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Vain Gain

Ben, filled with so many regrets, dragged his feet to the door. His index finger worked on his chest, on the  brownish stain on his navy blue robe and wondering why on earth he now lived alone, why his family weren’t there and why everywhere was ghostly quiet in that house, as if he just w oke up to reality.

He had lived without his family for one year, but it always seemed like he lost them yesterday. Its hard to move on. It’s just hard.

He reached for the door handle, stared at it for a while, opened the door a little and peeked into the street.

As he searched for the delivery man with neck turning left right and left, with eyes squinted against sun rays, he saw the group of onlookers gawking at posters leaning on  metal poles.What could it be they were looking at?  He pulled his head back inside the house and peeped through the window at the man hastening towards his door.

‘Mr Oy!’ The man called. ‘Come out here and see this for yourself.’

Ben glared at his robe and ran upstairs, changed into something better and joined the group outside.

He gawked at the posters. What were his photographs doing on them? What the…! He whispered as his eyes sped through the letters.

There, glaring back at him, were his secrets.

Who was out to destroy him? Joy? Janice? They were the only ones he told

Ben hurried up through the tickled readers and yanked the posters off the four tree trunks, and wished someone exploded with  idiocy.

It must be Janice. Joy would never hurt him.

What else did Janice want? She was supposed to move on after destroying his marriage and ruining his life.

Six years ago, Janice was the woman for Ben; the one he wanted from the bottom of his heart to spend the rest of his life with.

And whenever she said amidst laughter ‘One day, you will wake up to my absence’, Ben had always thought it was one of her jokes. She would never leave him.

But she did. When he needed her most.

His asthma had hit hard and he was critically ill at the hospital. She was to take care of him but she did not show up at the hospital and never showed up again. He never saw her until after he got married to Joy. Joy was the pretty nurse who took care of him at the hospital and captured his heart. But Janice would always be prettier and lovelier.

Thats why The day his wife put to bed and was still at the hospital, she stood at the door with tears in her eyes. She was sorry. She could bear seeing him in his condition. It pierced her heart to see him in pain.

Something awakened in him and forced him to reach for her hand and let her in.

Few months later, he returned from work  and saw her at the dinner table silently eating dinner with his family. Instinct told him to run but it was too late.

‘Janice here wants to have a word with you, honey. I’ll leave you both to talk. I’ll join you when you’re done.’

What wife would leave his husband alone with such a pretty woman? But his wife trusted him that much. He stared at her back as she carried baby Fortune on her shoulder and walked into the room without glancing back.

‘!Why are you here?’ He whispered

‘!Ben. I’m pregnant with our baby!’

‘How! Why!’

She got up and walked to the door. He was scared…scared his wife would find out and leave.

His wife walked back to the dinner table and stared into his eyes.

‘Why was she here?’ He heard the question but could not answer, and was relieved when she  did mot say anything further. But he was afraid of what would follow that visit.

A week passed and nothing happened.

Then two weeks later, on Sunday, he was before his computer and his wife in the kitchen when a knock came on the door. He glared at it and hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking.

It was! It was her. With a big  bag laden with God-knows-what.

She left the bag and walked past him into the house.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked. Her hand glided to her shoulder and she whispered into his ears,

‘Our baby needs you.’

‘Janice, listen up, if you know what is good for you, go and do something about that baby! I’m warning you. Stop it! I’m happily married. Dont spoil…’

His wife walked into the sitting room. Glared at them for a while before picking baby who was crying in baby stretcher.

‘What is she doing here…with a travelling bag?’

‘Ask this shameless woman! She is just like every other girl in the street looking for the owner of a child growing in their wombs!’ He said and regretted saying that. For Janice stood up, went to the door and dragged her bag into the second bedroom. They both stared at her without words.

His wife handed him the baby and walked to the door and knocked…was she not  supposed to kick the door open, burst into the room angrily and drag Janice out of the house? Why was she so soft with her.

She opened the door for her. She stared hard at him before closing the door. He did not hear them shouting.. he wished they did. As he  placed his ear at the door and listened, he heard his wife’s sob. What? Then the door snapped open and she picked their girl from him, ran into their room. He rushed after her. He met her sitting in the rock-star with Fortune on her bosom.

