Hell found me and am yet to decipher if it was the choking smoke or those fierce flames that kept buzzing that red alarm in my head. Hell has always been ascribed as the habitat of mean spirits but here I am in it with my mortal coat(flesh & blood) still on. Oh Lord save me! How did I get into this mess? Right! I know how I ended here but its all the fault of that…
Everything was moving so fine for me. I was quite content with all I had; a wealthy handsome husband, amazing kids and a bubbling career. What more could a woman ask for? At least that was what I thought until that,that… (taking a deep breathe). Okay, no name calling here. Let’s be civil about this. As I was saying; I was completely engrossed in my little perfect world until Michael showed up. Haba! Why are u jumping into conclusion like that? Don’t judge me ohhhhh. You don’t know half of what I’ve been through. Seeing those muscular arms, broad shoulders and hazel eyes, I was somehow transfixed. How could Michael show up out of no where after all these years? Well, Emeka( my husband) said something about him being an old friend and a business partner but a lot of thoughts were dancing in my head at the moment.
I tried keeping everything under control but Michael seemed to be everywhere even in my dreams and thoughts. What better definition for a pest! He was constantly calling and texting me. He would even show up unexpectedly at the office and at home ( the nerve of that man). Am yet to fish out the demons that made me give him my phone number in the first place. He was practically driving me nuts with all those talk of good old times and what he still felt for me. Why didn’t I just leave Emeka, my own husband for Michael? Are u seriously asking that question? Hian! It’s not as easy as it sounds ohhhhh.
For starters, I love Emeka. I think so (scratching my head). At least I must have loved him to some extent to be married to him. Moveover, he is the father of my children. But you know what they say about first loves especially ones that ate the cherry on the cake ( and Michael had a way of exploiting this). Abeg don’t go thinking I was wayward as a teenager. Everyone has their own fair share of love escapades.
Secondly, I was not willing to let my mother-in-law win this war of supremacy between us. Yah! You guessed right. For some reason that woman has refused to come to terms with the fact that a larger portion of her sons heart now belongs to me (winks). She seizes every opportunity to throw a tantrum as if am even thrilled to be sharing him with her. I know she will be the first to shout in triumph, “I told you but you wouldn’t listen. I told you that girl was only after your money but you won’t listen. Now you’ve seen it for yourself”. Of course I loved the money (Oh! Please don’t give me that look). Who doesn’t love money in this country? If I manage to love her son along side the money there should be no problem nah. Ah! I can’t also leave my jackpot for all this hungry gold digging Lagos girls. They will quickly feast on the bounty I left behind and the Ashawo would even want my children to call her “Mummy”. Odiegwu! There is no way on earth that is happening. Their grandmother would even add salt to injury by telling them ” How wicked their mother was”. Yes, it has to be their grandmother not Emeka. Emeka can’t do that. He is a good man. I must have really underestimated him. How was I supposed to know he would be clever enough to smell a rat? Chai! Its all my fault. I had become such a nervous wreak lately. The slightest noise seemed to play Nollywood’s famous tension soundtrack in my head. I was frightened when the door bell or phone rang, when someone walked in unnoticed and even when a pin fell on the floor(imagine). I thought I had watched enough horror movies but there was more to come.
Michael suggested that we meet up for one last time, at least for old times sake. Honestly, I have little experience with cheating. Oh! So you think am one of those sugar mummies that carry small boys up and down. Abeg I can’t stoop so low. If I tell you I slept peacefully at night while evaluating whether or not to pour sand into my garri with my own bare hand; then lying must have a modified definition. Somehow those demons(the ones that gave Michael my phone number) were able to negotiate with me again. I tried every trick in my book. I even asked God to make me momentarily cripple but my legs still found a way to enter that damn hotel room. I kept telling myself,
“Nothing is going to happen”
“I won’t do anything stupid”
“I will slap him if he dares lay a finger on me”.
But the moment he held me in his arms my heart completely melted away. And you said the devil does not wear human skin. Innocent me was still trying to figure out what I was doing under the sheets with a man that is not my husband. Then I heard that familiar baritone voice, ” Miriam! “.My husband was standing at the door with a strange disdainful look in his eyes. Is that what people call Hate? I needed no magic wand to stir me into reality. Hell found me on earth and it’s fury consumed me.
By Isiwu Oluchi
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