TISHA RETURNS

Tisha Returns1CHAPTER 8 – WHAT STUBBORNNESS

 

Like all first days at school, the students are wild and it’s not possible to hold any classes. I am not in a position to, anyway. Ajao is nowhere in sight, and I take that as a good thing.
All the teachers welcome me back and to my shock, no one mentions the dreadful events of the last year. The four youth corpers probably never existed, and Toro must have been a fluke.
I get an opportunity to speak with Jang, who seem to be the only residue of my past in this place. While students are organized to cut grass and clean up the debris left over the holiday period, I grab Jang.
“You’re the only one left. What of Fortuna and Kenny?”
Jang shrugs. “They never came back. I don’t know what happened to them.”
Such indifference from someone we ate and drank together. “I’m afraid to call Toro. I don’t know if she made it.”
“She did.” He cracked a bone in his neck. “I thought you won’t return.”
“The school I was sent to in Lagos—well, I feel I owe Steve. At least to get justice.”
“You’re on your own.” He walks briskly toward a boy cutting grass. “Finish up here, all of you. Or you think we have forever?”
I head back to the staff room. This will be a long ride, the way I see it. That’s if Moni is found alive and well. I probably have to go back home with my tongue out, begging to be returned to the other school. I feel so miserable.
Mr. Akande now has a desk in the common staff room. He won’t ever admit but I conclude he’s been demoted. Maybe it’s the bargain against dismissal. I may never know.
I notice Bisi with her friend, Foyeke, Ade’s sister but I look away and pretend she’s not there. Again she affects me in a way I am ashamed of. At the end of the day, I may have to get out of here. Slap me once, shame on you; slap me twice, shame on me.
After school hours, I go in search of Ajao. His father has not seen him all day. I am afraid for what may have happened. Who will I tell my sister disappeared from the same room with me?
I lose appetite and while I roam the streets of Abagboro, I pray over and over again. I can’t even return to the quarters.
At dusk, I decide to go to Ile-Ife and make a report at the police station. It’s a long shot but at least, it will be recorded. It’s a long walk before I will get a bus to take me because the buses only pass through the highway.
I hurry back to my room, and there, stirring something on the stove, is Moni. I nearly faint.
“Moni!”
She turns, and looks so scared. “I got lost.”
My head pounds. I can’t believe my eyes and ears. Relief floods my inner being like a tsunami. I slump against the wall for a moment. Then realization dawns.
“You got lost! Where did you think you were going?”
“Don’t be angry with me!”
My eyes widen. Like, are you for real? “Don’t be angry with you? Do you know how worried I have been? I looked everywhere for you. Right now I’m sure Ajao is still searching for you!”
“Ajao found me in the farms. Thank God.”
“What—do you—can you just—” I sit on the bed and hold my head. Now it’s late to get her to Lagos. It’s close to 6pm already.
“Don’t be angry with me.”
“You know what, you’re going to the church house. You won’t stay here tonight.” I jump to my feet. “What are you cooking? Leave it. Pack. Come and pack.”
“No.”
“What’s the meaning of no?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I said I’m sorry.”
“Sorry! Moni, sorry!” I want to slap her. What kind of attitude is she giving off? I’ve never known her to be this stubborn.
“Yes, sorry. I got lost. How is that my fault?”
“Do you know how dangerous this village is?” I shout at the top of my voice. “Do you know what they can do to you?”
She shouted back. “Then tell me.” She draws in her breath and lowers her voice. “Stop shouting, Bro. Abbey. Your neighbours can hear.”
I shouted louder. “Who cares? I asked you a question!”
She lowers her voice to a mere whisper. “Mr. Akande rapes his daughter. I heard her crying early this morning. Stop shouting.”
Ah, Moni!

 

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SATURDAY ROSE THORNS – RELATIONSHIP ASSIGNMENT 4

300116 resizedMarried samples – Dada and Demide

This couple grew up together in the neighborhood. Dada’s mother always called Demide ‘our wife’ and when they both grew up, continued to push them together.

