That day Osaze came home very late. At about ten at night. The kids had gone to bed. Grace was almost asleep when she heard the door creak. Osaze was knocking. She had been waiting for him to come and she kept herself busy watching Big Brother Nigeria.
Grace: “Yes? who is that?” she walked to the door wiping her eyes with the back of the hands.
Osaze: “It’s me!”she heard him say but his voice seem kind of distant.
The keys made a crunchy sound as she opened the door,
Grace: “Welcome!” he murmured and brushed her aside, she sighed and bolted the door. She followed him to the room, he was undressing, “should I warm the food? It is in the flask,”he gawked at her.
Osaze: “Are you a visitor in this house? Don’t you know I don’t like cold food.”
She was astound,
Grace: “the food should still be warm,babe.”
Osaze: “Please, I don’t have strength to be drawn into some sorta debate!”
Grace: “Sorry!”and left for the kitchen. She went about warming the food as he went in to take his bath. After having his bath, he came in and sat on the couch watching TV, He changed the channel from BIG Brother to CNN,
Osaze:”All these jobless Mnet folks,”he hissed, “I wonder why they couldn’t host in Nigeria yet they call it Big Brother Nigeria. Nonsense!”
Trump was CNN giving his inaugural speech,
“Trump, my man! I love this guy. Funny but blunt. That’s what a good leadership entails. I am very sure he is going to keep his promises!”
Grace: “should I bring it over or keep it here!”
Osaze: “Leave it there!” she dropped the tray of on the dining table. She sat on of the chairs, looking at him. After few minutes, he yawned and walked to the dining table. He yawned again drew the chair and sat down. It was Semovita and vegetable. He washed his hands and whispered a prayer with his eyes closed and his hands on the cover of the plate, “amen!”he ended the prayer with. He started eating and she sat staring at me. He was really hungry as he rushed at the food. She seemed happy that he was eating her food. His eyes caught her staring at him,
“Why are you looking at me that way? Did you poison my food or do you want me to choke?”
She was shocked with such accusation,
Grace: “why are you saying a thing like that? Why have you being acting strange? What have I done,eh? All of a sudden there’s no peace in this house. Even the kids are now scared of their father! What is going on with you, Osaze!” she flared up and walked away.
Osaze was taken aback; he didn’t expect such outburst,
Osaze: “Wow! That was harsh,” he said as he continued eating. Grace was in the room crying, “wow!” he said again.
After eating, he retired to the room. He knew he had to be careful, when she heard him open the door, she pretended to be asleep; shut her eyes. He looked over her; he knew she was pretending to be asleep. He sighed and went over to his side of the bed.
As he laid down to sleep, he was filled. The food was very sumptuous. A call came in. it was Zainab’s. he went out to pick. Grace could hear him laughing, he sounded very happy. It made her really sad. The call lasted for hours. Before he got back she was asleep.
Sharon, her cousin, who was married to an Ecwa church reverend came to visit her. Sharon’s husband was from Jigawa state, a cousin to the governor. One hardly saw indigenes as Christians not to talk of being ministers of the gospel.
Grace was the only one at home, she had just finished a cake she was contracted to do for a wedding. That was all she did for a living. Osaze had stopped her from working and agreed to be paying her fifty thousand every month. He preferred her being a full time house wife and that was how it had been. She did some catering job once in a while not always. She had studied Home Economics at Idda Polytechnic Lokoja.
Grace was excited to see her. she couldn’t control herself when she saw her she started crying,
Sharon: “Ah,ah sis what’s wrong?” they embraced each other, “why are you crying?” she made her sit, Grace was still crying. Sharon was worried, what was the matter with her always cheerful sister? She went to the fridge and got water for her.
“take it and calm your nerves!”
Grace gulped the water.and after catching her breath she started talking,
Grace: “Osaze is seeing someone else!”
Sharon was shocked,
Sharon: “which Osaze,please!”
Grace gawked at her,
Grace: “my husband of course!”
Sharon: “what? How can that be?”
Sharon: “You saw them or saw a text? Or you know!” she was confused couldn’t believe that Osaze who was crazy about his wife, Grace would cheat on her, “I am in total shock!”
Grace: “Same way I have been feeling all these while.”
Sharon: “It’s well o! Do you know her?”
Grace: “Her name is Zainab the daughter of his Alhaji client!” Sharon sighed, “I first noticed he was always chatting her up and they spoke for long hours at night. And when I asked him he said there was nothing. I trusted too much,”tears trickle down her cheeks,
Sharon:”Oh, come on stop crying!”
Grace: “The other day we were about to make out and when I touched him he called her name! that means they have had sex!”she increased her cry. Sharon tried all she could to calm her down, “he is being quite aggressive even to the kids!”
Sharon: “Ah, ah why is Osaze behaving like this now,eh?” Sharon spoke and encouraged her, “don’t stop showing him love and don’t nag you hear? Just pray about it, please!”
Osaze did what he has never done in his entire life. He had consumed bottles of alcohol. He was heartbroken. Zainab had shattered it. He was drunk! The event that led to his drinking was playing in his mind, he had called her and someone in her back ground screamed, “Baby, I am waiting for you so we would have a shower!”and when he confronted her instead of explaining. She ended the call and refused to pick his calls.
Osaze: “it’s all my fault!” he said in a crying tone as he gulped the last bottles. He had finished seven bottles of beer and a bottle of Macdowel. He staggered and entered the car. It took him thirty minutes before he could start the car. On his way home his driving was a reflection of his drunk state of mind. Still on the road, he rested on the steering,crying and calling Zainab’s name. And suddenly there was a bashing sound! His car had run into another one.
Questions: Would Osaze survive the accident? If he survives would that make him repent?
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