me hate my own son. She wanted me to give
the boy full attention without mourning my mother. This was so irritating and
annoying. Those who came around took more time to celebrate the baby than
mourning my mother. They will spend so much time playing with the baby but
greet me casually on my mother's death. These people are wicked and heartless.
I began to develop hatred for them.
After the family
meeting, it was resolved that two elderly men will travel to Gboko to inform my
father of all the tragedy. I insisted I will go with them but they refused.
When they arrived Gboko, I was following up everything with calls. Series of
meetings were held with my elders on what to do. On the third day, the two
elders from Deji's clan came back with loads of news. Come with me to part nine
for the family resolutions.
A Story By Ayodele Adeoye
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