Jasmine made to go after her but realized she was still on camera, so she pasted a fake smile on her face, till Ugbonna pulled away into the auditorium. She followed Mrs. Henshaw and watched her movement. She realized that she was walking to the podium. Jasmine saw that the age had told on her, she was not as tall as she used to be, her face had a few lines, which would have been worse if she wasn’t a woman of substance who could take care of her skin no matter the cost.
Jasmine: “Do you know that woman?” she asked Ugbonna
Ugbonna: “Yes she is the founder of Henshaw foundation, they deal with issues that affect women, overtake charitable courses, I am a member of the foundation, so afterwards I will take you to meet with her, you will like”
Jasmine: “Oh I will she has my son” she said within her.
Throughout the show, she didn’t hear one thing that was said, all she thought about, was that rainy day, years ago, when she had given up her child and this woman standing on the podium had taken her son in, and given him shelter. She was grateful to her, but she wanted her son back.
After the speech Mrs. Henshaw gave, people gave her a standing ovation but she didn’t hear them, she searched the faces of the people in the crowd like she was looking for someone. The truth is, she found out she has cancer, and it had progressed to the last stage, she had just a month to live.
Her foundation had saved many people but she could not even save herself. There was one mission she had to fulfill before she went over to the other side, and that was finding the real mother of her son, Sammie. Sammie was her life, her everything, he brought her joy in a world filled with so much pain and gloom. At the foundation, she saw a lot of pain, people who lost their loved ones to cancer, people who lost their breast to cancer and had to battle with self esteem problems, she saw pain in different kind of form. But her home was her sanctuary because Sammie was there waiting to bestow his love on her. She felt like keeping him to herself, that he would never know another mother, but she would not rest in peace if Sammie was left with strangers when he had a mother somewhere. But she wondered if the mother would want him, after all, she had abandoned him in front of her gate. But she could only try. She had also commissioned a private investigator, but there were so many dead ends, they didn’t know what the mother looked like, nor where she was from.
Ugbonna took Jasmine to meet with Mrs. Henshaw after the charity dinner;
Mrs. Henshaw: “Ugbonna, I am glad you came, you have been one of the pillars of this foundation, may God bless you for me” she said and embraced Ugbonna.
Ugbonna: “Thank you ma’am, this is my friend Jasmine”
Mrs. Henshaw: “You are that woman I saw on the news. Well, I admire your courage and you have a good heart. That must be why you are Ugbonna’s friend”
Jasmine turned on her charm and smiled sweetly to her;
Jasmine: “I am looking for a cause like this to invest in, I admire you, you are the kind of woman I aspire to” she said sweetly. Mrs. Henshaw was drawn in by her charm and charisma. She told herself that perhaps if she didn’t see her son’s mother, she would leave him in Jasmine’s care.
Mrs. Henshaw: “I will like us to meet, an informal business meeting, we can discuss the foundation and where you can fit in”
Jasmine: “Oh I would love that truly”
Mrs. Henshaw: “You just have to let me know when you are free”
Jasmine: “I am available this tomorrow during lunch hour, if you don’t mind” she tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. How is your son?” she risked asking.
Mrs. Henshaw: “You really checked up on me. Well he is fine, you will meet him when you come, he is a lovely boy” she replied. Ugbonna however was stunned, he was the one who introduced her to Mrs. Henshaw, how did she find out about her son.
Nengi had gone back to Patricia’s house to meet Bali, Patricia was not around.
Bali: “You have to help me get Jasmine and my child, after all you got what you wanted”
Nengi: “I got what I wanted? You spoilt everything you nincompoop” she replied. Bali burst into laughter, it was a mocking laughter.
Bali: “Are you tired already? You wanted to get what your friend has, besides how did you even get him, you used juju abi, you this hustler”
Nengi: “Don’t talk to me in that way, I am warning you”
Bali: “And what will you do? Curse me to death? You are nothing but a conniving bitch, you think you are smart. I am going to tell the whole world that you have been blackmailing Jasmine, I will even lie that you kept me hostage, torturing me, the mark behind my head will be evidence. I will pay you back for using and dumping me. Do you know how much I have lost because of this nonsense, and now I have a child that I am not even prepared to have, yet people are trying to keep her away from me. I will..” he didn’t complete what he was saying, before… He was so carried away with mocking Nengi, that when she removed a gun, it was a swift movement, before he could defend himself, she shot him in the face. He fell down and she emptied the cartridge on him.
Nengi: “Good riddance to bad rubbish” she said, and turned to leave.
Patricia had gone to the market to buy food stuffs, she wanted to prepare efo riro for Bali, he had complained of hunger before now. She was close to the house when she heard him Bali shouting and laughing, she doubled up and was almost at the door when she heard the first gunshot, and successive gunshots.
Patricia: “Hay God, Patricia you haff buy wahala oh, man na go kill you oh. Na for Patricia house dem dey shooy gun. Jesu Oluwa oh” she lamented as she hid under an overgrown brush. She watched Nengi come out of the room, with a smoking gun, she cleaned it and tucked it back into the black, leather coat she had on.
Patricia: “Hay I think say na her friend oh, this wicked girl” she didn’t know she had said it aloud. She saw Nengi turn and their eyes met. Patricia took to her heels, and Nengi pursued after her.
Jasmine got back to the hospital and met an envelope addressed to her, Doctor Ugbonna saw the envelope and suspected it was the result of the DNA testing, he thought it was supposed to come out in two days. It came out early, he guessed.
Ugbonna: “Do you want me to stay?”
Jasmine: “No, I need to be alone with my daughter” she said. She turned the envelope in her hand, as Ugbonna left the room. She was scared to open it, she knew there would be no hope for her marriage if the child belonged to Bali, and she really wanted Haliru back. She dropped the envelope and began to ask God for help.
Jasmine: “Dear God, I know I haven’t knelt down to pray in a long while, I have been living my life without the consciousness of you, but now I am on this rough road, all I see ahead of me is despair, I need you Lord, please dear Jesus Take the wheel, take it from my hand, because I cannot do this on my own. I will let everything go, my sins, my inordinate desires, everything Lord, just give me one more chance, and save me from this road I am on. Please Jesus, take the wheel” she cried in prayer. Ugbonna was outside the door, he had heard all he said, his heart went out to her. He realized that he had met his soul mate, but she was in love with her husband. All he wanted was her happiness, if Haliru was her happiness, he was not going to make things difficult for her, he would remain her friend, because he always wanted to be in her life.
Ugbonna: “Dear God, hear the cry of a broken woman, lend her a hand and let every nhard situation in her life be made soft. Take control and put joy in her heart” he said a silent prayer on her behalf.
Haliru saw a white envelope sitting on the dinner table; it was a plain white envelope, unlike the envelope of the hospital which usually came with a logo.
Haliru: “It is probably my bank statement; I wonder what my father has done again. Is he going to strip me of all my birthright because of that Jasmine?” He picked up the envelope, and tore it open. It contained a white sheet of paper. He read what was on it, and slumped into a couch nearby. He was weak, he had hoped that the result would be different. He read it again, this time aloud, maybe it would sound different.
Haliru: “After the testing, it is found that the child’s DNA do not match that of Mr Haliru Danlami, but matches that of Mrs. Jasmine Danlami. In conclusion, the child is not of Mr Danlami” he read it out.
Question: Do you suspect foulplay, or is the child truly Bali’s child. Also will Patricia be able to escape from Nengi, or will she die like Bali”
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