Pastor’s Second Wife- Part Eight

A Story by Ayodele Adeoye

I didn’t sleep throughout the night. How could I sleep when my mother was hanging between Gboko and Kabba. At about 8:12 AM, my phone rang and I rushed to pick it.

“Hello, my name is Inspector Tajudeen Adeyeye. I am calling from the Police Divisional Headquarters Gwagwalada, Abuja…” On hearing this, I went blank and I couldn’t explain what happened thereafter.

When I regained consciousness at the hospital, I saw a lot of people gathered around me with long faces.

“Where is my mother?” I asked angrily. A nurse came close and held me firmly.

“Madam, you must take it easy,” she whispered.

“Take what easy? Where is my mother?” I removed the needle of the drip on me and went for Deji’s neck, “Deji where is my mother?” Everyone in the ward burst into tears. My mother died in a ghastly accident that claimed four lives. Another chapter of sorrow has just opened for me. Everything I’ve been hiding must come to the open. My father is going to kill me for all the things I’ve done secretly and for making my mother die for it. Who is going to break the news to my father? This period was really difficult for me.

The naming was postponed due to my mother’s death. The family head in Deji’s clan called an emergency family meeting to address the issue. It was so complicated because my father was not aware that I was in Kabba, neither was he aware of my secret affair with Deji. Worst of all, my mother did not tell my father the true reason for her journey. In fact, she lied she was going to see me in Lagos and not in Kabba. How will my father take all these sad news at the same time?

I haven’t breastfed my baby for three days because of my grief. Deji’s mother seemed less concerned about the tragedy of my mother’s death and more concerned about her grandson’s health. Her attitude made me begin to hate my own son. She wanted me to give the boy full attention without even mourning my mother. This was so irritating and annoying. Those who came around took more time to celebrate the baby than mourn my mother. They would spend so much time playing with the baby, but they would greet me casually when it came to my mother’s death. These people were wicked and heartless. I began to develop hatred for them.

After the family meeting, it was resolved that two elderly men would travel to Gboko to inform my father of all the tragedy. I insisted on going with them but they refused. After they arrived at Gboko, I started following everything up with calls. Series of meetings were held with my elders on what to do. On the third day, the two elders from Deji’s clan came back with loads of news.

Come with me to part nine for the family resolutions…

(Story copied from another source)

To be continued in part nine…