‘She’ s pregnant with your child!’ When he did not say anything she said, ‘ You cheated on me with your ex!’

‘Joy, I’m sorry for this. I’ll make sure she left.’

‘Tell that to yourself because I’ve called my sister to pick me up. She will be here any minute.’

‘No, Joy! Honey, you’re my wife. You can’t do this. Fight for your right!’

‘Leave this room, Ben, before I lose my cool! Leave!! This minute!!!’ And he left. Hurried to Janice and dragged her bag out of the house and pushed her out of the house. But Janice was a hard nut to crack.  Before he knew it, his sister-in-law was already there in front of the house. And without a word to him picked Joy, screeched her tires on the driveway and zoomed off.

Joy left him. He did not feel good about it. He couldn’t have. She and Fortune were the  best things that have happened to him.

But when Janice turned into an angel and made him feel greater than he had ever felt, he felt that losing them was sort of blessing. Little did he know that he was being fattened for the slaughter.

They got married…he and Janice after three months.

Two years later, he found out she was having an affair with his boss at the office. It came as a surprise. How did they meet?

It was too much to bear! And he did walk into his boss’s office and punched him in the face for shamelessly admitting to have slept with her even though he was sorry.

Janice was sorry too. But that did not stop him from serving her a divorce letter and didn’t mind when she took their child with her…after all, he needed a paternity test.

In the midst of all the turmoil, he began to feel this wired desire to be all by himself, isolated. This feeling cost him his job and now he was a depressed as hell.

Two weeks later, a knock came on the door. He refuced to open it.

But he jumped to his feet when Joy called his name. His daughter wanted to see him. Ben knelt down and hugged his girl.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry!’

Florence Ezekafor

Love and a Cup of Coffee Taste Better When Hot – Ethiopian Proverb

When people fall in love, they are ready to do anything for love; jump off the cliff, sleep on stones, freeze in icy weather, swim to the end of an ocean and jump into the blazing furnace. But how many survive the test of time? Only a few.

Romeo and Juliet’s love was a kind of hot, fresh love. They were in love for only four days before they met their death. That’s what I call hot love. And it’s a kind of foolish, thoughtless love. This kind of love does not allow any level of reasoning to manifest itself. It stiffens the mind and prevents it from thinking about consequences or future complications.

If Romeo and Juliet lived older, they might not love each other enough to die. Fresh love is always sweet love, pleasant love.

That’s where most lovers want to remain. But it’s hard.

It’s hard to keep love in its fresh or hot state. Circumstances surrounding life and individual complications make it more difficult.

As time passes, those who walked hand in hand in their kitchen and bathrooms vow to give up an eye to be free from each other. Separation; gives them the space they needed to be able to remain sane as a couple when divorce isn’t an option.

But this kind of love is always the fake kind of love, love built on what the eyes can see which even the things that eyes can see hardly sustain. Love built on beauty, sex and money is the worst kind of love. It melts like wax and evaporates into nothingness within a short period.

But there is a kind of love that doesn’t grow cold no matter what it’s exposed to. Yes! There are couples whose relationships are old but still feel like yesterday.

When people fall in love for the right reasons, love grows deeper and hotter. They are ready to sacrifice for each other, endure for each other and use anything in their power to renew their love each day. They respect each other’s feelings and do not rely on their feelings to make it work. For love should go beyond what we feel. If we rely on feelings to keep love alive, love dies off when whatever we feel fades away.

Real Lovebirds

Righteous pair; set on a
lifeless branch of a dry
tree, hidden behind the dusk
rushing to embrace the
night, when none see, saved
from bright revealing light.

United pair; secured under
the canvas of the evening
sky, illumined by the orange
sun disappearing into the
horizon, to flee from the
claws of the scary menacing
night.

Faithful pair; no third nor
more in view, to steal the
lovely romantic moment for
two, chanting sweet songs of
love to send beautiful
sensation around, and still
every fight.

Friendly pair; happily
wrapped in the sweet arms of
friendship, at home in each
other's company, ready to
care, support and tolerate,
and bring tears to
inspecting sense of sight.

