For days they did not eat what Obianuju cooked, they went out, to local bukkas to eat, and would come home with runny stomachs. In their determination to assert their rights, they forgot about Emeka’s burial, but Obianuju did not. On the fifth day of their stay, she had just finished meeting with the burial planning committee, she decided to acquaint her in-laws of the burial arrangements;
Obianuju: “My in-laws…” she began to say but her father-in-law shouted her down, forbidding her to ever call them that.
Mazi Udo: “As far as I am concerned, Emeka died single. You say you were his wife, where the children to prove it, Ohamiri has locked your womb” he said looking at her in disdain.
Ulysses: “We can conduct the burial without them; the most important thing is we give Emeka a befitting burial”
Mazi Udo: “When we are done throwing you out, we will take our son’s body back to the village for proper burial”
Obianuju: “No need to wait any longer, I am leaving the house for you. It was our home, but without Emeka, it is just a cold mansion. So have it” Obianuju said, irked by their disdain for her.
Mazi Udo: “Where is our son’s body” Emeka’s father inquired
Obianuju looked to Ulysses for help; she was unable to find the right words to convey the state of things.
Ulysses: “Emeka’s body was not found” he said bluntly. Mazi Udo and his kinsmen began to rain curses on Obianuju because, they were sure Ohamiri was responsible for such wicked death and it was all because her slave was defiled. Obianuju went upstairs to her room and packed all her belongings, and a few things that belonged to Emeka, including his pictures. Yvonne had offered that she stayed in her house, so to Yvonne’s house she went.
The day for Emeka’s burial, Obianuju had refused shaving her head, instead she wrapped it up in a white turban, she wore a black abaya, and the only piece of jewelry on her was a gold wristwatch. Her face was devoid of makeup, a black pair of dark glasses covered her eyes, they were swollen and red rimmed from all the crying she did, when she laid alone in bed, with the space Emeka should have been, empty. She was unlearning many things she thought were the right thing to do, like, forcing a woman to shave her head because her husband died. Emeka had loved her hair while he was alive, why should she shave her head now that he is dead, she thought to herself. They had rented limousines to take friends and business associates of Emeka to the cathedral, where the funeral service would be held. People dressed in different black attires thronged to the cathedral, Emeka had been loved by many.
Obianuju sat in front of the congregation alone, she felt alone in the world. While she was receiving the guest, many gave her bewildered looks. They expected her to be bawling her eyes out, they wondered why she was so cool and poise on a day like this, and she even sported a smile, howbeit small. But she was a private griever, she grieved when she was alone, she grieved when she ate her meals alone, she grieved when her eyes fell on any of Emeka’s pictures which lined the walls in her room. When it was time to give the eulogy, she walked stoically to the podium, she had no paper to read from because she has never been one for rehearsed speeches, so she looked inward and talked from her heart.
Obianuju: “Emeka was the best human being I ever met, even better than I am. He was to me, my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, my lover and my husband. He saved me from death, even at the expense of the acceptance of his kindred. He was honest; he would never cheat anybody, not even for profit. He was the best husband, and would have been a great father, If death had tarried longer. Emeka, wherever you are, I hope you are happy, you fought a good fight, now it is up to me to continue your legacy”.
As she was walking to her seat, her eyes fell on Charles, he was talking and smiling with Yvonne, he waved when their eyes met. After the priest had given the sermon, ending it with the usual ‘the lord gives ,and he takes’, they all processed to the cemetery, Obianuju walked in front of the congregation ,but behind the pallbearers. Since there was no body, the casket had been filled with personal effects belonging to the deceased; his wife also included the dainty engagement ring he had proposed to her with. At the graveside, Obianuju was about to throw sand into the grave, when someone shouted
Mazi Udo: “Tufia, you will not perform any wifely duties for my dead son, you killed him with your scourge” Everybody turned and there, was Mazi Udo and his kinsmen.
“You killed my son so you would inherit all his wealth that is why you quickly gave up the house because, there was more, and you thought we would not find out. You will not have any of my son’s properties I tell you” he said feeling satisfied as people were looking at Obianuju and whispering among them.
Ulysses: “Get a hold of you, old man” Emeka’s best friend said coming to stand before Obianuju like a shield.
Mazi Udo: “Every time I confront her, you jump up like a body guard. You call yourself my son’s friend, but you allowed him marry a cursed woman, after his death, you are here frolicking with his so called wife” Emeka’s father said, looking at him with disdain, he turned and spat on the ground. Ulysses being so enraged pushed Emeka’s father to the ground. Yvonne pushed through to the front and grabbed Ulysses by the shirt.
Yvonne: “You want to beat up an old man, who happens to be your best friend’s father because he said the truth?” this shocked Obianuju who turned to her with a crestfallen face
Obianuju: “Yvonne, how can you say this?”She asked, removing the dark glasses.
Yvonne: “Are you going to pretend you do not see how Ulysses looks at you, even while Emeka was alive? But you should warn him, you carry a scourge which kills people who fall in love with you” Yvonne replied spitefully. Obianuju broke down in tears; she lay by the freshly dug grave and wept.
Ulysses: “It is over between the both of us, I can never marry a woman like you, so bitter” he said and walked away. All these while, the media people were having an early Christmas as they covered all the drama, interviewed people who claimed to know the couple, and also covered Obianuju crying by the grave side. Charles came forward and pulled Obianuju up, he gestured to the priest to continue the service so that Emeka would be buried with no more drama.
In another part of Lagos, in Lagoon Hospitals, Emeka came out of Coma. He opened his eyes to a distorted world because all his memory had been wiped off due to the brain trauma he sustained in the plane crash.
Nurse: “Doctor!” a nurse ran to call the doctor in charge of his case. When the female doctor arrived, she checked all his vital signs and transferred him to the private ward; he had scaled through, and did not need to be kept in the ICU. While he was wheeled to the ward, he kept asking what happened to him and where he was.
Doctor: “You do not remember, you were found by the water bank along Liverpool. How did you swim the water and what happened to you” the doctor asked.
Emeka: “I do not remember, my head is blank, I cannot recall anything” he replied
Doctor: “What is your name?”
Emeka: “I do not know” The doctor wrote in her patients’ pad and gave the nurses instructions. For days, Emeka remained in the hospital, unable to recover his memory.
Emeka’s doctor, Annette went back home with Emeka on her mind, she pitied the man who could not remember even his own name. She decided to contact the Brain Injury Rehabilitation Center to present Emeka’s case. She was still worried about Emeka when she entered her house.
Amelia: “Did someone die today?” Amelia her twin sister asked. Annette and Amelia were twin sisters, but they were as different as light and day, while the former was practical and ambitious, the latter was impulsive and only aspired to a handsome husband. Their late parents left them an enormous fortune so they need not work all their life. But Annette was just like her father, she loved to cure people of their illnesses, and she took the ailments of her patients, personal. Unlike Amelia who only cared for her nails, her hour glass shape and men.
Annette: “Nobody died” she replied and told her all about the patient that could not remember his identity.
Amelia: “That is interesting, I am going to the hospital with you tomorrow” she said smiling mischievously.
Question: Why does Amelia want to follow her sister to the hospital, will Emeka ever regain his memories? What will become of Obianuju now that she is truly alone in the world. Find out in the next episode.
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