She looked so sad and pathetic. Something in him wanted to take her in his arms and rock her. Wole quickly discarded the thought. He forced himself to remember that she was a witch. Now she wanted to take away the light of his world. If he could figure out a way to get out of the marriage and still have full custody of Olamide, he would have divorced The Witch.
At least,... he had this incident to refer to when trying to prove that she is an incompetent mother.
He tried to sort out the activities of the evening. He had called Kunle and asked if they could meet. They agreed to meet at Murphy's Bar.
As Wole aimed for the door of the bar, he thought he heard someone call his name. He turned and stared into Bro. Gbenro's handsome face.
'How are you doing? It's been a while. How's Yeside? I trust you guys are really happy together',
How was he supposed to answer that question? Was he supposed to tell Gbenro that Yeside wasn't really worth all that trouble? Would Gbenro be interested in hearing about his marital woes? It was best to change the topic, please.
'Bro Gbenro, how're you doing? What are you doing here?'
'Forget that 'Bro' something joor. I'm here to do what you also came to do'
Gbenro was acting like none of the past events with Yeside ever happened. Wole almost felt Gbenro's forehead to confirm that he wasn't ill.
'Wole, over here', Kunle called out.
Wole was so happy to get out of this uncomfortable situation. He and Gbenro exchanged business cards. He quickly stole a glance at Gbenro's card. 'Business Manager, Oluwalogbon Group of Companies'. What else did he expect? Gbenro had always been a 'big boy'...
He quickly made his way to Kunle and they had a few beers. He had finally decided to start hanging out with Kunle, his colleague, when he couldn't stand the nagging from 'The Witch', ably supported by 'The Witch Mother'. He felt guilty initially and tried to spend not more than 1 hour with Kunle and the gang. They'll just gist about regular stuff- office gossip, football, business opportunities etc. Wole would order for some malt while the others would have their beers. Kunle and Tayo always had stories of how they put their wives in their place to tell.
Slowly but surely, Wole tried a beer; then he tried two bottles today...He felt really uncomfortable and he just felt the urge to go home. He couldn't explain the urgency but he knew he was needed there.
As he got to the gate, he heard someone scream. It sounded like his darling son, Olamide. He quickly raced to the house and that was when 'The Witch' collided with him.
Thankfully, the mechanic chose that time to arrive with her car and drove them to the hospital. The drive to the hospital was the longest journey Wole could remember. 'The Witch' was mumbling something but she wasn't making much sense. She was saying stuff like she thought she locked the door.
They got to the hospital and realised that they didn't have Olamide's HMO card. Wole remembered that Yeside had saved the Card Number as a note in his phone, she usually managed to lose her phones...
Olamide was quickly admitted and they were sitting with him. Wole actually felt sorry for Yeside and was about to reach for her when the door was flung open and the 'Witch Mother' flew in on her broom...
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Sunday 7 December 2014
Saturday 6 December 2014
Growing Wings - Episode 8
'Why are you sitting outside the house, crying? Where is Wole?'
Anjola met Yeside crying in front of the dingy 2 bedroom apartment that proud pauper insisted that her princess and darling grandson had to live in...She was still annoyed with Kunle for not putting his foot down and insisting that Wole take up their offer to buy them a flat in a respectable neighbourhood. Her foolish princess was also so love-struck. Her princess had stood up to her only ONCE. And it was because of this worthless pauper...What in the world could have caused her baby so much sorrow? And why was this girl such a 'softie'?
'Wole left the house 30 minutes earlier. He called me a w...'
Yeside tried to stay coherent but she wasn't making too much sense.
'He called you what? You are not making a lot of sense. Let's go inside'.
Anjola couldn't call that place that stubborn boy had insisted on a house. She had gone over her planned discussion with Wole at least 20 times as she drove to the 'hole'... How could such an idiot father her cherubic grandson? She would do whatever she needed to do to protect her daughter and her grandson. If that idiot had laid as much as a finger on her princess, he would rot in jail for the rest of his miserable life. Such an uncultured imbecile!
Yeside was so glad she caught her tongue before telling Mum that Wole called them witches. It was obvious to even a blind person that Mum hated Wole's guts. She wished Mum hadn't met her crying. She quickly dried her eyes and hugged Olamide.
'Thanks a lot Mum for your support and care. I hope Olamide didn't give you too much trouble ma. Would you like some semovita and vegetables?'
Anjola saw the invisible walls go back up quickly to mask Yeside's emotions. Anjola quickly brought her 'lawyer' skills. She didn't become a Minister of Justice by accident; she earned everything she had ever achieved.
'You didn't answer my question, young lady'
Justice Anjola was in the house and she sure knew her onions. As she interrogated Yeside, they both entered their regular routine of prosecution, defence, defendant and jury, all at the same time...
'Objection, my Lord; counsel is leading the witness', Yeside made a feeble attempt at turning the situation into a joke...
'Objection overruled', Anjola joined in the joke.
They both burst out laughing...
Olamide chose the time to tell Yeside that he was hungry.
Anjola had to head back home as it was getting pretty late. She wanted to review some case files before calling it a night.
'Are you sure you're okay, darling? You can talk to me, you know', Anjola coaxed Yeside.
Yeside was tempted to spill all out. However, she couldn't trust herself to maintain boundaries. She didn't want Mum to turn on Wole the way she had turned on Uncle Raphael when Aunty Margaret told her about their marital problems. Besides telling Mum meant admitting marital failure. No, she would find a way around it. She would have loved to confide in Dad but everything she told him still found its way to Mum.
