It was my mom who first observed that Chike and Mena were pressing their phones almost at the same time, and when she gave Mena a "what-is-happening" look, Mena was forced to drop the phone while Chike quickly pretended as if he was dailing a number. My mom didn't really make any issue out of it all. She just saw it as a mere co-incidence. Chike excused himself to go outside, pretending as if he was making a call. But, after few minutes, he came back inside. "Please, take heart. Don't hurt yourself with tears." He said, consoling my mom. "Mena, have you eaten?" He turned to Mena to ask as if she had not answered the same question during their chat. "I can't even think of food now." Mena replied amist tears. The look on Chike's face showed he was suprised at Mena's response because he had asked her during their chat, and she promised to eat something before going to bed. "You have to eat oooo...." He said, with a little "too-personal" voice. "Mama, same with you." He quickly added after he realized his response was a little too personal. As I sat on one side of the couch watching the drama as it unfolds before me, anger and rage filled my heart. I felt like coming out from the back stage like an actor, and shout on Mena and my friend to let them know I have caught them red-handed. But, I can't. No matter how I shouted or tried to touch someone, they didn't hear me or feel my touch, and this hurt me greatly. "But, why does my creator want me to witness what was happening behind me?" I asked myself. "Why does He want me to see how devastating my family is after my death." I wondered still. I had many questions outlined to ask my creator about my family when I meet Him.
Not long after Chike left for his house that Mena and others went to bed. My mom was in the visitors' room where she stays anytime she visits. She had Pricillia with her and she tried to calm the young girl. "Grandma, what happened to my daddy?" The 4 years old girl asked. "Ehm.. ehm... ehm... he travelled." My mom stammered. "So, was my mummy crying because my daddy travelled?" The young girl asked again. My mom was short of words. She opened her mouth to give the young girl an explanation, but nothing came out from her mouth. Not long after, the young girl dropped yet another bombshell. "Did my daddy travel to where grandpa travelled to?" Still, my mom was not sure of what to say. She knew if she answers in the negative, Pricillia would ask again about where her dad travelled to, or if they would visit him there soon. "Yes. He travelled to the same place" My mom replied her. "You should sleep now." My mom quickly said before Pricillia could ask another question. As Pricillia took a sleeping position, my mom sighed as a sign of relief. Mena was back in her room where she was on the phone with someone, laughing and smiling. She tried to reduce her voice, and when she heard a knock on her door (sorry. Our door), she put on a sad and sorrowful look again so as to appear like a mourning wife. Little Tade was quietly sleeping on the bed beside her, and she tried to rock the child with one hand while the other hand was used to press the phone to her ears. I became jealous of the scene, that I just had to leave. I went to my little sister's room, and that was where I met yet another shocking event. I saw her holding a piece of paper and staring at it over and over again. The more she looked at the paper, the more drops of tears found their way down her cheek, and the tears from the two eyes formed a circumference on that same paper as they dropped on it at will. At first glance, I understood the type of paper it was, and that gave me a clue to what the content was. Mena also came with the same paper when she visited the hospital few months after our wedding. I embraced her and we celebrated. 10 months after, we had our first daughter, Pricillia. A good look at the paper my sister was holding made me know how old it was. 3 weeks. But, the paper dates back to a week ago, meaning my sister was 4 weeks pregnant. I was shocked to my bones and marrows. My 20 years old sister is pregnant. All of a sudden, she stood up and went to her wardrobe where she brought out some cash. As she dropped the money on her bed, she said aloud to herself, "I just have to do it."
© 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
If you have the choice to be dead so as to see what has been happening behind you, will you take that choice? Wait. Before you answer the question, don't forget that "it has been appointed for man to die once, after death, judgement." Joy is about to commit an abortion. Mena is in a love affair with her husband's best friend, and the dead man is just watching helplessly. As you know, tomorrow is yet another day for the story to continue. Believe me, you don't want to miss tomorrow's episode.
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