Illusions: Both believe their marriage can never break since their families are so close together, and their parents have such high expectations from them. Demide believes Dada’s mother will always love her and so guarantee her peace in her marriage. Dada knows Demide listens to her mother and believes her mother will always advise her right.
Expectations: This couple’s expectations are high for a harmonious home.

1. Define your core beliefs about what fantasy is?
2. What do you imagine is a fantasy in your relationship?
3. What are your core expectations in your marriage?
4. Have your fantasies come true? If yes, how many of them? If no, why do you think they have not come true?
5. Are you meeting your expectations? If no, why do you think so?
6. Do you still love your spouse as much as you did the first day you met him/her?
7. What is your impression of a blissful marriage?
8. What are your impressions of a husband’s duties in marriage?
9. What are your impressions of a wife’s duties in marriage?
10. When last did you do something your spouse expects – good or bad? What reaction did you get?

For the married only
11. When last did you make love? How was it?
12. When last did you say, “I love you” to your spouse?
13. When last did you buy a gift for your partner, or give him/her a treat?

FRIDAY CHOCOLATE TREAT: ADA

290116 resizedNot as striking as the woman who stole Iyke’s heart, in my true dream novel, Iyke’s Revenge, this is simply a matter of “beauty in the eye of the beholder.” Besides, Ada made the first move on Iyke so that sort of “reduces” her value, right?
Iyke thought so too.
Ada is rich, stinkingly, and her carefree attitude to men and life in general skilfully hides a woman with a beautiful character and strong convictions.
Her tough façade also conceals a deeply wounded woman seeking love. This sort of woman can make a man truly happy, if only he can decipher.
Ghananian actress Weruche Opia’s pretty pose strikes a chord for a role as Ada.

Weruche Opia

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TISHA RETURNS

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Tisha Returns1CHAPTER 7 – LOST NOT FOUND

 

The following morning, I wake early enough so I can get Moni on a bus to Ile-Ife where she can be on her way to Lagos. Alas, my sister is not in the room. Her bags are still intact and I assume she’s gone to use the bathroom, but after twenty minutes I go to check.
Moni is not in the bathroom.
I look around for her but she’s not anywhere near. My heart thuds. Could Ade have come during the night to take her. I call her number but her phone is switched off. Like one who is deranged, I get dressed and knock on Mr. Akande’s door.
He opens the door after several frantic knocks. “Mr. Abbey?”
“Is my sister here?”
“Haba, did you fight in the night?” He winks.
I could give him a punch. “No. She slept okay.”
He chuckles. “Or she has another friend in town.”
I step back. No use talking to the old fool. It’s after six, and the stream is my next port of call. Young women are there as usual, doing their morning chores, fetching, washing, bathing. I scan the area but my sister is nowhere in sight.
I run to the school and check every classroom, then I head for the square. Could she have been kidnapped by Ade to punish me? What am I going to do?
Tears stream down my face without provocation. Moni is missing. What will I tell my mother? And I saw all the signs. I curse my awful deep sleep. I hadn’t heard a thing.
I head to Ajao’s house. It’s Monday and he doesn’t go to the stream. I meet the boy chopping firewood.
“Tisha, good morning sir.”
“Did my sister come here?”
Ajao straightens. “No.” He frowns. “She did not sleep in the house?”
“She did.” I breath heavily. “Ah, I’m in trouble.”
He wipes sweat off his face. “Don’t worry. Unless she is not in this area. Even up to Ile-Ife, I can find her for you.”
“Ade saw her yesterday—could it be—can he have—”
“Let me finish this wood, and we will go to the palace together.” He chops with speed and accuracy.
When he is done a few minutes later, he takes the wood inside and comes back changed from his work clothes.
“Let’s go. I have a friend in the palace who will tell us if she is there.”
We hurry away. If anything happens to Moni, I am finished. I will never forgive myself. My mother will just kill herself.
Ajao enters the palace through a side gate I never noticed before. “Wait here.”
I pace all the while and speak words of prayer and promises to God. Only let Moni be found.
After what seems like ages, Ajao returns.
“She is not in the palace.”
“Ah, I’m finished.” I burst into tears shamelessly. “What will I tell my mother!”
“Tisha cool down. She cannot just disappear like that.”
“Did your friend in the palace—did he tell you about Ade—did Ade take her anywhere?”
“He is not sure. But Tisha, go to school. I will find your sister.”
“I cannot do anything till I find her.”
“But if you follow us, it will look somehow. Better we search for her. If she was stolen or something, the thief will not suspect us.”
He makes sense. I wipe off my tears like a lonely child. “Okay. But please, let me know as soon as you find her.” The thought occurs to me, even if she is dead, but I’m unable to put such unimaginable grief into words.
I rush back to my room, a part of me hoping to see Moni there but my hope is silently dashed. She is nowhere.
I prepare for school, and gets there just in time for the assembly. To my surprise, the students hail, “Tisha, Tisha!” Till the new principal, a stocky woman with hair on her muscled arms and legs like that of a man, threatened to punish them all.
I sneak away from her view, and stand beside the other teachers, who exchange quiet pleasantries.
After the assembly, I walk to the principal’s office. The secretary greets me warmly.
“You can go in and see her.”
I knock once and enter. Transgender, in this outback? No way but sure hard to believe.
“Ah, Mr. Abbey,” she says in a deep voice. “Mr. Akande told me all about you. Glad to have you back.”
“Thanks, ma.” Though tempted to say sir.
“Have your seat, how may I help you?”
I guess I have my job back. “To welcome you, ma. Since I wasn’t here when you resumed.” I scratch my forehead. Such insincerity. “And to find out if I still have my classes.”
“Of course, you do. How nice of you to come.” She smiles and exposes a huge gap in her front teeth. Definitely, she pulled out a tooth there.
“Thank you, ma.”
“So get back to your class now. Work starts today.”
“Yes ma. Thank you.”
I stumble to my feet, and jet off. Now to finding Ajao and see if he has seen my baby sister.

