Thursday, May 12, 2016

A Second Chance - Chapter Twenty-Five

“Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.” – Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Later that day, as Bisola was about to place a single pack of indomie into a boiling water, she remembered that she wasn’t alone and grabbed a second pack. She never wanted to make Aisha feel left out of the things normal living souls did like eating, and even though Aisha could in fact not physically eat the food, or mentally process the taste, Bisola believed that having the food prepared and laid out for Aisha would make her feel as if she was part of if she wasn’t alone

And truly, when Bisola brought the two plates of indomie into their living room where Aisha was watching a TV program, her face immediately lite up. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She said in gratitude. “I’ve been sitting here and thinking about all the things I’ll miss when it comes time to finally say goodbye to this world and to you. For example now, I never paid attention to T.V. before, but now I’ve been glue to this thing as if it’s the first time I’m seeing it.” It took her back to her childhood years. Growing up without a T.V. was normal for everyone in her street, moreover, T.V had been the least of their problems.

But one day when she’d followed her primary school friend home after school for water in order to make the long walking journey back home, she’d seen her siblings watching what she hadn’t known was T.V., so she’d asked her friend what it was. Aisha could still remember walking home that day with her ten years old hurt pride after her friend and her siblings had laughed at her for not knowing what the squared shaped thing that had people inside it as she’d described was. Theirs was a grey-silver color. However old it was, they had one and she didn’t.

That day, she’d gone home and asked her mother why they didn’t have a T.V. of their own like Jumoke’s, and her mother’s response, she’ll never forget either. Her mother had told her that everything evil was on T.V.. She’d said T.V. was for children who were slacking off in school. When she’d begin to run out lies, she’d sincerely said to her in their native dialect, “If you want to know what is real and what is not, step out and you’ll see. You don’t need a T.V. my dear.” Because the everyday world as a whole was just another never ending T.V. series with according to scientists, 4.5 billion episodes.

Margaret knew she was running out of her subtle threats, and convincing Judith to stay quiet was becoming a task she could no longer manage. She’d gotten her job back, working alongside Ben, and she felt their bond was slowly forming and thickening. Giving Margaret her old position back had been a way for Ben to thank her for job well done for providing a home for his sister. But after last night’s argument with Judith Margaret knew that her grip on Judith’s loyalty was slipping. She suggested out of nowhere that they report the almost rape situation that took place in her home some nights ago. Of course Margaret had immediately said no, she didn’t want Ben or anyone else to ever find out. Judith who was scared of going back home to her parents had swallowed her request for the 3rd time since that evening.

She was being watched by Margaret. Whenever she picked up her phone to make a call, she appears out from nowhere, scared, asking about her comfort as if she didn’t know that she neither wanted to be in the same room with her or in this situation at all. The room reminded her of what could have happened that night. She wondered which was worse, being raped and being able to call for an outside help, or being almost raped, unable to get help, and trapped in the same house where you're slowly losing your sanity. 

Judith was angry. At herself and most especially at her brother. He never called. He never hit the doorbell or knocked on the door. He didn’t know what had happened to her. He might never know. Left up to Margaret, Ben would never know.

But this evening, he came with a gift bag. He said he couldn’t stay for long because he had work to complete, but he hoped she was enjoying her stay. Margaret had just finished prepping for dinner. She’d convinced her brother to stay for a quick bite. There was no doubt that Margaret could throw down in the kitchen but she was evil!

Judith wanted to scream. They were smiling at her and enjoying their meal. Margaret was enjoying her five seconds of fame with her brother. Neglect was what she felt. Hurt was what she was. She dropped her spoon heavily on her marble plate in annoyance and stormed out. “Fools,” she said under her breath. “What’s wrong with her?” Ben asked, his eyes following his sister she raced out of his sight.

Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. She'll be fine. You should stop by more often, to come see us, I mean Judith.” Margaret played it off with ease. Ben decided it was time to call it a night. After thanking Margaret for dinner, he left. That hadn’t been Margaret plan for the night, she’d hope she could get Ben to watch a movie with her and maybe stay for a glass of wine. This was their only chance to be alone away from work and Judith had sabotaged her plans. She was exploding with anger over the ruined evening. There was only one thing left to do. She picked up her cellphone and called Emeka. She knew Juliet was a strong headed girl, but the one thing she’d grown to fear was him.

          Remembering her brother had come in with a gift bag, Judith picked herself an hour later from her bed. She wiped her tears filled face and came out of room to retrieve the bag. Upon entering the living room, the man sitting and eating in the dining room was no longer her brother. She slowly backed away when she noticed who it was. He waved at her with his spoon, “Hello Judith.” He said and that corny smile remained on his face even as he continued eating.


  1. Nice one can't wait for the next chapter. Welcome back Peace.

  2. Another chapter will be posted today. Just getting around editing.


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