I am used to
Firesola’s questions. Most of them are beyond the mind of a child, but I have
learned never to ignore her questions. They often look like they come from the
gift of the Spirit- word of knowledge or word of wisdom. It has saved me many
times, so I knew Seun would either soon call me or she was the one that called
the previous night. I didn’t pay Firesola’s question plenty attention in her
presence. I got to work before I examined the number that called me. I called
the number, but it was switched off. I knew Firesola will ask me again so I
said a silent prayer; ‘God save Seun and make her call me again’. It was as if
the heavens were waiting for that prayer because a text message entered my
phone immediately I finished saying the prayer.
‘Come and take
me home. I want to come home’. I replied; ‘where are you?’ I got an address. I
believe this must be Seun. I forwarded the address to two friends and told them
that if they didn’t hear from me in the next 2 hours, they should come to that
address with the police. Could this be the end of the trouble in my marriage? I
was excited at the thought of hope materializing. Google map helped me to
locate the address. It is a bungalow with a very tall fence. How do I get
inside? I tried contacting the number, but I didn’t get a reply again. Who will
I say I am looking for? What if it’s not Seun? This could be a set up to even
kidnap or rob me. I said a word of prayer and moved towards the gate of the
building.
The gate was
opened, but nobody answered my knocks. I entered the compound hoping I won’t
meet a German shepherd. The house is built like a small palace. Magnificent! ‘Good
morning’ kept on coming out my mouth to show that I am not a thief, but a
visitor in case someone finds me. I was becoming scared when no one answered my
calls. What is this place? Does anyone live here? I entered the building and
kept moving till I started hearing someone sobbing softly. I gently opened the
door of the room. It was a large room. I found Seun on her knees, bound hands
and foot, with a tapper on her mouth. A guy sat on a chair close to her. He
held a cigar between his left fingers and his right hand firmly held a gun!
I recognized
him. This is the man that snatched me wife from me. He smiled when I walked
into the room. ‘This is true love’, he said. ‘I have been waiting for this day
I will waste her in front of you. Your wife thinks she can leave me. After all
I have done for her. Took her career to the highest point where you could not
get her to. Gave her every single thing she requested and now, she wants to
leave! She wants to eat her cake and still have it! She cannot ridicule me and
get away with it. Today is the last day I will take insult from her.’ His voice
sounded like a wounded lion. I saw white powder on the stool beside him. It
must be hard drugs.
He told me how
she lied about going to UK for 6 months because she wanted to get away with
him. He also shared many sexual escapades they had. I knew what he was doing.
He wanted me to hate Seun, so he smeared her before me. All the while, I fixed
my eyes on Seun. Her face had been bruised. Oh dear! I concentrated my thoughts
at how much I will always love her. I won’t allow this man to make me hate my
wife. I’m not giving up when I have come this close already. He pointed the gun
at Seun and said ‘go to hell!’, but I interrupted him by pleading. He was
shocked that I could plead. He looked at me and said ‘this woman left you for
over two years with a 9 months old baby and you’re here pleading for her life?’
I managed to
move in between him and Seun. I don’t want Seun to be hurt. His gun was now
pointing at me. I have never been in close contact with a gun this much. I
pleaded to allow her to go since he had already beaten her. I said she has
learned her lesson. He was resolute. He asked me to move away, but I insisted
that my wife will not be hurt in my presence. The fact that I still called her
my wife amazed him. He said she is not worthy of been called my wife any
longer. She has dragged my love in the mud.
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