"I will. Thank you for your concern, aunty. I appreciate.”“It is all right.”Now, George was a bit relieved from his emotional stress. “If only mom would stop disturbing me with the issue of choosing a wife for me, and allow me to worry about losing Rose, and develop enough love for Sophia, my problem would have been minimal,” he pointed out. Then, he braced up, and began to prepare for the management meeting. When he got stuck, he would call on his father for clarification. Before the meeting, he walked to the General Manager's Office for harmonization of their agenda. However, the GM saw that as a great honor for coming to his office instead of sending for him.“Thank you, AGMD. I'm honored to have you,” the General Manager appreciated.“Think nothing about it, GM. I am well guided with your input,” he responded.When it was time for the management meeting, with the call from his aunt, and the General Manager by his side, he had a successful meeting. His father, who monitored the m
Thereafter, he walked out briskly, and returned with some clothes in his hands, and a briefcase. Nevertheless, George showed worries, and he explained at once, “Mommy said I will be sharing your room with you for the moment. It is like she is around. How can she just displace me?” He asked angrily, and attempted to drop the clothes in the wardrobe. “I will be ruthless with her. She would regret ever meeting me,” Benson concluded with visible anger. Now, George was weak, and could not think of what to do. To steady himself, he left the window, and walked back to the couch. Then, he simply asked the overzealous Benson, “Who will you be ruthless with?”Likewise, Benson, who thought that he was protecting his big brother from a forced marriage, was surprised at his question. He locked eyes with him, and inquired, “What?” PrologueAt Rose's HouseNow, Mrs. Owens had assured Rose that all was set for her to meet with her son, and she was expectant. Meanwhile, she could not wait for th
Sarah's Perspective. Seven Years Ago,Some women picked the wrong men out of many. I have heard women complain of a whoring husband, but I always counted myself an exception. My husband, can be best described as every woman’s dream. He is handsome looking – well-built, intelligent and smart. Besides, he is a man of his words. Furthermore, he attached so much love and interest to his family because he was out to ensure that he distinguished himself from his father. He grew up with a father who was a polygamist and an irresponsible one, who was also known as a wife beater with many legitimate and illegitimate concubines. Fortunately, none of my husband's siblings took after their father, except the step siblings. When he asked for my hand in marriage, my mother was afraid, judging from his background. But today, he had proved everyone wrong by living beyond their expectations.As a policy, he hardly kept late night except of recent, and I was surprised at his sudden change of attitude.
The VisitNow, I hastily walked back to the kitchen to check the food without waiting for a response.However, he stood there confused as he watched me walk back to the kitchen. 'Why would she bother to reheat the food under this circumstance? The food got cold as a result of my returning late. Yet, she took the pain to do that.'He thought to himself. Meanwhile, the food was his favorite. Potatoes from Jos, Plateau State, North Central of Nigeria, which most Nigerians preferred to call Irish Potatoes. As for my husband, it was Jos Potatoes or, better still, Berom Potatoes. His first encounter with it was when his uncle, who lived in Jos, brought it to the village. The uncle was fondly called 'Uncle Jos' and as such the potato was named after him.If only he knew the pains I took to get that, as it was not the season and not even sold in the neighborhood. In my opinion, no matter the situation, he needed to eat because he might be starving and would not joke with his precious 'Jo
'Do I deserve to be sacked? Do my friends and colleagues agree with the management that I deserved what I got?'He asked himself.Evans had been in that organization for twenty-nine years and had contributed immensely to its growth and development. I remembered the days of our courtship when he always failed to keep his appointment with me because of his work. My husband was a thorough person who hardly jokes about anything he did, and he also applied the same tenacity with his love and family life.Then, he walked back to the living room and sat before the television again. Within two weeks, he had experienced unimaginable things. Losing his job and hitting his wife. Then, I wondered what could be going on in his mind. These were the character traits that made him to dislike his father. 'Was he gradually taking after his father?'I thought as I watched him from the kitchen. Now, the children and I were having a good time without him. Though, I was feeling the heat because I had mi
They all greeted simultaneously, while George and Lilian gave her a hug one after the other. Now, her presence always reminded them that they had native names because she addressed them by that. These names had event connotations. George's name is 'Odera; Odego' – Which means, once it is written by God that something must take place it had been written, nothing changes it.While Lilian is 'Omere ebele'. Ebele for short. It means the child who showed mercy.I was billed for a Cesarean Section while I was in labor due to some complications, but before the surgeon arrived she came forth. Likewise, My husband, who stood aside with a discontented smile on his face while grandma and the grandchildren exchanged pleasantries, looked at me for a clue. “My in-law.” Mama called as soon as she had the opportunity to look at my husband. “Yes, Mama.” He replied with a concealed anxiety. Then, the children left for their room, leaving us alone. “My daughter had informed me of what happened.
For that reason, our relations refused to accompany him to the girl's parents for proper marriage, as required by the native law and custom. Such legalization of marriage would have accorded him the ownership of the children.On the other hand, the girl's parents were not willing to welcome him either. The truth about the matter was that the parents of Chika, the mistress, had given her out in marriage to Mr. Eric Adibe, the son of Mr. Adibe her father’s bosom friend who was based in the United States of America. As at the time she moved into my father's house, it had been six years since Eric left. No one had neither seen him nor heard from him, and there were speculations that he had married a white lady, or he was dead. To cap it up, Chika had been an unhappy and a lonely lady. No man was willing to marry her, even though it was no secret that her husband, was nowhere to be found. Despite her beauty and age, she was very much willing to marry anyone who was willing to take her
“You did not tell me you were already in town when you called this morning. I told you I will get back to you. I never said you were welcomed to my house.”My husband remarked with disdain.“I came to town yesterday and went to your office. The gate man refused to let me in.”“Yesterday was Sunday. How do you expect that I should be at work?”Evans inquired, but, he ignored his question and continued with his explanation, without any iota of remorse."He said that if you were expecting me, you would have left instructions with him. Then, I hung around until he gave me your number and directed me on how to get to the quarters.” One would think that we owed him anything or that we had a good rapport. At that point, he looked like a fish deprived of water. The look on Evan’s face showed that he remembered vividly how he made life unbearable for us when we were about to get married. 'Should I ask him to go back?'He thought. Looking at the time, it was late for him to travel back to t