Fri 04 Sep 2020
Will the colourful birds of noon cease to flap their wings, will the moon sing her a song tonight?
This, Tiri could not tell, as the gentle breeze that came in through the open window behind her, blew her long black, already dirty hair off her face.
Uncle Dunji had come to visit after a long time yesterday, not like anyone had wanted him to come around anyways.
Now, Tiri wished she had not gone to open the door, when she heard him knock.
It all seemed like a nightmare after that.
He had followed her dad to the kitchen, when he had gone to get a bottle of wine last night, during supper.
After that, this happened, and that followed.
"You look more beautiful than the young shy Tiri that I use to know."
He touched his beards, obviously enjoying the look on her face.
"You are so smart aren't you? Trying to even run away but just take a look at yourself."
He took a step towards her.
"You look so much like her now, and it reminds me of the days I used to have her in my bed.
I wish to grant you the privilege of replacing her, but you are not all that smart anyways." He laughed.
There was no way Tiri's angry voice could be heard.
The force of the gag, held back all the words.
Words that she desperately wanted to spill in his ugly face.
The beast! She thought.
The cut on the bridge of his nose, the one her father had given him before he had fallen hard on the kitchen floor, was still so fresh.
She shook her head, turning this way and that way.
Her hands were held by shiny silver handcuffs that was connected to chains, fastened to the iron bars of her window.
Each move, made her to wriggle in pain.
He touched his lower lip and raised his right brow.
His darling sixteen years old Tiri wants to talk, and he'll let her, even if it's for the last time.
"You will so rot in prison; bastard!" She said at the peak of her voice.
"No Tiri, don't be so rude, you should first of all thank me, for letting you talk, so those words don't give you a heart attack."
He let his tongue trace the shiny metal, and used his fore finger to play with its sharp edge.
"I will slit your throat the next time you fail to wisely select your words, before throwing them at me."
"Let me go, you sick bastard!" Tiri screamed.
He smiled. A smile that was meant to warn Tiri.
"You killed my mother, shot my father on his leg, leaving him to die.
Isn't that enough payment for not getting married to a gem like my already dead mother?"
"I am amazed that you remember so well what I am capable of doing, yet, you still toy around with me."
He shook his head, as he gave her a stinging slap on her left cheek.
"What exactly, do you want from me, why don't you go ahead and slit my throat, or isn't that enough satisfaction for your evil soul?"
Tiri asked staring at him in the eyes.
"I am Dunja, I revenge, I torment, and I will watch you suffer before I finally kill you like I killed your-"
"You will do no such thing to my daughter Dunja!"
Tiri stared in shock at the figure behind Dunja.
"Mother?!" Tiri gasped!
"Dunja, move away from my daughter immediately. I am not Ayo the daughter of Lamisi for nothing!"
"Mother, you are alive! How?"
"Oh my darling child, death can not take me away from you."
Tiri was overwhelmed by joy, and at the same time, struck by the events of the last fourty hours.
The tears trailed down her cheeks.
"The bullet only brushed through my arms, I survived it. I haven't lost much blood."
Ayo explained to her daughter.
Her brown lacy dress, was soiled in blood, her eyes were so red, she looked like a ghost.
Tiri stared at her mother, still looking beautiful, even when she was a total wreck.
It was dark and Dunja had broken her light bulbs three hours ago but she could still make out her mother's face in the darkness.
"Dad?" Tiri could barely see with her swelled eyes.
"Your dad. He's uh-"
"I am right here beside you."
Tiri had not even felt his hands on her skin before now.
The whole room was dark and she was getting numb.
Dayo was working on the handcuffs that held her.
"So I see; love is stronger than the bullets I drove into your bones right?"
Dunja was obviously confused and directed his question at Ayo.
Where had he gone wrong, how had they entered Tiri's room without a single sound to alert him?
His plan was to kill father and daughter, then take Ayo his love along with him.
He did fire his shot, but Ayo had run towards him and had gotten hit, instead of Dayo her husband.