 

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WEDNESDAY FUN DAY – MY NEW YEAR GIFT

050316 resizedIt’s my birthday tomorrow and as a sign of my appreciation to all my friends, family, followers and readers, and keeping my New Year promise, two of my favorite True Dream novels, IYKE’S REVENGE, and EVEN THE LAWFUL CAPTIVE will be free on my blog.
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TUESDAY ROSE BUSHES – WE HAVE ARRIVED

260116 resizedImmediately the text came in, ‘we are boarding,’ my one hour of fear began. I quickly responded with a string of heartfelt prayers for safe arrival.
I found things to do. I picked my handset and played a boring round of brickbreaker – I was good too. But in this one-hour wait, I lost all my lives after just the second level. Then I tried to ping… no one seemed to be responding. Well, with a full hour to wait, I needed to occupy my mind.
With the recent loss of my childhood friend in the Dana crash, everything had changed. Dana was our family airline. My husband would have been on that flight if there hadn’t been traffic… so…
He has to travel. Every two weeks, he came to visit. That was the family arrangement we had for now. After he got promoted and relocated to head his organization’s branch office in Abuja, a few months before the crash, we had to settle for the biweekly arrangement. I couldn’t move, yet, anyway… Our kids were two girls aged 7, and 9 and the baby of the family, a one-year-old boy.
I checked my wall clock. Only five minutes had passed since the text came in. He’d probably not even taken off.
“Oh God, help me.”
I stood up and switched on the TV. After scrolling through over hundred channels of cable TV, I settled for a Nigerian movie, an old one, When the Sun Sets, the one that introduced Kate Henshaw. The renowned Nollywood star actress looked so young, it took my attention off my misery. She was good. So good, I even found myself tearing a bit.
But then my mind went back to the clock. Twenty minutes gone. They would be airborne now. My heart began to thud and race. This happens twice every two weeks… since the crash that shook the whole world… A whole family wiped out, many children orphaned, fatherless and motherless, widowed…
The girls were in school and my son was being bathed by my younger sister who lived with us. Frustrated, I began to pace, the movie that had so held my interest a few minutes earlier, totally sour.
Whenever I got that boarding text message, we normally gave one and a half hour to receive the arrival text.
“God, there can’t be more than one crash in a year, right?”
But then I remembered 2005, when three or so planes crashed successively. Or so. “God, help me.”
I started sobbing. And I didn’t know why. “Please Lord, let him arrive safely. I can’t bear to be alone. I can’t find a job now and feed a family… Please God.”
Early in our marriage, we had decided I would be a stay-at-home mum, to give the children a balance.
“God I promise, I will relocate to Abuja next month. I will manage the two-room accommodation my husband has in Abuja till we get another one…”
The school year just started so getting a school for the girls would not be a problem. “I will relocate to Abuja, God. I can’t take this anymore!”
I cuddled on the bed, soughing like I just came back from a long jog. Kenny, my husband, was supposed to meet Arnold, my childhood friend on that June 3rd, and both were to go to the airport together.