'There is no problem, Mum. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by caring for Olamide and remaining a good wife to Wole.'
She saw that Mum was about to begin her 'Women Empowerment' talk so she quickly kissed her goodnight and returned to the house to feed Olamide.
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'You will never be happy', Gbenro lashed out in anguish.
Yeside finally picked his calls after two days of incessant attempts. She hadn't turned up at the wedding! And her only excuse was that she couldn't forgive him for catching him during his 'goodbye' to Esther. Yes, she walked in on them while they were saying 'goodbye' the same way as they said 'hello'. Yeside was supposed to be at work that day. She claimed that she just felt that something was not right, so she decided to stop by.
Gbenro had pleaded and grovelled! She was such a witch! She pretended she had forgiven him only to not show up at what should have been their talk-of-the town wedding.
She said she just couldn't go through with the wedding. He was crushed, not because he loved her but because she bruised his ego. He wouldn't let her go just like that....
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'WHERE IS OLAMIDE?' Yeside thought as a sharp scream brought her back from her reminiscence.
She searched frantically for a torchlight. The electricity supply was shamefully epileptic.
She checked in the boy's room but he was not there...
She heard the sharp scream again and rushed down the stairs. As she got out, she found her little boy at the foot of the stairs lying in a pool of his own blood!
'IS HE ALIVE?' Yeside screamed within.
As she got to the foot of the stairs, she bumped into someone. She looked up into Wole's dark, hate-filled eyes...
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Anjola met Yeside crying in front of the dingy 2 bedroom apartment that proud pauper insisted that her princess and darling grandson had to live in...She was still annoyed with Kunle for not putting his foot down and insisting that Wole take up their offer to buy them a flat in a respectable neighbourhood. Her foolish princess was also so love-struck. Her princess had stood up to her only ONCE. And it was because of this worthless pauper...What in the world could have caused her baby so much sorrow? And why was this girl such a 'softie'?
'Wole left the house 30 minutes earlier. He called me a w...'
Yeside tried to stay coherent but she wasn't making too much sense.
'He called you what? You are not making a lot of sense. Let's go inside'.
Anjola couldn't call that place that stubborn boy had insisted on a house. She had gone over her planned discussion with Wole at least 20 times as she drove to the 'hole'... How could such an idiot father her cherubic grandson? She would do whatever she needed to do to protect her daughter and her grandson. If that idiot had laid as much as a finger on her princess, he would rot in jail for the rest of his miserable life. Such an uncultured imbecile!
Yeside was so glad she caught her tongue before telling Mum that Wole called them witches. It was obvious to even a blind person that Mum hated Wole's guts. She wished Mum hadn't met her crying. She quickly dried her eyes and hugged Olamide.
'Thanks a lot Mum for your support and care. I hope Olamide didn't give you too much trouble ma. Would you like some semovita and vegetables?'
Anjola saw the invisible walls go back up quickly to mask Yeside's emotions. Anjola quickly brought her 'lawyer' skills. She didn't become a Minister of Justice by accident; she earned everything she had ever achieved.
'You didn't answer my question, young lady'
Justice Anjola was in the house and she sure knew her onions. As she interrogated Yeside, they both entered their regular routine of prosecution, defence, defendant and jury, all at the same time...
'Objection, my Lord; counsel is leading the witness', Yeside made a feeble attempt at turning the situation into a joke...
'Objection overruled', Anjola joined in the joke.
They both burst out laughing...
Olamide chose the time to tell Yeside that he was hungry.
Anjola had to head back home as it was getting pretty late. She wanted to review some case files before calling it a night.
'Are you sure you're okay, darling? You can talk to me, you know', Anjola coaxed Yeside.
Yeside was tempted to spill all out. However, she couldn't trust herself to maintain boundaries. She didn't want Mum to turn on Wole the way she had turned on Uncle Raphael when Aunty Margaret told her about their marital problems. Besides telling Mum meant admitting marital failure. No, she would find a way around it. She would have loved to confide in Dad but everything she told him still found its way to Mum.
'There is no problem, Mum. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by caring for Olamide and remaining a good wife to Wole.'
She saw that Mum was about to begin her 'Women Empowerment' talk so she quickly kissed her goodnight and returned to the house to feed Olamide.
******************************
'You will never be happy', Gbenro lashed out in anguish.
Yeside finally picked his calls after two days of incessant attempts. She hadn't turned up at the wedding! And her only excuse was that she couldn't forgive him for catching him during his 'goodbye' to Esther. Yes, she walked in on them while they were saying 'goodbye' the same way as they said 'hello'. Yeside was supposed to be at work that day. She claimed that she just felt that something was not right, so she decided to stop by.
Gbenro had pleaded and grovelled! She was such a witch! She pretended she had forgiven him only to not show up at what should have been their talk-of-the town wedding.
She said she just couldn't go through with the wedding. He was crushed, not because he loved her but because she bruised his ego. He wouldn't let her go just like that....
******************************
'WHERE IS OLAMIDE?' Yeside thought as a sharp scream brought her back from her reminiscence.
She searched frantically for a torchlight. The electricity supply was shamefully epileptic.
She checked in the boy's room but he was not there...
She heard the sharp scream again and rushed down the stairs. As she got out, she found her little boy at the foot of the stairs lying in a pool of his own blood!
'IS HE ALIVE?' Yeside screamed within.
As she got to the foot of the stairs, she bumped into someone. She looked up into Wole's dark, hate-filled eyes...
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