THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED

                                                             PART IX(9)

I watched on as they continued their festival in honor of the goddess of Igala village. They danced and made merry, I stood up at intervals to spray some naira notes on them while they sang my name to wish me a warm welcome. “Grace, so this is where you belong now, falling from grace to grass, it is a pity”! I thought to myself and as I made to wipe off the tears from my eyes, I caught my mother’s eyes fixed on me. 

My mother was the type that will wait for you to come to her, she will not ask you anything especially when you are both not in good terms. “I think I can do this myself” I pondered within me. I wanted to deal with Fabian without involving my mother just yet. The truth was that I held Fabian responsible for everything that was happening, I hate him now with so much passion; a man I thought I loved.

“Sister!” shouted my younger sister. “I have been standing here for a couple of minutes now calling your name. Is everything alright”? “Yes Rose, all is well” I replied, “what is the problem?” I asked my sister. “There is a man outside that wants to see you. He said he knows you.” I thought for a while and asked my sister who the man was but she couldn’t provide any information about him. “If anyone comes to look for me again and you don’t know him, get the information from him or her. Let me know first before declaring to the person if I am in or not, is that okay”? My sister nodded and went away.

Fear gripped my heart “I hope Fabian has not traced me down to my village? This will just be the very end of me.” I took the back door to ensure my safety should it be Fabian, “hmmmm” a sigh of relief.

“Sister Grace, the Gospel singer blessed with a divine voice, whose songs carry so much power to heal and to save, good afternoon sister Grace.” I managed to smile at the encomiums but deep in my heart I felt “that Grace is long lost” and I hid my tears just beneath my smiles. “How are you sir, I don’t think I know you, I have never seen you. Please who are you?” “I am Pastor Daniel, from this community and one who is a true witness to the powers your songs hold if one can only listen to them and pray through them. Your Gospel songs are my favorite songs and they possess so much spiritual powers, I am a living testimony.”

He continued “how are you and your family? I can see you are heavy, I pray for you that this Baby will be a testimony on your lips” “ehm, ehm, Pastor Daniel or whatever, thank you very much. I receive all your praises and prayers in good faith. I am grateful but I have to go in now, I am very tired.” “God bless you Sis. Grace, take care eh.”

I went in furious, “Rose!” my sister came in and I sternly warned her I never wanted to see that man anymore around my compound. “Sister, hope all is well?” “Get out of my sight” I yelled at her. I have tried flushing this cursed child out of my womb but it wouldn’t just work. I have visited so many herbal doctors and none could do anything about it, I can’t just imagine giving birth to this child and his father is that monster, Fabian.

“Funmi my love.” I stood still and tried to recall where I knew that voice. Only one person called me by that name, Jaja. I turned and saw him coming towards me with weed in his hands. As he smiled, I saw his teeth were now so brown and irritating like that of an old man who cannot live a second without kolanut.

 “Jaja, how u dey na, e don tey oh! Wetin u dey do for here”? I said with a shaky voice. “I can see you are heavy with a child after so many years. I missed u sha. Na my ghetto be dis, na we dey run things for this town. U run leave me na, follow dah fool because of money.” “ehhh, Jaja, stop am oh, na my husband u dey call fool? Wetin dey do u sef, u suppose respect am because of me.” “dat na true sha. Where u dey go and wetin dey ur hand na, na deal u wan package?”

“Jaja, e get one man wey I suppose deal with, he don do me baddddd. I dey look for guys for the job.” “Ha! Na we dey so na, con yan me the matter.” I followed Jaja and told him all that transpired between Fabian and I.  He took his details from me and promised to do a clean job. They charged me a million naira, I paid half and promised to pay the rest once the deal is done.

Dear readers, I know I am now irredeemable, I have lost my soul. But I must make Fabian pay for everything! Grace is lost; I don’t know who I am anymore!

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