“Chidalu” I yelled, but no answer came forth. I climbed the stairs to her bedroom and almost tripped of shock. Inside Chidalu’s bedroom were three huge guys, dressed as bandits. They clutched in their hands glasses of brandy and puffed cigarettes. I turned to run but one of the men rushed to the door and bolted it.

“Who are you guys and what are you doing in my sister’s house?” I managed to ask, already gripped by fear.

” You will find out soon” the one with scarred face said.
His phone rang, he picked it and gave me to answer. Then I heard a shrill voice of my sister
“The only reason I will not kill you is the title you bear as my sister, I have told the men what to do with you. They will make you dumb and crippled, I want you to suffer for the rest of your miserable life. Don’t bother with our whereabout, I’m in the airport about to board a plane to United States with my kids”.

“Chidalu please you can do that to me, I’m your only sister, I’m so sorry. It was the work of the devil” she ended the call before I could finish my sentence.
I looked at the men now starring at me like wolves and tears streamed down my eyes. I started pleading for my life.

” Whatever she gave you I will double it” I spoke to the one who looked like their leader.
“She gave us five million” can you really double it? He taunted.

I knew I was doomed, I didn’t even have called close to one million naira in my account.
I started wailing and pleading.
The one with scarred face came close to me and gave the a thunderous slap that got me rolling on the floor. Then he kicked me hard and severally on the leg and shattered my bones. He gripped me on the neck and raised my head, then he forced open my mouth and emptied a bottle inside my mouth. Pain was an understatement. I thought I was in hell. My throat burned. I was in deep agony. I tried to speak to no avail. I struggled in pain as I watched my tormentors leave the room. Then I passed out.

I woke up in the hospital dumb unable to explain what happened to me. The doctor told me that someone dialled my friend Tessy with my phone number and Tessy brought me to hospital. He said my throat was damaged and irreparable and that nothing could be done about it. I can only make sounds but never speak. My right legs was amputated as the bone was shattered.

Tessy stood beside me and I knew it won’t be long before she leaves my side forever. I knew she thought it was the wife of one of my old men that kept me in the condition. Whatever her reasons were, she never asked, maybe because of my dumb state.
It’s been six years now, I lived in the home of special care. No money, no boyfriend, no child. Just me and other needy people. I had been wheeled to a chair. I never saw Tessy again. I wasn’t surprised anyway.
A care giver, had been nice to me, she became my friend and one-day she gave me a pen and paper to write about myself and I wrote about my ordeal. I wished those men had rather killed me.

The End.

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“I hope to see you this night, would like to introduce you to someone” she said abruptly and dropped the call.

“Okay, I wondered how I ever became friends with a girl like Tessy, she was insensitive with one’s predicament, a trait conceived by selfishness. I knew it would probably be one old wealthy man who would have paid her to meet one of her friends.

I got up from the bed and made for the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decided to make a call to the office and take permission for absence.I dialed my direct boss Mr John and told him I wouldn’t be in the office that I had an emergency health crisis. He obliged me and advised I took proper care of myself. I wondered what I meant by emergency health crisis and what Mr John would think. Some lies were just glaring. I wished I had simply told him I was sick. Working in Brentwood advertising was a dream come true. I had always dreamt of working in an advertising agency. Ejike pressed some buttons with his connections to get me the job as H.R in Brentwood. I was just handed an appointment letter and I resumed work. His connection got me to serve in Porthacourt to be close to him, he was scared he would lose me to someone else if I was posted to another state and I was terrified he would start sleeping with his wife my sister. That was a nightmare I never tried to envisage.
He would always visit and we made love every day at every corner of my house, i consciously made sure to leave marks on his back as a sign of our mating. While he was on top of me pounding gently, I would wreath underneath receiving every stroke with soft moans holding on to him tight while I whispered sweet nothings to his ears and scratched his back. Oftentimes he would sleep over and go to work from my house. We traveled on holidays to Dubai and United Kingdom, most times i would go with him to Abuja for his business meetings and we would lodge in a luxurious hotel, feasting on luxurious food and drinking wine that I couldn’t pronounce the names. We planned our future together, he would divorce Chidalu and still provide for her and their two kids while we would start our lives in United Kingdom, he owned series of businesses which included oil and gas industry and logistics company. I had already started picking baby names. My happiness was paramount after all, all is fair in love and war.

