Tuesday, April 28, 2015

When In Nigeria - Chapter 3

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Patricia believes that the reason why some people might be ashamed of where they come from is because they know so little of it; she knew so little of Nigeria. Patricia was a child who was sheltered all her life, and so what she saw the morning after waking up from Ade’s couch made her realize that the only thing that made her different from every other person out there was luck.

The sound of soft knocks on the door was what woke Patricia up from her sleep yet again. Ade staggered to the door after greeting Patricia. He opened the door, forgetting that she was a few feet away, exposing her to the world. The early morning sun almost blinded Patricia’s eyes; she let out a curse.

“Good morning uncle.” It was a voice of a young girl not more than seven years old. Patricia paid them no attention and began fixing the couch she slept on.

“Good morning, Ola. How are you this morning, hope you slept well?”

Patricia took a quick glance at the scene to find the girl nodding her head.

“I can see you are already ready to go. Give me five seconds. Hope your mom is getting better?” Ade asked as he walked back into the room. Within seconds, he was at the door again. Patricia sat quietly and watch as Ade handed the young girl who was neatly dressed for school some money. She didn’t know how much it was, but the smile on the young girls face confirmed that it was enough.

“No find trouble for road oo and read well.” He ruffled through the girl’s hair and she laughed. She thanked him and left.

“I hope we didn’t disturb you.” Ade asked, locking his door.

Was that before or after you almost blinded me? “Nah, I’m fine.” She replied instead. 

“The couch, hope it wasn’t so uncomfortable to lie on? I will get you to a hotel as soon as you’re ready.”
“Okay, no problem.”

The room became silent again as both of them figured that this was it; it was time for Patricia to get out. Ade stood with his hands on his waist, contemplating on what to do with the woman he’d purposely ignored last night. All Patricia really wanted was a place where she could shower, brush her teeth and eat. Patricia knew that she looked like a hot mess, so half of the time as she and Ade spoke, she kept her head down.

“How about I take you there now.” Ade stated. He rushed into his room to get a shirt. As much as Patricia loved the sound of that, she felt a pinch of disappointment at Ade's eagerness to get rid of her. When Ade came out, Patricia didn’t need him to tell her, she got up and picked her luggage bag which he stubbornly collected from her hands.

As they were about opening the door, a more rapid and disturbing knock came through. It was as if the other person outside the door was faced with a situation of life and death. When Daniel opened the door, surprisingly to him, it was the same little girl who had come to see him a few minutes ago.

“Ola, what’s the matter?” He pulled the little girl inside the room. Her face was filled with tears. She was shaking, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. Her neatly pressed uniform was now stained with tea. 

“I went to see mom to tell her that I’m leaving for school,” she hiccuped, her breathing was disturbing. Patricia didn’t know what to do or how to calm this little child. She looked like she was in great pain.

She continued, “Mom told me to eat something before I go, but then daddy started shouting.” she broke into more tears as she began to play with her fingers. Patricia knew right there that that was the first sign of fear and confusion. Thanks to her psychology degree.

But as soon as Ade heard the little girl speak of her father, he was gone before the two ladies could blink. Patricia ran after him. Ade knocked over several buckets that were outside. Anything he could lay his hands on, he threw aside. Patricia followed alongside the little girl to where she presumed to be her home.

Upon getting there, Ade had already pinned the husband of the woman who was lying lifelessly on the floor to the wall of their living room.

“Didn’t I tell you that the next time you put your hands on her I will kill you myself?!” Ade shouted. There was no holding him back, he was at war with a husband who began to laugh hectically like he was possessed. Did he find the fact that his wife was lying dying on the floor funny?

Patricia's first instinct told her to rush to the woman. Kneeling in front of her, Patricia eyes popped open when she saw that this woman was pregnant; heavily pregnant. The couple wasn’t your typical forty-five years old married folks, they were fairly young. Patricia didn’t know how to calm the situation with Ade and the husband down. Both of them raised their voices at each other.

“She is my wife now; I can do whatever I want with her!” The husband stated. Patricia looked back at him, and all she wanted to do was slap him for saying such a thing about a woman who wasn’t his tool but rather his wife.

“And I’m her brother! I won’t let you kill her because she chose to be with a fool like you.” The back to back yelling went on with the men.

Patricia’s main focus which the men had forgotten about was the woman lying on the floor. She needed to do something.

“Madam, can you hear me?” She wasn’t breathing or responding. Panic kicked in. Oh my God, she’s really isn’t breathing, Patricia panicked. Without realizing what she was doing, she spontaneously began to press down on Ade’s sister’s chest with her hands. As she pressed down on her chest, her eyes became filled with unshed tears. Why is this happening now? God, why now? Where else do I have to run to? Ola watched Patricia curiously. Her eyes, it held hope that Patricia would somehow fix her mother but then she ran out after Patricia’s serval attempts failed.

“Are you a doctor? What are you doing?” Ade asked. No, Patricia wasn’t a doctor but she’d learned a thing or two, and she also knew that her generous attempt to revive Ade’s sister could turn out bad.

“Who is she? Tell her not to touch my wife.” Ade’s brother in-law barked at her. After few minutes of performing CPR on Ade sister, she let out a wheezing sound. The two men instantly let go of each other when they heard the woman began to cough.

“Talk to me, are you okay?” Both men began questioning Ade's sister. Her husband knocked Patricia aside to be closer to his wife. Patricia watched in disgust. She felt neither of them had the right to ask about her health since they’d rather fought over it while she was dying. Patricia let go of the Ade’s sister and stepped out of the room for some air. God knew she needed it. What she’d just witnessed, that was the last thing she needed in her life at the moment. 

Outside, she found the young daughter. She was sitting with her back against the wall and her bag-pack on her laps. She was crying. At Patricia’s grunting sounds of frustration, she raised her head up. When Ola saw Patricia, she rushed to embrace her.

“Is my mummy okay, aunty?” Ola asked. In that moment when Ola arms were wrapped tightly around Patricia's waist with her eyes filled with tears and unsure of what to do with herself, something changed in Patricia. She found peace.


  1. Thank you for posting, Ufuoma!

    1. Hello Mystique, thank you for always reading!!!!!!

  2. Thank you for posting, Ufuoma!

  3. So interesting. Keep it going. Loving every bit of it

    1. Yaaaaay! Daniel since I have your go ahead now, I'll write this more comfortably now. lol

  4. Awwww,Patricia has a Nice heart! Morrreeeeeeeeeeeeeee please


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