The second shot, had driven a bullet into Dayo's leg, he had bled profusely.
He had left Dayo to die slowly, and not to be up strong and breathing.
The man was limping, but he had the strength of ten soldiers.
He can't face a military man who is now well armed.
He had no more bullets and he was fast losing strength.
His attempts to kill Dayo had failed for the sixth time.
He had poisoned him before, even hired a killer but the man seemed to have something that protects him.
He and Dayo use to be friends from high school, down to the university.
He had planned on marrying his girlfriend Ayo after their youth service, but Dayo had gone behind his back to be introduced to Ayo's family.
Years have come and gone, but his life has not been complete without Ayo.
He got no stable job, his dreams to even be one of the top musicians in Nigeria, had also failed.
"Listen to me Dunji, drop the knife in your hands, don't you move another step closer to my wife!" Dayo ordered him.
Dunji will rather wipe out the whole family, than watch Ayo and Dayo live the life that they had denied him.
He rushed towards Ayo with the knife in hand, when he felt a sharp pain on his forehead.
Ayo had shot him.
"I will always love you." He said, as he fell backwards.
Those were his last words to Ayo before he drifted out of existence.
Dayo held his daughter in a tight embrace.
He cried like a woman, knowing how he had almost lost her about an hour ago.
Ayo moved towards her husband and daughter.
She hugged them both. The last fourty hours was a miracle.
"We breathe." She said to Dayo, who stared at her lovingly.
"You are more of a soldier than I am. You handle the gun as well as you handle the kitchen."
She smiled, even though she was breaking inside, seeing her husband in so much pain.
"I will clean your wounds again, before the cops should get here."
She said to him, holding his face in her hands.
"I love you Ayo."
That was the only way he could say thank you to his wife, for attempting to take a bullet in his place.
She understood him well enough.
"What is love, if I live only because I let you die?"
Tiri moved away to sit down on the tiled floor of her room, an inch away from her parent.
She looked around her room and took a deep breath.
Dunji had earlier planned to take her life here, in her own room.
All thanks to her mother, who had showed up.
How did her parent get into her room in the first place? She wondered.
Then, she remembered the underground door in her bathroom. Goodness!
She touched the swollen places, where Dunji had hit her over and over again.
She went straight to where his body laid and kicked him here and there.
"He's already dead!" Her parent chorused.
"I wish he'll wake up, so I can kill him a second time" Tiri wailed.
"It's okay now, he's not going to harm you anymore."
Her father assured her, and motioned for her to come sit with them.
It was dark already, so they sat down together in Tiri's room, awaiting the arrival of the cops.
™ Joy Okwori.
Thu 17 Sep 2020
CHARMER IS DEAD
The sky is all blue like the calm color of the sea.
The sun is friendly today, and has given the noon breeze some time to flaunt her cool attire.
I had cried for weeks but today is Thursday and I can't continue crying.
I am sitting on the wooden seat of the old swing in the compound.
Away from family who were all in the living room, cracking jokes and talking about happenings around the world.
I enjoy watching the birds hop from one tree to the other. I am playing with my thick black braids, the one that mama Iyani made for me.
I am recounting past events and pampering myself.
It is not the footsteps that stopped me from swinging so fast, but the person walking towards me.
Murrello was smiling and swinging his hands like a happy child seeing mama after a long time.
With my buttocks on the wooden seat that was held by flexible chains, which allows me to go back and forth in either gentle or fast strides.
I felt that tight knot in my chest again. It is the boiling hate, that I have tried to discard for months.
Instinct advised that I calm my nerves but the pain in me, roared to life and I didn't know what voice to obey.
He approached me with such confidence like a farmer going to his plot of land, to do some weeding and planting.
I searched with my eyes to see if there's any stone around to break those legs with.
Legs he used to go chasing after other women. He always had himself sailing into several relationships here and there.
Murrello actually irritates me now, and he doesn't even know it.
"My beautiful one, you are as appealing to me as the hot steam from Nigeria's Jollof rice."
