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Clement paced around the room as Patience sat still on the stool,
Clement: “But how did you… I mean what were you doing at his place that he raped you?”
Patience: “I went to look for his sister, Esther, who is my friend. And he tricked me into his room that she was in there and before I could realize it he bolted the door and did the shameful,” she said crying, Clement bite his tongue, “and when I discovered I was pregnant my parents forced me on him but he has been maltreating me since then! I hardly get good food to eat. Most times it’s my younger ones that bring food for me to eat!”
Clement couldn’t believe his ears. It was like he was reading one of those fictitious stories.
Clement: “Oh!” he sat close to her, “do you still love me?” he held her hands with tears in her eyes
Patience: “Yes I do but I’m carrying another man’s baby!” Clement sighed again, “I need to get going. It’s getting late already!” she stood up, “thank you for listening to me!” he shook the head as she made for the door.
Bala still couldn’t talk even with all the jokes she drew at him- he was still stiff.
Kyauta: “I’ve missed you,” she repeated as she lay on his body on the bed stroking his cheeks,
Bala: “I miss you too,” but the cheerfulness was not there. The guilt for sleeping with Diana made him uncomfortable. He was fighting within himself. He wanted to tell her the truth but he couldn’t bring himself to.
Kyauta: “Are you okay?” she looked into his eyes but he couldn’t look into hers, “is there anything you want to tell me?”
Bala was lost in his thoughts; she tapped him, he jerked out of the thought,
Bala: “ehm,what did you say?”
She touched his arm,
Kyauta: “You’re running temperature! Seems you have fever!”
She had given him the line he needed,
Bala: “yes! I’ve been having headache.”
Kyauta: “Should I go and get Dogon Yaro leaves for you?”
Bala: “Don’t worry Kauna boiled some for me!” he lied.
As they laid on the bed together; Kyauta slept off then his mind flew back to hours earlier. It was as if he was watching a movie, very clear. Diana kissed him and he kissed back as her hands dived into his trousers trying to force out his aroused slab of meat but he jumped out of the bed,
Bala: “I can’t do this,Diana! It would mean I’m cheating on Kyuata!”
Diana smirked and stood before him as she dropped the gown, “Oh,please don’t do this!” he shut his eyes.
Diana: “cheat on Kyauta?” she giggled as she moved her lips closer to his; he held his breathe,
Bala: “I just can’t do this, please!”
She rushed at his lips and kissed him pushing him to the bed. He was acting naïve and stiff. She stopped when he wasn’t responding,
Diana: “See let me tell you the truth. Kyauta wouldn’t accept you back for she has concluded that you cheated on her and it’s over. So, why spoil the fun!”
He couldn’t believe his ears, Diana was younger but the way she spoke it was as if she had lived a hundred years. How she got this wild, he thought. As he lay on the back, she was on him with just her panties on and her sagging breast almost dropped off his face. He looked away. With her hands she held his and put them on her almost bare waist. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. He was doomed and he knew it.
Bala: “this isn’t happening!”he whispered as he shut his eyes.
She laughed and kissed him using her breast to rub his face,
Diana: “it is, my dear!” she kissed him and he was on fire.
Just do it and damn the consequences, a voice said. How it happened, he didn’t know but he had turned her over and mounted on her. That was exactly what she wanted; she broke into a vicious smile and helped him take off his shirt. Within a blip, they were both panting as he ran up and down with his head buried in between her breast. He couldn’t look into her face- he was mad at her. He didn’t trust what he might do to her if he had looked at her-maybe, strangulate her. The way she moaned made him want to go on riding. They were sweating. He was running out of strength but it didn’t seem like she was giving up anytime soon. They changed positions as she went on top. It was obvious that she was in charge and the delight of vanity could be seen in her roving as eyes as she moaned, pouted and bite her lower lips and spinning on him. It was his turn to moan. When they had finished the world crumbled with him as she was on the bed smiling and curled up to a pillow. How he ran out he didn’t know. He just saw himself running and gibberishing.
As he saw Kyauta guilt still held him by the wrist; he almost told her when she told him,
Kyuata: “just go back and rest, please!”
He didn’t resist if it were before he would but he just wanted to be away from her presence; she didn’t deserved to be cheated on or lied to,
Bala: “Okay. Take care you hear,” she hugged him; her warmth made him feel worse.
He cursed himself in the room, “I am a fool, I swear!”
Throughout that night; he tossed from one end of his small sized bed to the other. He couldn’t sleep. What if Diana goes and taunts Kyauta with what happened? That would break her and make her hate men. He was going to tell her the truth,
“I‘ll do that tomorrow!”
Damned whatever happened after then. He was ready to face the consequences. The next day was sure going to be a hectic one; tensed.
Clement paced about in the room; what was he going to do to save his love out her misery?