Then I became pregnant again, I had woken up one morning with slight fever and headache. I took malaria drugs and the fever persisted. I checked the calendar and my period was late. My jaw tightened and my heart thumped. My fear was soon conquered by hope. We were planning our lives together so having a baby wasn’t a bad idea. It was in our hotel room in Hero Maitama Abuja that I told him I was with a child, he had gone for a business meeting and came back in the evening excited, his face glowed and his eyes glistened. He swooped me up from the bed and spinned us around. I held him in warm embrace, happy that he was happy. That was the perfect moment to let him in on our expectation.
“Baby” I said looking at him intently
“Yes love” he replied fiddling with his phone
“I am pregnant” I blurted out, I wanted to get it over and done with.
His eyes were still glued to his phone, his jaw tightened.
“So have you booked an appointment with the doctor?” He said dismissively.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My heart ached and i opened my eyes clouded with tears. He couldn’t be suggesting an abortion.
“You are not expecting to have that thing” he said stiffly.
“Do you realize that I am three months gone?” I whispered, my strength failing me and tears smoothly flowing.
“Baby we can’t afford to risk everything, not now. I expected you to take proper care of yourself. You have to get rid of it”. He thundered.

Then he came to me, held my hands and kissed my forehead. “All I want is the best for us, we can have plenty kids when we relocate and I promise to take good care of you. I will take you to a hospital in the morning where you will get rid of that thing” he cajoled.
Already tired and downcast, I nodded besides he was the captain of the ship and I couldn’t afford to lose him. He slowly undressed me and lay me on the bed, kissed me sensually while he fingered me. Then he made passionate love to me telling me he loved me with each stroke and I moaned so loud I thought the hotel management would knock on our door. We climaxed together and he held me and cooed me to sleep.
Early the next morning, he drove me to a hospital in Wuse where I submitted myself under the knife of the worried looking doctor and watched my baby torn out of my body. Then I started bleeding profusely, I was getting weaker and unable to speak while I watched the panic striffen doctor and his nurses running helter skelter then my eyes closed.
I woke up few hours later with Ejike sitting besides my bed and holding my hands. Deep horizontal lines creased his forehead and he rushed to get the doctor. When the doctor entered, he asked how I felt, after running some tests. He said I was okay but he would like to have a word with me in his office. My heart shattered a thousand times when he told me that my uterus was removed due to incessant bleeding. He said removing my uterus was the only way of saving my life.

“Does that I mean I wouldn’t be able to conceive again” I asked the doctor. “Yes” he replied.

That day we got back to the hotel, and Ejike tried to pacify me.

“It’s okay if you couldn’t have a child after all we will definitely be married and we can adopt as many babies as you desire”

I tried to cry but tears was elusive. I lay down and dozed off to sleep with wealth of hope that when I woke up, it would be just a nightmare. I woke up in the middle of the night and Ejike was sleeping beside me snoring. I looked at him, overwhelmed by the love I felt for him, I couldn’t blame him for my ordeal. His phone beeped, and I decided to spy a little and took his phone. Then I opened his message log and saw a message sent to him by his wife that the doctor said her pregnancy was at risk and that she needed him to come home and be by her side.

My sister couldn’t be pregnant, Ejike had assured me that he hadn’t been intimate with her since we met. How could she be pregnant while I just lost my womb. Fresh tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t reconcile the deceit and lies. What would happen to me when he leaves to be beside Chidalu. I cried and tossed and turned on the bed till morning.

“You had no right to go through my phone” he said when I confronted him in the morning. Was that all he could say, I thought. “Stop throwing tantrums and pack let’s leave, we have to get back to Porthacourt before evening”.

We were silent through out our flight to Porthacourt. I had lost everything and this man sitting beside me had no concerns for me. He had no iota of remorse and I had played myself. I decided to kill him. When we landed in Porthacourt, Ejike went home straight from the airport and i entered an Uber which took me home. He stopped picking my calls and when he picked he said he was busy and never returned my calls.

I called him on a Saturday and cried on the phone that I needed his help urgently and pleaded he comes to my house. Twenty minutes later he was in my house. I laughed and told him that I missed him badly and would love to make love to him. I knelt down and took him in my mouth, then I got up and undressed him slowly, took him to the bed, climbed on him and rode him for hours. We cuddled and slept off. When we woke up, I offered him a glass of red wine. Later when he dressed to leave, he kissed me goodbye and promised to visit the next day. I smiled and shut the door and happy he would die in his house.

My phone rang and it was my sister, “Kachi I need to see you” her voice devoid of emotions. “I will see you in an hour” I replied. Glad she finally wanted to talk about her late husband, yet afraid of her.