Lovely pair; I can’t help but
wonder if you’ll ever break
each other’s hearts. But as
one beak reaches for
another, I see right there
in your eyes and the rare
thing you share, real love
is might.

Fix My Eyes

The world around felt cold and lonely as the wave rolled up, crashed against the shore and swept grit off his feet. His shirt and shorts flapped in all directions while he stood akimbo and stared at the horizon and did not care if the wave washed him into the deep. 

He blamed the beach and women in his mind for what happened between him and his fiancée, now his ex- It’s hard to think she had gone by his weakness. 

Two weeks ago, their shadows had grown to their actual length under the golden sun as their feet burrowed the loose sand along the coast, lost in each other’s company, fascinated by the romantic beach; the sand was clean and near golden, and the cool breeze made the leaves of the many coconut trees in its vicinity flutter to his pleasure. Voices sounded like symphonies, and lovely women were everywhere.  

He had cringed when her arms clasped his body In a possessive way, forcing him to suck in his stomach so she could wrap them around his rotund trunk, and lock him in with her index fingers. 

He knew why she did that, she needed to save him from a head-turner, who walked as if she drifted towards them. She was more than pretty. 

Even though he sensed his fiancée’s countenance screaming; ‘He is my man, so, back off!’ he went ahead and said,

‘I think I have seen that girl somewhere. Can’t remember where.’ Her eyes had gone up to the sky as if she did not hear him.

   ‘Can you see that?’ she  pointed at the sky like a little girl, ‘The sky is as blue as the ocean!’  That sounded like fascinating scenery, but he was already a mess – hooked by the sight of the young lady before them.

 His eyes had followed her as she passed them and even though she did not return his smile, she did well to hypnotise him. That’s why he got carried away by her silk hair, which danced mirthfully in the ocean breeze, and every other thing, including her ankle-length silk skirt. 

His fiancée might have caught the sight of his drool, for she pulled off her engagement ring without a buzz. The gorgeous ring hit the back of his head, bounced off and hit the sand beside a boy who admired his sandcastle. 

His belly had heaved as he jerked back to sensibility. But when he turned, he saw her prancing away like a bruised snake. 

   ‘What a volatile emotion this girl has! ’ he whispered to the ocean when he managed to come out of his head. ‘She pulled a diamond ring off her finger as if it’s made of cheap wood,’ he glided his head from side to side and strode to the raffia beach stretcher and as usual waited for a miracle even though she made it clear to him that she had moved on, with a serious man.

He had always thought that the charm of a man was tied to his riches. In other words, a rich man was always got what he wanted with his money. If this was true, why then was he still single? ‘Why did she leave me?’ He repeated the question to the hearing of his driver. His driver looked over his shoulder and did not try to answer. He too did not know. 

At  2: 55 am, he rolled from one side of his luxury bed to another and smothered the pillow pinned down on his chest with his fleshy arms, the thought of how to start afresh hunt for a young lady to make his wife was about to kill him. When he knelt and asked God to help him, he also promised to close his eyes against pretty women if he would ever look beyond his shortcomings and get him married.

 Afterwards, he lay awake and wondered if he could fulfil his promise to God. But a tiny voice crept into his mind and he heard what it said vividly, You know your problem. You know what the solution is.

That’s right. If he could only go blind–.

‘Fix my eyes,’ he whispered.


Maimed

Fiez

Inspired Sunday #7

“Imagine the wife of Jonah having to listen to Jonah”s story about being swallowed by a fish in the ocean, living in it’s belly for three days and being vomitted out.”

Could you imagine the expression on her face while listening to Jonah’s “blatant lie”?

Her thoughts should be: Where did he spend those three days? Who was he with? No, no, this man can lie! Who got swallowed by a fish and survived in it’s belly for three days? Who got vomitted by a fish after being swallowed?

How she should react: “What am I, dumb? Spill it, Mr!”

Presumably, she believed him in spite of the obvious.

She could have believed him because Jonah never cheated on her or lied to her..

What if Jonah wasn’t a faithful man?

She should have trusted him still because she didn’t know the truth to the “lie”.

That’s how far one should go to trust his or her spouse.

Have a blessed week ahead.❤