Grace smiled, still with the letter in her hands, she sat down. And shook her head,
Grace: “Osaze, are you serious? Are you really gone? Your prank I guess!” she smiled again.
She stood up and walked towards the mirror, stood in front of it and unfolded the letter as she read aloud every single thing that was on it,
“MY dear wife,
I know it was cowardice leaving this letter but that was the only choice I have. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth face to face. I just lacked the courage. To start with, Zainab isn’t Alhaji’s daughter and she isn’t just a client. I am sure you know that. I never stopped seeing her. I tried but I couldn’t. I love you and the kids very well. You all are all I have but sometimes a man has to be a man and take certain decision. as you read this letter I should be on my way to Abuja with Zainab. We are leaving for UK. I know it is heart shattering for you right now but just know that you’d always be in my heart, you and my kids. I am not going on some teenage voyage but I am following my dreams and this is the only chance I have got. I hope you understand. Please, tell the kids that someday I’ll be back. Cos of time I couldn’t write as much as I would have wished.
She looked into, she smiled at herself, tilted her head left and right. With a pouted lips she sized her breast, juggled them a little, they were still firm,
Grace: “What’s wrong with me then?”
She turned her back, titled her head and stared at her butt, she tapped it, it was well sized. She ran her hands through her thighs off a sudden tears began to drop,
“Osaze, tell me you are joking! Are you truly gone? Ain’t we together last night, having the greatest sex we could ever experienced?” She recalled how Osaze scooped her up in his arms, lifted against the wall, went on round after round till she was so worn out.
She flung to the paper and it flew, sustained by the early morning cold that ran into the room through one of the opened louvers. On the bed, she sat staring blankly. She took her phone and dialled Osaze’s number but the response she got was, “the number you are trying isn’t available at the moment.” She kept on trying it , it rang but he didn’t pick and it rang out. As she tried it and she got the reply of, “the number you are trying is switched off!”
Tears dropped from her eyes but she didn’t sob. She fiddled with her fingers as she looked quite restless.
“Osaze, so it’s true! So, it’s very true! You left me and your adorable kids for a stranger.”
She started sobbing. The day was beginning to break as flood of light flushed into the room in a circular direction. Staring blankly she dialled Sharon’s number,
Sharon: “Good morning,dearie!”
Grace: “Osaze has left!”
Grace: “Osaze and the Zainab girl!”she talked like a toddler who was still finding its way around words.
Sharon sat up,
Sharon: “what are you talking about?”
Grace: “ Osaze, he left,left me and the kids a letter!”
Sharon: “You can’t be serious!”
Grace: “There is no life without Osaze!”as Grace spoke she just stared into empty space. She wasn’t listening to Sharon. It was a a case of passing information not conversing,
Sharon: “Hello! Hello!”Grace didn’t respond the phone was on the bed and it spoke on speaker, “Hello!!! Helloooo! Hellooo!!! Speak up dear. I am coming right away!!” the call ended.
Grace stopped crying abruptly, screamed very loud. Alex and Sandra could hear their mother’s scream. Grace ran and bolted the door as she heard her kids running towards her room. She was crying very loud.
Alex and Sandra kept knocking on the door,
They heard her cry.
Sandra: “is she crying?”
Alex: “Wait,let me listen!”he placed his ear on the door and after listening, he looked at his sister and shook his head, “she is crying!” Sandra gave her brother a befuddled look.
Sandra: “what of daddy?”
Alex: “how am I supposed to know?”
Unplanned, they knocked at the same time,
Sandra: “Mummy why are you crying?”
Alex: “Open up the door,mum!”
Alex: “Open up!!” Grace kept crying and in not time, Sandra joined her, Alex gave his sister a weird look and continued banging on the door. He was in pains but didn’t stop.
Grace walked to the side of a wardrobe and took a little container, it had a bluish substance glued on its body. It must have its contents spilling. On it was written Sniper, written in blue and had yellow stripes,
Grace: “I can’t live without you, Osas!”
She sat in front of her mirror and dropped the Sniper in front of her.
Sandra was on the ground crying. When a knock was heard coming from the door of the sitting room. Alex paused knocking, Sandra stopped crying. They looked at each other,
Alex: “Maybe, daddy went out and his back!”
The knock came again impatiently. They both ran to the sitting room and Alex, opened the door. It was Sharon, they couldn’t hide their disappointment,
Sharon: “where’s your mother?”she asked impatiently.
They looked at the same direction, towards their parents’ room. Grace could hear triple knocks on the door and the next thing she heard was Sharon’s voice,
“Sis, open the door. Open up,please! Don’t do anything stupid!” she sounded agitated and it was clear to the kids that something wasn’t right.
Grace uncovered the bottle and gibberish before raising it to the mouth. She said:
Grace: I’m sorry Kids! I can’t live without Osaze…
Questions: Would Grace commit suicide? Do you think Osaze would make a decision and return to his family?
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