VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 5
Come back here Brenda!
I swear, this house can not contain the two of us. She threatened.
I locked myself in the room without uttering a word again.
Days pas-sed and Nhyira kept roaring like a lion until Abr@m returned from his trip.
Brenda, what is happening between you and my wife? I see enmity beyond measure between you both, but when I ask her, she says nothing. I’ve trusted you from day one, and I know I can still trust you, so plea-se, talk to me. Abr@m worriedly inquired.
Abr@m, I don’t even know where to start from, but the only thing I can tell you is that, maturity is not plain words, it is modified words in a plain language.
No one acts guilty, unless he or she is indeed guilty.
Nhyira’s actions are communicating a lot, and I don’t nee-d you to act blind to it. Thank God she is not yet your wife, be a man and know what exactly you are getting your life into. I responded.
Brenda, you’ve ended up confusing me, what at all is it? plea-se confine in me. He pleaded.
Before we could blink, Nhyira c@m£ into the scene.
What in God’s name are you two doing here?
Brenda, so you have decided to take my husband from me right? You are such a cheap who-re! She insulted.
Nhyira, get this straight! Whatever belongs to you, can never be taken away! The moment you get scared of loosing what you claim is yours, it means you’ve lost security. And the only reason why someone will loose security and focus, is when the person is as guilty as sin. Think throu-gh this, and thank me later. I responded.
The both of you are getting me confused! What at all is this? Abr@m screamed in worry.
You will remain confused Abr@m. Until this bit-ch leaves this house, you won’t have your peace! Nhyira responded disrespectfully.
Well Nhyira, just so you know, I have bought the forms we talked about the last time, and fortunately, I’ve gained admission to study law to ensure justice in this country.
The happy p@rt is that, this bit-ch you see here, will leave this house in no time, for a lady like you, who has two matrimonial be-ds in two different homes to occu-py. I responded and walked out on them.
Brenda! What is the meaning of that? Talk to me! Brenda! Abr@m called.
Abr@m, why are you calming her instead of me? Why? Nhyira acted.
Cut the pretence Nhyira! You heard what she just said, and I nee-d an explanation to that. Abr@m responded angrily.
They both quarrelled but I stayed in my room without intervening.
Two days later, things were calm, and everything returned to normal in the house.
I officially informed Abr@m about my leaving the house.
Abr@m, thanks so much for accommod@t!ngme throu-ghout this period, I am so grateful, but for now, it is time to go out there and pursue my dream.
The dream of speaking for the poor who are in nee-d. I narrated.
Hmmmm Brenda, I am dumbfounded, but plea-se, take good care of yourself as you go out there.
And my question is, how will you pay for the fees, since you don’t nee-d anyone’s help? He asked.
Abr@m, I’ve saved money from your employment, and I promise to find myself some petty job to support myself whiles in school. I responded.
That’s alright, but how many days more do you have to spend with us? He asked.
I have eight more days. I responded.
That’s alright Brenda, I will be travelling tomorrow, and will be back in three days, plea-se, take good care of yourself and Nhyira for me. He said.
Indeed, the next day, Abr@m travelled, and Nhyira ha-rd ly stayed in the house. I gave a blind eye to her to avoid problems.
Abr@m returned early morning on the eighth day, instead of the third.
Welcome Abr@m, you so much delayed. I stated.
Anyway, I’ve packed up my things alre-ady, and now that you are here, I will like to take my leave. I added.
No Brenda, I nee-d to have a word with you and my wife in the sitting room right now! He responded with a frownued face.
God, what is it? I thought worriedly.
To be continued…
VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 6
God, what is it? I thought worriedly.
I hurriedly followed him to the sitting room.
Abr@m why are you wearing this face? Why in God’s name should you return from a business trip in anger? Nhyira asked.
Sit down the two of you! I nee-d your audience. Abr@m responded angrily and we both sat down waiting to hear what it is.
In the first place, I thank God Almighty for this day, and I thank you so much Brenda for being there always to save my life. And to you Nhyira, I thank you so much for ma-king me realize that, life is not as smooth as we all see it. Abr@m said.
Brenda always asked me to be a man. Not only a man who will work to get money and marry, but a man who will explore what life truly entails. He continued.
I have been wondering for so long why the sudden hatred between the two of you, until something dawned on me that, darkness despise light, and for that matter, cannot live in harmony.
And my question was “who is the light, and who is the darkness?” Well, let me explore as a man. I thought.
I traveled for eight days, to stay away from any distractions to enable me get a peaceful answer to my question. Abr@m added.
Of course Brenda is the darkness in our lives! Nhyira cut in loudly.
No Nhyira, you are the darkness! Abr@m responded bluntly.
What! Abr@m, I’m highly disappointed in you! How can you be this weak? How could you allow this cheap slot come between us? Why? Nhyira responded almost in tears.
I still looked on calmly without knowing what to think nor say.
Abr@m continued.
No Nhyira, Brenda is out of this context!
Even if she had told me, I wouldn’t have believed her.
After all these years of sacrificing my life for you?
After all these years of fighting the rich and the strong for you?
Nhyira, after telling me you were visiting your mother in the village, you rather traveled to the City to sleep with the president’s son?
That should have even ended there, you still went ahead to sleep with Joshua in the shop after all the workers had closed?
And to t©p up with the pain, you went ahead to sleep with Kobby, our customer?
Nhyira why? Where did I go wrong for loving you?
Where did I go wrong for taking care of you and your mother after you lost your father? Abr@m broke down in tears.
This is a set up Abr@m! What evidence do you have? What?
Oh, you have money now so you want to jilt me for an literate right? Nhyira bantered angrily.
Abr@m plea-se calm down, st©p the tears and tell me your source of these allegations. I cut in.
Brenda, if you call these allegations, I will be disappointed in you, because you know about Nhyira’s infidel attitude.
Before I traveled, I received a parcel from the post office. When I opened it, it contained a compact disk and a note which re-ad “I am the son of the president, I don’t chase things, things rather run after me. This CD is the proof of my vibes.”
I fearfully slotted the CD in my l@pt©p and there la-id my Nhyira in be-d with another man whose face was edited.
The man was fv¢king Nhyira left right center.
Brenda, that was when I realised, there was more to Nhyira’s attitude.
I employed someone to monitor her movements and as well connected a CCTV in the shop. When I returned from my planned trip, I went straight to the shop to take the tape, only to realise that, it captured Nhyira and Joshua, my errands boy, ma-king crazy love in the shop after all of you had closed.
I called the person I hired, and he also brou-ght an evidence of Nhyira and Kobby, ma-king love.
Brenda, if you doubt me, these are the videos. Abr@m said and started showing the videos on his l@pt©p.
Nhyira screamed in pain when she saw the evidence.
Oh Abr@m! It was the devil! I am sorry, plea-se forgive me! Abr@m forgive me! Nhyira pleaded in tears.
Nhyira, you have caused me more pain than you think.
I trusted and loved you more than myself. Abr@m responded in tears too.
Abr@m I’m sorry, it isn’t my fault. I began having S-x with men at an early stage in my life.
My biological father used to sleep with me, so was my step brother.
Abr@m, at an early stage in my life, I was slee-ping with two men at the same time. plea-se have mercy on me and help me change. She pleaded in tears.
Before I could think further, tears started spewing from my eyes.
What a life! slee-ping with your own father and brother? Eeeeeiiiii!
To be continued…