To be continued……

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I got home downcast and flung my bag on the bed, entered the bathroom took a cold shower immersed myself in the coldness of the water while I carressed my body with soap. The bathroom held memories of Ejike. We would take turns in scrubbing our backs and armpits, immersed ourselves in foams and kissed under the shower then he would turn me over and penetrate me. Thrusting gently at first then hard while I took every thrust with loud moans which echoed through the walls of the bathroom. We held hands and went to bed while I climbed on top of him riding and grinding breathing heavily with my heart thumping.

I turned down the shower and cleaned my body, it was getting dark I walked to the kitchen naked and fixed myself a dinner of leftover spaghetti and meatballs. I sat in the kitchen and ate, vainly trying to focus and forget about my sister’s lackadaisical attitude while plotting my next move. The spaghetti tested bland and lay balmy in my stomach. I threw away the rest in the trash can and dumped the plate in a dishwasher. I looked around the kitchen and nothing held my interest so I entered the room and lay on my bed. I closed my eyes and saw him. I saw him every time I closed my eyes, I felt his touch tracing my body. I barely slept since Ejike died okay since I murdered him. He always came to me his eyes accusing and sorrowful. Most nights I woke up crying drenched in sweats. I always slept with the lights on and in the case of power failure I used torch light.

We were possessively in love with each other or so I thought. He got me my BMW on my birthday and rented a cozy two bedroom apartment for me. My house became our love nest. Most times he slept over. I cooked and washed for him. Ejike became the center of my universe.

“I wouldn’t want to share you with these University boys”
he said three months to our relationship, we had just finished making love and I was making dinner of boiled yams and scrambled eggs for him, he entered the kitchen naked and glowing and sat on the chair adjacent to the cooking gas close to the entrance.

“You must be kidding me baby”
I said rolling my eyes slightly angry that he was being selfish of our affair knowing fully well he had my sister to go back to in the night where his life was all shades of perfect yet deliciously happy that he wants me all to himself, that he was jealous of another man having me in his arms.

“I mean it, look at me” he ordered, his tone dead serious I don’t think I had heard him use that tone before. I turned on the gas and placed the pot on it and turned to him. He stood from the chair and slowly walked to me wrapped my waist in his large arms and looked at me intently his face very close to mine.

“You must stay away from those boys baby, what do you want me to do to prove to you that i am serious about what we share?”

My stomach lurched and softened, my knees wobbly and weak I felt dizzy glad he held me. My heart beat so fast I thought it would break out of my chest looking at the handsome man in front of me and lost in his eyes, in his love and his warmth. Then like a small paper boat been crushed, my heart sank to my reality which was sharing him with my sister who was his lawfully wedded wife. My face flushed and lights of jealousy flickered in my eyes. He was still waiting for an answer his eyes boring into my soul probably searching my thoughts.

“You must stop having sex with your wife”
I said briskly, yes I spelt it out. His brows burrowed and deep worried lines creased his forehead.

“I had stopped sleeping with her since the day we made out at the dinning downstairs in my house and you are always in my head I was afraid I might scream your name while on top of her, ravishing her”. He said grinning deviously. He screams my name with pleasure when climaxing and I wondered if he screamed my sister’s name. This confirms it, he only screams my name.
I pressed my lips to his and kissed him hungrily and he returned my kiss with equal match.

That day after he had left, I lay on the bed and reminicised about our earlier conversation elated that though Chidalu was in his house I was in his head and in his heart. It was me he thought of first thing when he woke up and last thing he thought of before he goes to bed. I clutched the pillow he laid his head on and smelt his shirt which he left in my house. That night I didn’t shower, I didn’t want to wash away his dents, touch, sweat and all the evidence of our love making on my body, I wore his shirt and slept on his side of the bed.

The first time I told him I was pregnant, he looked at me in distress fear creased his face. I was excited to carry a piece of him, the evidence of our love but he had other plans.

“What do you mean you are pregnant” he muttered

“I mean i am carrying the product of our love” I said faintly, my heart breaking. It was obvious he doesn’t want the pregnancy. The air-condition in my sitting room was on but I was already sweating, tears clouding my eyes. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and sadness.

“Baby you can’t have a baby while in school, you are in your final year and saddling a baby while writing your final exams and projects can be cumbersome. I want the best for you”.

