My Sexcapedes Episode 19

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My brother was very happy when I told him I was taking Lucy home. He would have gone with us but because of too tight an engagement he couldn’t. So he gave me money for our flight and other expenses at home.

I appreciated him a lot for always having me at heart. Jude, my brother, was one of a kind. He has been very supportive. I really don’t deserve his kind gesture. Because I stabbed him in the back. I have sinned against him. I have betrayed him. My conscience kept judging me every now and then. But I have to keep everything a secret and carry my cross all alone.

We traveled home by road instead of by air. Lucy was even the one that advised me against taking a flight considering how outrageous the money was. She suggested we go by road and use the remaining change to solve other problems. I saw reason with her. So I decided to go with her idea.

I made a reservation for two seats via a public transport bus. We left Lagos very early in the morning down to the East.

As God may have it, our journey was successful. We got home safe and sound. My mother welcomed us and served us food. We ate to our satisfaction. My father went out but would be back.

Something was wrong. I noticed it. The countenance on my mother’s face was odd. Even the way she welcomed us was not the way she used to welcome me, not to talk of now that I came home with a wife she has been pestering me to bring. Her smiles were all pretense. I know my mother very well — I could tell when she was happy and when she was not happy. And certainly, she was not happy seeing Lucy.

‘Mama, what’s the problem?’,I asked when I visited her in her room.

‘Who’s she, I mean the woman you came with?’, she asked.

‘Oh, she is the chosen person’.

‘I hope that’s not Lucy, the w|tch? If she’s the one, better take her back to where you brought her from’, she yelled.

‘I don’t understand. What do you mean by w|tch?’, I had to ask amid confusion.

‘Oh, you think we don’t know? We know everything that’s happening in Lagos. We know that Lucy is nothing but a w|tch. You are not marrying her o.’ My mother said with opt seriousness.

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‘Mama, I don’t know what you are talking about. Please Lucy is not a w|tch. I don’t know who’s feeding you with that nonsens|e. But just know that those lies are coming from a pit of hell.’ I protested.

‘How will you know, whereas she has bew|tched you not to think straight or see clearly again. You better take her back to where you brought her from’, she added.

‘Mama, I have brought home who I want to marry. So let papa come back and see her too. I don’t know what you are talking about.’ I said and left her room to go meet Lucy in my room.

I came and met Lucy very much worried and uncomfortable in my room. She was already having the feeling that something was wrong.

‘Baby, what happened? You mother doesn’t like me, abi?’, she asked.

I was speechless. I kept silent, staring at her confused.

‘It’s fine. She likes you. Everything is fine’, I had to lie.

‘I don’t need a prophet to tell me that your mother doesn’t like me.’ She worridly said. ‘Baby, are mine not likable? Why your mother doesn’t like me?’, she asked with tears.

‘Who told you that my mother doesn’t like you?’, I asked while hugging her.

‘Her reactions and countenance said it all..’ she said, sobbing.

‘Her younger sister had an accident today and was rushed to the hospital. So she’s not finding it easy both physically and emotionally’. I had to lie again.

‘Baby, are you sure or you are just lying to me?’.

‘That’s what she’s telling me inside just now. I am very weak as well.’ I paused ‘Just clean your tears’, I said, deeped hand into my Jeans back pocket, brought out a handkerchief and gave it to her.

‘I am sorry. I hope she’s going to be alright?’, she said while standing up from the bed.

‘She will. But where are you going?’, I asked.

‘Let me go and sympathize with her na’, she replied.

‘Don’t worry. She’s not in the right mood for that now. Just let her be.’ I had to lie again.

‘Are you sure?’.

‘Yea’.

‘At her state now, she needs someone around her. Let me go and be with her’, she said.

‘Baby come back here and be with me. Leave that old woman. She wants to be alone’, I said to her.

She retreated back very uncomfortable. She really wanted to sympathize with the old woman. She wanted to encourage the old woman. She wanted to go and bring peace into the mind of the old woman. She wanted to go give her hope and as well assure her that her sister would be okay.

‘How do I handle this situation? How do I keep this away from her? Lucy doesn’t deserve this. How I wish my father would give us his blessing..’, I was contemplating.

Amidst the contemplation, my mother called informing me that my father was home.

We had to go to the sitting room to greet my father. Before we could even reach there, they were already waiting for us. When I saw my father’s long face alone, I knew he was up for his own trouble. We greeted him and he beckoned us to have seats.

‘Steven, who did they say you brought into my house?’, he asked. He was speaking Igbo.

‘She’s the woman I want to marry’, I replied, having known what he had in mind.

‘Nne, how are you?’, my father asked Lucy.

‘I am fine, sir,’ she replied.

‘What’s your name?’.

‘I am Lucy Adeyemi’.

‘Where are you from?.’

‘I am from Ibadan.’

‘Onye ofe mmanu? A Yoruba?’, he asked.

‘Yes. My father is a Yoruba while my mother is Igbo Delta’.

‘Okay. You are welcome.’

‘Thank you papa’.

My father kept quiet while my mother was busy murmuring In Igbo.

‘Take her inside your room and come let’s talk’, he instructed me in Igbo language after a while.

I took Lucy inside. I know what my father was up to. I know he doesn’t want to explode In Lucy’s presence. That was why he had to pretend. I had to excuse Lucy to come answer my parents who were still waiting for me in the sitting room.

‘Steven you want to marry onye ofe mmanu(a Yoruba), ehn? It will not happen..’ my mother was yelling.

‘Woman enough!’, my father interrupted. ‘Steven, you cannot marry that lady. She’s evil. We have heard a lot about her..’

‘You have heard a lot from who?’, I had to interrupt him.

‘Telling you who told us is not necessary. What matters now is that she’s a w|tch. Besides, you cannot marry onye ofe mmanu(a Yoruba)’, my mother said.

‘Mama, Lucy is not a w|tch. Stop that false accusation of yours.’

‘My son, It’s very obvious that you are not yourself. She must have bew|tched you. But hear me clear and loud: you are not going to marry her,’ my father said.

‘Nobody bew|tched me. I am very much myself. I am going to marry her’, I made it clear to them.

‘It’s not your fault. You are under the influence of magic powers.’ My mother was yelling.’She has not entered into the familyhood yet but she has already created an enmity between you and brother’s wife, Susan.’ She paused. ‘Steven my son, I will get you a wife. A very good wife for you. But as for that w|cht, you will never marry her’, she said.

‘Look, nobody will stop me from marrying Lucy..’

‘You said what?.’ My father interrupted me, angrily.

‘Papa, mama, nobody is going to stop me from marrying Lu..’

Before I could finish my statement, my father landed a very dirty and hot slap on me. But the slap and attack didn’t stop me from making it clear to them that I must marry Lucy.

In fact, I left the house that night with Lucy. We slept in a hotel before leaving for Lagos the following morning.

That night I called my brother and explained everything to him. He sent me money for flight tickets. That we should be coming back to Lagos immediately.

Our journey back to Lagos was full of anger and pains. I regret ever knowing Susan. Because she must be the person behind the whole thing. She must be the one that has poisoned my parents’ mind towards Lucy.

To Be Continued…

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