He said with a smile. Same smile that once caused my stomach to rumble, making my knees weak. Is the same smile, that is making me fume with anger.
"It is a known fact Murrello, thank you."
He stared at me with those eyes, eyes that made me lose my mind all the time but today, they had no effect on me.
"Smile for me Abiki, I am here to make peace." He begged.
She hissed. Murrello is nothing but a cheap cassanova, a liar and an annoying sweetheart but-
"What do you really want from me Murrello?!"
"Your voice is loud enough to take off a roof, don't be angry with me Abiki, I want charmer back."
Charmer is what they had named the love they shared. Murrello failed to understand that one must concentrate on watering a tree for it to grow.
I had loved Murrello in all ways that I have never loved before. We were really happy together.
The early months of our relationship was bliss.
introduced Abiki as his girlfriend to any and everyone.
Abiki actually felt loved because she didn't know that Murrello also introduced other ladies, as his girlfriends, to other persons who didn't really know her.
He started displaying some 'I don't care attitude' towards her, she had said nothing but reciprocated his actions too.
She was hurting and he had not even noticed because he was busy with other ladies, that will never love him like she does.
It will take him time to realize this but one day, he'll come to understand.
She stared at his face. All that she could find was a man she had never really known, a man she had wanted to love till the end of time.
A man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but with tears in her eyes, she finally found her voice.
"I am sorry Murrello but charmer is dead."
Wed 02 Dec 2020
"I do not like the small talks that is spreading like wildfire in the neighborhood. Am I the first to get pregnant for a man out of wedlock? I did right by keeping this pregnancy, but those who go for abortions weekly, are now the leaders of this criticism, and I do not like it!"
"You worry too much Ana, let them say whatever they want to say. It was a mistake, but we are all not doing the right things in this world. Even Ochanya won't close her big mouth, is she not the sex doll for all the rich men in town? 'Twah,' I don't like that girl at all!" Ene said at the top of her voice.
"Don't worry, all of these will be over soon. This doesn't equal the end of my life. Yesterday is gone, today is here, and my sun is rising." Ana said in an attempt to console herself.
"I admire you so much Ana, you are full of hope and some rare strength for someone your age. So why haven't you told anyone who it is that got you pregnant?" Ene inquired. Ana laughed, Ene stared at her in absolute confusion.
"The one responsible for this pregnancy, is someone whose reputation I do not wish to tarnish. I can't even tell my mother! She is not happy that I have brought her hopes down, and dragged it in the gutters. Mother hopes that my life will be different from her's but look at me!" Ana used the back of her left hand to wipe the tears that stubbornly dropped from her eyes.
Ene was moved, and rubbed her friend's back, as if that will solve the problem. "You can't keep all of these a secret, there's so much that you are not saying, and aside being your friend, I am your confidant. You can talk to me! You are due to deliver this baby, and it is not wise that you keep quiet anymore."
Ana stared at Ene for a long time as if deciding if she should tell her secret or not. "The baby in my womb is for the senator's son." The tears started to drop even more this time, Ene was stunned at her friend's confession.
"There are so many senators, which one are you talking about?"
"The one who lives at Greenfield avenue." Ana bit her lip and tried to stop herself from crying, but she couldn't.
"Wait, wait, is it not the one whose son is about getting married? He has just a son, so?"
"He is responsible for my pregnancy. His wedding is next month, and I don't know what to do. The last time I tried to reach him, he demanded that I get rid of whatever it is that I currently have in my womb!" Ana broke down completely this time, Ene froze in her chair.
"Ana, Ana, Ana, wake up. It is morning, and the sun is rising already!"
Ana stood up from the bed with a start, it was Inayo her mother's younger sister who had come to wake her up. They had planned on going to the market together, but she woke up dizzy with this funny feeling in her stomach. She ran to the toilet to throw up.
"Ana, you have been acting really strange these days, are you pregnant?" Aunt Inayo jokingly called after her niece, who had so many thoughts that were rubbing shoulders in her mind.