My nerves relaxed, he was thinking about me and had my interest at heart. The next day I went to the hospital outside town and removed the baby with the money he gave me. He picked me from the hospital and drove me home, made dinner for me and nursed me. That was the first day he looked into my eyes and told me that he loved me and I believed him. The next day he bought me a brand new Lexus Jeep. A car I told my sister was gifted to me by my non-existent American boyfriend. How I wished to tell her it was my love her husband that actually bought the car for me. She wasn’t really suprised, since our parents died I had a way around getting what I wanted.
Now Ejike died had died in my hands and Chidalu was bent on making me go crazy with her silence. I wondered what went through her mind and what she was planning and the more I thought about it the more restless I became. I got up from the bed took the sleeping pills on the table close to my bed, swallowed it with water and forced myself to sleep.
I woke up with a persistent headache and reached for my phone which rang on the table beside my bed, reluctant to open my eyes and hoping it was Chidalu. Maybe she had gotten over herself and needed closure.

To be continued…………

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“Hello baby” I answered in high pitched tone stressing the endearment I used in answering him and hoping he would catch the passion in my tone.

“Kachi why did you leave and you didn’t deem it fit to inform me”. He asked indignantly

“Oh i am so sorry baby I didn’t mean to leave without proper notification, hope i am forgiven” I replied deviously happy he missed me. My plan worked afterall.

“I want to see you” he said as a matter of fact with moist tone ladened with half concealed need. I paused steadily breathing inside the phone. I took a quick survey of my room, it was a self contained with a large space tastefully furnished. Inviting him to my house wouldn’t be a bad idea I barely had visitors.
“Hope you wouldn’t mind coming to my hostel” I finally said.
“I will come this evening text me the address to your hostel” he replied.

It was already nine o’clock when he arrived at my house, I had anticipated his visit and prepped myself. I took a cold bath, washed my hair, oiled and combed it to fall on my shoulders and parted it slightly at the middle. I wore a very flimsy mustard yellow sleeveless gown which accentuated my honey complexion and hung at the edge of my large buttocks. I was almost done with make up when I heard a knock on my door. I quickly put away the make up and got up to open the door though not before I accessed myself thoroughly in the mirror.

I gently unbolted the door and there he stood, hands in his shorts navy blue pockets looking dashing. His cologne had a flattering strong scent of amber and citrus, our eyes locked and lingered with identified lust. He accessed me resting his eyes on my large pointed nipples. I hadn’t bothered wearing a brazzier my breast were full and perky. He gazed into my eyes and gave me a light kiss on the lips then I stepped aside and ushered him into my house.
“Nice place you have here” he remarked accessing the contents of my room. My room looked quite expensive. My plasma television was 39 inches and my home theater system was the latest version both of which I got from my trip to China. Ivory royal curtain was hand sewn and a gift from Alhaji on his last trip to Saudi Arabia. He looked impressed and sat on the couch.

“So what can I offer you” I asked. He gestured me to sit on the armrest and he clutched my waist, with his thumb he drew my chin and my lips close to his, then kissed me softly and hungrily and I responded to his kisses equally matching my tongue with his, exchanging saliva while I held the nape of his neck. We explored each others lips, then disengaged at the same time almost gasping for air that we bursted into laughter my eyes twinkling and moist. There I clarified every doubt that I wanted my sister’s husband in my arms and in my bed while he made discoveries between my legs. I wanted this piece of heaven and all to myself.
I got up and catwalked towards the fridge fully aware of his full gaze behind me, on my beautiful long curvy legs and resting on my buttocks. I opened the fridge and brought out a Chardonnay and two wine glasses from the counter above the fridge. I opened the wine and poured us some drinks. My mind racing, thinking of the many things I would love to do to Ejike.

My sister had her eyes still glued to the Oxford dictionary, ignoring my existence and my truthful claims. Her face was expressionless then she flashed me a quick glance and concentrated on the dictionary. A knock came and the gate man entered, “madam the meat vendor is here” he told her. “Oh tell her I will join her in the garden in a Jiffy” she replied calmly concealing every trace of emotions. My sister had a vendor who supplied her goat meat every two weeks that has been the tradition when her husband was alive.

She closed the dictionary, slowly got up from the dinning and made towards the door. I knew that was her dismissal to my God forsaken self. She opened the door and walked away leaving me in dilemma and tears. I sat down there and cried unable to clarify the emotions that swept over me. I had played myself. This wasn’t what I bargained for, her reaction disarmed me. How could she take in what I said to her so calmly and expressionlessly. I had wanted the roof to cave in while she exploded and indulged me to a fight probably making an attempt to call the police. I had her reaction planned besides she had no evidence on me. I opened my LV bag and took out my white handkerchief and dabbed the corners of my eyes careful not to smear my make up, i got up and adjusted the hem of my short fitted skirt and made for the door.

To be continued……..

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