Thank you all for your comments last week, i found them really encouraging. Like I promised to upload writings every week as much as I can, here's new stuff. I wrote this story some time ago. You know what they say "Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it"? Well, I have wide and wild imaginations so I thought about this. Enjoy.... and please don't forget to leave your comments and share. And please follow me on twitter @vivio_gogo. Cheers!
Adanma had just rushed back from the market; sweat was pouring down her face as she carried bags containing meat, vegetables and spices that she had just purchased. She wanted to make Ofe nsala, Ikenna’s favourite soup so that he would have a pleasant surprise awaiting him on his return from his business trip at Abuja. She would have preferred not to live in Lagos; she found the city very stressful due to the excess heat, noise and heavy traffic unlike the small quiet village Orlu, which she had grown up in. She had gone all the way from Lekki Phase 1 to Yaba market to buy the required ingredients for the soup but Ikenna was worth the effort, she consoled herself. Her feelings for him over the months had grown rapidly and she knew that he felt the same way for her too. After all that could be the only reason why he had introduced her to his family and given her the spare key to his apartment, one she had never used because prior to today she had not felt the need to. However, she really wanted to do something really nice for her man, to show him appreciation for the beautiful gifts he lavished on her regularly and generally for making her believe in love again.
After series of heartbreak, Adanma seemed to have given up on falling in love or ever trusting men again until she met Ikenna. She always smiled when she remembered that day; he had been standing in the queue at the bank where she worked. There was a very long queue because the ATM machines were not working. He was easily noticeable because of his attractive tall, dark and well-built figure. However, she had noticed something different about him; he had a very charming coolness about him that made him look so relaxed and confident even when other customers were beginning to complain loudly about the long waiting times. When it was his turn after more than hour, she apologised for the wait just as she had done with other customers and unlike them, he smiled and asked for her name. He later called her that evening to ask her out on a date, even though she did not give him her phone number and from one date to another, it turned into a serious relationship. It was the same relaxed nature of his that made her trust and confide in him, and the same cunning way with which he had gotten her phone number, which she still did not know how, that made him more interesting and appealing to her and everything else was like pure magic. They shared equal passions, had great chemistry and their love-making could not have been any better; the rest was history.
Adanma dropped the shopping bags on the floor to bring out the spare key from her handbag. As she opened the door and headed for the kitchen, she thought she heard some noise but it could not possibly be so as Ikenna’s return flight was by 7pm and it was still 4pm. She had to hurry so that the food would be ready for him just on time but she decided to quickly change into more comfortable clothes as her sweat already made her blouse stick to her chest. She entered Ikenna’s bedroom and for some seconds, she thought she may have been in a completely wrong apartment. It was either that or she was day-dreaming as she saw two naked bodies on the bed. The woman lay underneath moaning with her eyes shut while the man was on top kissing her and giving her pleasure. Adanma looked around confused; the wall, furniture and curtains all looked familiar. She took a closer look at the man again, he was Ikenna surely. It was at that moment she realised what the sound she had heard initially was, that she was certainly in the correct room and worst still, that Ikenna probably never travelled to Abuja. She stood glued to the ground not knowing whether to speak, scream, cry or even run away. They still had not seen her and the woman on the bed had started moaning more audibly and calling his name “Yes I.k! Yes!” Adanma could take no more; she tried to stick her fingers into her ears and the key dropped. The woman opened her eyes and Ikenna turned around. His eyes and mouth widened in shock and he was speechless. Suddenly Adanma felt the need to run, and so she did, leaving her ingredients in the kitchen and the key on the ground. Ikenna grabbed a shirt running after her and screaming her name “Ada, please come back! I can explain!” She did not look back; she knew she never wanted to see him alive again and that she would never forgive him. So she ran even faster with Ikenna struggling to catch up with her whilst trying to put on some trousers. She was now on the main road and trying hard to stop a car or a bike, anything that could take her far away from the evil she had just witnessed. She crossed the road to the other side, she still heard Ikenna calling her name until she heard a loud screeching noise. At this point, she turned around and saw him but he was on the ground looking unconscious. She ran back towards him, there was blood on the ground and he looked lifeless. The car that hit drove away quickly and all she could do was cry for help. Nobody came, well not until after some minutes of screaming and running around to look for neighbours and then, he was taken to the hospital.
She waited in the lobby until the doctor came out, Ikenna had lost a lot of blood and did not survive, the doctor said. She did not cry, all she could do at that moment was remember her thoughts when she had caught him in bed with the woman; when she had wished she would never see him alive and as she walked out of the hospital, she wondered if she would always blame herself for such wishful thinking.