THE CHORISTER’S TRAVAIL

Sister Ngozi walked in majestically unaware of the hateful eyes staring at her, all wishing they could be as beautiful, elegant and graceful as she was….she had such a good voice that could melt the heart of whoever cared to listen to her, that explains why she was given the solo lead for every song we sang.Her passion for serving God was seen in her dedication, still unmarried she looked unperturbed. I made her my mentor, since I was still growing in the singing ministry, she was always willing to help and would tap me on my shoulders when I was trying to jump into the off-key zone. But one thing I noticed about her was that she was very secretive, atimes I felt our friendship meant nothing to her, she practically knew everything about me but I barely knew where she was living or who her relatives were…..she was always the last to leave rehearsals, so I barely had time to discuss with her…since I had to rush home because I lived quite far.


She turned down so many suitors, even from the choir…there was a rumor going about one time that even our Choir master, Brother Kelvin asked her to marry him but she refused. Like seriously who in their right state of mind would want to turn down his proposal? He was handsome, god fearing and above all could sing! A lot of females wanted him for themselves but he only had eyes for Sister Ngozi, this made her get a lot of haters and admirers all the same, but she barely noticed.

I got tired of her not seeing me worthy enough to give me details about her personal life, so I decided to meddle in even without invitation or permission. One fateful day, I stayed behind while everyone left and I hid behind the church bookshop and waited for sister Ngozi to come out, she eventually came out after a long time. I slowly followed her, thankfully her destination was close by so I didn’t have to trek for a long time, she finally stopped at a gate and knocked….a little boy about the age of 6 came to open the gate and with a cheerful face he screamed “Mummy has come back! What did you buy for me and Ebere?” He said jumping up and down 

She laughed and said “Let’s go in first sweetheart, and I’ll give you what I bought. Hope grandma took good care of you and my little princess?” She said closing the gate behind her.

I stood far afar off, watching this drama unfolded before me….I needed more answers, so I walked slowly to the gate and knocked…..

All I saw was a person confused, full of secrets, regrets and hatred right in front of me as the gate opened.  
PS: This is a fictional story ❀️

HAPPY NEVER AFTER

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My world seemed like it was spinning, I could hear the thumping of my heart….tongue tied and confused with the receiver still in my hand.
“Hello? Hello? Miss Amanda are you still there?” the voice at the other end said
“Ye….ss” I muttered, choking on the tears that was trying to force itself out
“Please we need you to come to the station and identify the body of your fiancee”

Jide and I met during our secondary school days, although he was my senior and ahead of me with a class. We got started on a wrong foot after I stood up to him for punishing my best friend Zainab unjustly, he resented me from that day and tried to make me miserable but it was a failed attempt. After, he graduated… I was elated that my worst nightmare had come to an end, little did I know that fate has a way of bringing two sworn enemies together. We bumped into each other in the university while on my way to lectures.
“Look who we have here” he said with that sarcastic tone in his voice I detested so much
He had become so handsome over the years, I couldn’t help but stare and lust…….this was the beginning of our journey.
Jide hardly gave me breathing space, he would always wait for me after every lecture and taunt me till I got to my hostel….he clearly enjoyed seeing me frustrated. Gradually with time, feelings set in and our relationship was envied by close friends and associates on the campus.  We planned that as soon we both graduate and serve, we would get married, this was our plan until a week to our marriage, I got a call from a nearby police station informing me that there was an accident and everyone lost their life including Jide. The worst part was that the two cars that clashed got engulfed in fire at the same time, the victims were burnt but according to the informant, Jide’s body wasn’t burnt beyond recognition, so I was called to come and identify the body before they take it to the mortuary.
Body trembling… I felt sore, I didn’t feel like traveling  so I got a cab to take me to the police station. On getting there, I demanded to see Jide’s body, his corpse was unraveled but it wasn’t Jide….

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Dead Secret

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PHOTO CREDIT: Kiran Kumar

“You’ll never raise a bastard in my house, go and look forΒ  it’s father,” my father said.
“You are a disgrace! How do I face my fellow women?” my mum sobbed.

Staring into space, not a single tear drop, eyes fixed at my parents, a hoarse laughter erupted from my lips. My parents looked at me, shocked. But I couldn’t care less of what was on their minds.

My baby bump was slowly rising, clothes became tighter. The stares I received from friends and relatives became hostile as the days went by. I still didn’t care. Moroever I was the one who knew the real truth about my pregnancy.

“Babe, you need to tell me the truth, how did you get pregnant all of a sudden?” My only friend asked.
I stared at her like she was the one responsible for my pregnancy but she didn’t flinch. She gave me that look of ‘I’m not going anywhere till you tell me the truth.’

Nightmares were my only companions at night. I grew pale gradually yet my parents paid no attention to me, I couldn’t blame them. I had hurt them in so many ways. I clearly understood their anger.

With the last strength in me, I pushed my baby girl into this world She was so beautiful but looked so fragile, the doctor gave me my baby after cleaning her up. Weakly I whispered to her, “your father is your grandfather,” and took my last breathe.

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Thanks to Jay Jay for helping me with the pictures and also editing this post, I’m grateful. He’s also a great writer as well, click on his name and view his blog 😘