Clement: “why were some men so heartless?”
He paused and sat staring at his lowered lantern-the room was semi-lit. The thought of murdering Henry clutched at him with the speed of light he banished it. He was hot tempered and a bit cocky but never was he a bad man,
“I can’t kill I’ve got a good heart,” he whispered in Gbagyi.
As he laid on the bed with the thought of Patience, in less than ten minutes, he was snoring.
The next day, Diko was bubbling. She had the colours of rainbow on. It was celebration; the day for the welcoming of the district administrator Captain Nwanze had come. The ceremony was held at the village square. Canopies in different colours were stood with pride on the ground of the village square. The ceremony was to start by ten in the morning. Bala who was the organizing committee chairman and MC made sure everything was set and ready. The village was crowded as people from other villages converged. They all wanted to witness the welcoming ceremony of the administrator. No one wanted to be fed with hearsays. Clement who was representing his village head sat in the area for guests of honour. Captain Nwanze wasn’t present yet as his big chair was empty. Bala standing with a tiny microphone in the hands blew air into it,
Bala: “testing the microphone. One-two. Sound check!” he blew into it again.
Kyauta was seated beautifully dressed in the local Ajesnida attire with a smiling face. The smile was her perfect fit on the beautifully rounded face. She smiled at him-he did same too. Noises were in the air. Diana was sitting next to her friend and she winked at him. Like one who was greeted by a ghost he threw away his face. Maigari gave him a sign that he could start,
Bala: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to start, “the noises swallowed his voice; the military were scattered all over the place, “Can we please kill the noise as we are about to kick start the program?”
Immediately the military men went into action as they patrolled around the noise died instantly. No one wanted to be given frog jump punishment or flogged with the scary looking whip,
“Let’s call on the clergy men to give us an opening prayer!”
The Islamic scholar was called upon and the church reverend. And they prayed taking turns. Each gave a straightforward and brief prayer. After the prayers, the drums rolled and the national anthem was sung. Everyone stood at ease but only a few could sing most just munched their mouths. The boys brigade ended the drums Bala spoke,
Bala: “let’s have our sit please!”
Bala: “let’s have our sit please!”
In less than five minutes siren blared from afar and the whole village square stood aghast to welcome Captain Nwanze, all the military personnel stood attention through salutes as he dropped from the car. As he was led to his seat; he walked with pride and swagger. Throughout the event he didn’t smile; he had a stern face, huge and dark in complexion. Different cultural troupes from all the villages that made up Gurara district. Bala caught the Captain staring at Kyauta-he could tell that it was a lustful look. It felt like he was going to peel off what she was wearing. He hated the Captain for that reason. What fuel his hatred for the captain was during his speech, he read the speech with arrogance and spoke as if he was threatening the people. Bala couldn’t even interpret most of his speeches. Clement and Bala exchanged glances during his speech,
Clement: “I smell trouble with the coming of this captain,” he’d later say.
As he went back to his seat, he whispered to the ear of one of his men,
Captain Nwanze: “I want that girl on black!” he said.
The military officer nodded. Bala could smell something foul about that whispering. He felt like throwing the microphone away and pounced on the administrator.
The program came to a close at about two in the afternoon as the Captain was led to a furnished apartment provided by the district.
Clement and Bala was in the room relaxing after a long day. They spoke a lot about the captian,
Clement: “I think he has an eye for your woman. See the way he was looking at her!”
Bala: “Oh,so you saw that too?”
Clement: “he was practically drooling at her!”
Bala: “there is an issue I want to discuss with you!”
Clement: “I’m all ears!”
He narrated what happened between him and Diana ; how she had lured him into cheating on Kyauta,
“This is a typical example of Eve and the serpent!”
He ignored Clement and asked him,
Bala: “Do you think I should tell her?”
Clement: “Absolutely! You have to!”
That evening he went to see Kyauta on his way he had rehearsed how he would break the news to her,
Bala: “I cheated on you with your friend and I don’t deserve you!” he said, shook his head, “it didn’t come out well!”
When he was eventually face to face with her; he lost the nerve to tell her. They sat under the tree at the front of the house and they spoke for hours. The captain had sent for her but she refused to go and didn’t bother telling Bala about it,
Kyuata: “There’s really no need for that!” she said to herself.
As he was about leaving he told her the truth,
Bala: “I cheated on you with Diana…”
She stood frozen as he explained to her what happened and how it happened. Tears rolled down her eyes as she stared at him,
“You don’t deserve a jerk like me!” he added,
Without saying a word; she entered the house as he stood for twenty minutes before leaving for his house.
Should Kyauta consider meeting the Captain since Bala cheated on her? Was it a wise thing Bala telling her the truth? Do you think she’d ever forgive him?
To be continued…
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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