Wednesday, May 13, 2015

When In Nigeria - Chapter 10

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Their connection broke and Ade let go of Patricia. She felt disgusted with herself. She hadn’t come to Nigeria to be kissed by anyone and especially not Ade. It was the likes of him that’d set her running off in the first place.

“I’m…I’m really sorry. I…” Ade stuttered.  He didn’t know what had come over him. He’d acted without thinking and he’d succeeded in making a fool out of himself.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Patricia said in anger, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“Seriously, I didn’t plan on it… it just happened.”

“Can we just… can we just go?” Patricia didn’t want to hear his excuses. Whether planed or not, Ade had no business kissing her. Oh my God! Snap out of it! She almost screamed to herself. She was falling for it again, making the same mistake as she’d done before. Ade walked quietly behind her. They exchanged no words as they walked the remaining way home.

When they got to his sister’s apartment, Patricia knocked and Yemi who had been patiently waiting on them was up to answer the door. Ade refused to come in when his sister invited him in.

“She’s here now; I’ll talk to you guys later.” He waved lazily at the women as he walked away. Patricia felt a pinch of hurt as Ade trailed off.

“I wonder what’s wrong with him."

“But honestly, you gave us both a scare… we thought something bad had happened to you Patricia.” Yemi added, concerned.

“Yemi,” Patricia sat her luggage back on the floor. “I have a reason for coming here and I can’t tell you right now. I… I never expected to meet people like you and it’s…” Patricia began to dread the horror look on the faces of these nice people she’d met when they truly find out her reason for running away from home.

“Oh no, whatever it is…” Yemi held her shoulders gently, “We can talk right? We are friends?” Patricia nodded sincerely. “Then whatever it was that brought you here, you can tell me. I’ll listen okay? God knows we all have some secrets in our…” she stopped herself.

“Like I was saying; if there’s anything I can do to make your stay here better just tell me.” Patricia smiled and hugged her. They spent the remaining night gisting about everything else but their real problems.

Throughout the better half of the next day, Ade and Patricia tried their best to avoid each other. At about 8:00 in the evening, he came knocking at his sister’s door.

“We need to talk.” Ade commanded as he barged into the living room.

“Talk about what?” Yemi appeared behind Patricia.

“It’s not your business.” Ade stated, hinting to his sister to back off.

“If you must know, anything that concerns Patricia now concerns me.” The two sibling’s relationship was like that of cats and dogs. Neither of them wanted to back down. No one had ever fought for Patricia before, never! She’d lived her life always standing up for herself and to see Yemi face her brother for her sake, Patricia wanted to cry.

“Ask her if I didn’t kiss her yesterday then,”

“You what?!” Yemi yelled astonished by the new revelation. She turned to face Patricia.

“Is he telling the truth?” Yemi asked even though she knew her brother had never lied to her before.

“Well your brother needs to stop going around and kissing another man’s wife.” Patricia let go of her words carelessly and immediately after she said that, she knew she’d made a big mistake because the siblings looked at her horrified by her statement.

“You’re married?!” Yemi exclaimed in total disbelieve. Patricia wouldn’t say a thing. She felt like she had disappointed them.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Yemi was torn between comforting Patricia or her brother’s injured pride.

“Ade, say something?” All he did was stare at her. He shook his head in pity as he turned around to leave.

“Patricia, just leave him alone for now. I don’t want him to do something he’ll regret later… please.” Yemi stated but Patricia didn’t listen. Instead, she ran after him.


Immediately after she stepped into his little one bedroom apartment, flashbacks of the day they’d first met, and the day she’d slept on his couch; they all hit her like a storm.

“Were you ever going to tell us?” Ade asked when he heard Patricia close the door.

“I’m sorry Ade… I just didn’t want to get you involved. I didn’t know that…”

“That I’d get involved with you so soon? If it’s the kiss, forget. That was a mistake, a big one. What was I even thinking!” he yelled angrily.