They missed one another, and agreed to ‘see at the airport.’ That never happened. Arnold made it, Kenny didn’t.
Ironically, Kenny was the one who made it, and Arnold didn’t!
I started to weep. Arnold had been such a friend to our family, always ready to help… always there. If anyone deserved to live, it was Arnold. As a medical doctor, he carried his profession everywhere and into everything. He worked free more times than he worked for money…
Arnold left a family too. A young, beautiful, bubbly wife who had given him three fantastic children. Arnold’s kids were close in age to my kids. How would they continue to live without a father…
I began to sob aloud, using my pillow to muffle the sound. I didn’t want to draw my sister’s attention.
Arnold was the one who introduced me to my Kenny. They had met during Arnold’s Youth Corps Service, where he served in an organization where Kenny was an accountant. He used to tease that he fell in love with Kenny for me, at first sight.
Arnold was a great man.
Oh what a wretched country I come from! I try to be patriotic, drive right, talk right, live right. At the time I had a job, I paid my tax, Kenny still does. I teach my children to love Nigeria, to serve her. We pray for Nigeria! Why would God ignore our cries for mercy and continue to give us leaders who are mean and insensitive and greedy!
For the past one year, people have just been dying senselessly and it has just come too close to home.
I didn’t know when the pillow dropped off, and I was wailing.
Only my phone ringing interrupted my outburst of sorrow. Without looking at the caller, I picked up, and mumbled huskily, “Hello?”
“Honey, we have arrived,” Kenny said. “Are you alright?”

 

Dedicated to the loving memory of Dr. Abiodun Jonathan, (1971 – June 3rd, 2012).

MONDAY CHOCOLATE MELTDOWN –  LOVE GONE SAD

chocolateyIt had never been hidden, the deep-rooted and glaring hatred between Ursula and Clarence. Sibling rivalry that could lead to civil war so easily. Their mother blamed it on their father’s unfair preference for one but she never could point which one. Their father never traded blames but his oft sarcasm of their mother’s preference for Ursula made his feelings clear.

Ursula blamed it on Clarence’s bitterness based on his health issues, which was no one’s fault. Clarence didn’t blame anyone or anything. He plain hated his sister. His only sibling. Why? He didn’t care to tell anyone.

Clarence didn’t protect any of Ursula’s concerns but he worked with her when it profited him. In public, they were just two siblings who didn’t like each other, which was fine. They functioned together as occasion warranted. Both stood to inherit tremendous wealth from their parents.

Neither expected Sir Clarence Mbafor Snr to share his wealth before he died however. Clarence as the older child, and only son expected the lion share where their father took that decision. The old man instead tore his empire into three equal parts. One to Clarence Jnr, one to Ursula and one to his young, beautiful, new wife from Calabar, Ironbar.

Clarence lashed out in protest against his sister. If their mother hated the wife-sharing, she could fight Ironbar. For Clarence, Ursula was his rival.

And what did he do?

He took Ursula’s fiancé, Mudia, an accomplished structural engineer from a middle-income family, got him drunk and in bed with a HIV-positive prostitute.

Mudia didn’t have a chance at life.