“I knew there was something you weren’t telling me.” He paced the floor nervously. “But I never knew it’d be this serious. You’re married?” He whispered as the cold reality hit him.

“I’m not!” Patricia cried out. She wasn’t married. In her heart, she knew that what she had with Michael wasn’t marriage.

“No, no, don’t you dare lie to me again.”

“Ade,” Patricia called his name softly. She needed to calm down so she could talk to him. Patricia moved to seat on the only couch in the room. Was she ready to let go? Was she ready to speak about this yet again? Was he going to be different any from the other ears that’d heard her story before? All these questions held tightly to her voice as she contemplated if to come clean once again.

“I met Michael,”

“Your husband?”

“Yes,” Patricia nodded, accepting the fact that on paper and by law, she was truly married.

“I met him during my first year in the university. We were so good together.” Patricia paused before continuing again. “He was the best thing I had as a friend. I wanted it to stay that way but…” Her voice became coarse. She became nervous. What would Ade think of me after I tell him this? She thought to herself.

“But what?” his voice held comfort in it. Ade didn’t want Patricia to be scared of him. When she looked at him, she found the strength to continue.

“That Friday night after we came back from a friend’s birthday party, we had too much to drink and one thing led to the other and---” And Patricia knew she should have been a good girl. She had lived the careless life of the party while she was in France. She drank, she smoked, she had been a disappointment to her parents who were doctors and had wanted her to join the family business altogether.

Ade swallowed his saliva before asking the same question that has made the truth hard to believe. “Didn’t you want it?”  He asked. Patricia shook her head. “No. He forced himself on me. I swear it, he did.” Patricia explained as she remembered what happened that night.  “I know I drank a few bottle of alcohol with him but I remember saying no. Michael and I had never been in that sort of relationship before.”

Ade’s once stiff shoulders found some released. “And then what happened next?” He asked, urging her to continue.

“I couldn’t look at him again. It was as if I’d given myself so cheaply to him. A month later, I found out I was pregnant.” Ade’s eyes widened in shock. “I told my parents and they panic. I was their only child. I had to finish school before bringing a child into the world, which was their plan for me.”

It had been so hard for Patricia to convince anyone that Michael had raped her. Her friends saw how close they were together so they didn’t want to believe it was rape. Her parents had become good friends with Michael’s parents and that had complicated things even further.

“Did you tell him about the baby?” Ade still couldn't believe that the woman he’d kissed last night had once been pregnant and even married. His question reminded Patricia that there was a child involved in all this. She’d had a child with a man who she didn’t love.

“I told Michael about it, and you wouldn’t believe what he said to me.”

Ade came to seat next to Patricia and said, “Right now, I’ll believe anything you say…” He gently traced the strand of hair that was hanging loose on her face to the back of her ear. Patricia found peace in his arms but she knew that once she told him the rest of her story, he’d be the one pushing her away.

“It’s either you get an abortion or you marry me… that was what he told me and so I took the first abortion pills the next day. I almost died. The baby wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t marry Michael either. I knew I’d live the rest of my life in regret. I wanted to be happy. I couldn’t marry the man who raped me, Ade. I just couldn’t.’

7 comments:

  1. Hey guys, do not hesitate to point out any error you find in this episode. Thank you!

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  2. You wrote'Daniel' instead of'Ade'.. That's on the line you wrote in italics.
    Can't wait for the continuation though

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    1. Hey Opemipo. I have fixed the error. Thanks for pointing it out. You're the best!

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  3. Yeah. About the daniel stuff. Stop writing my name o. B careful

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    1. Lmao! When I first wrote some chapters of this story, the main character's name was Daniel!!! Lol I suck at naming my characters because "Masked Truth" also has a Daniel in it o. You didn't notice that one??

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  4. I know nd that's one of the reasons I'm complaining. Everyone is now calling my name. Abeg, that name is special

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