The wind in the Trees

“I can't believe this! How could he do this to you?”

 I said in utter indignation and anger.Trying to understand if shola didn’t comprehend the seriousness of the situation she had presented before me. I felt like slapping her senses back into her cute head. I walked over to the mighty flat screen and switched it off; the Nigerian music playing wasn’t making it easy for me to think. Neither was the sunlight coming from the open French windows.

 I took a step back to read her countenance, more of trying to put space between us before that infamous Gemini side takes a hold of me and I "remove person teeth" as the street lingo goes.

“Shola please take a sit and explain to me all over again what you just said”; 

I had to ask again because I was beginning to lose it. My fingers were beginning to twitch on their own as I realize it was difficult for me to breath properly. Not even her tears would stop me from killing Deji tonight. How dare he? what nerve! How can he do something so unimaginable and unbelievable. I was tired of hearing her wailing and pleas. I already know what to do. I go straight to liquor cabinet to pour myself a generous amount of vodka, I felt like smashing the glass on something.

“Ma please I take God beg you, No vex, nah my fault....

“Madam please, E talk sey make I no tell anybody.

 Sey e go dey give me as I want. Madam I take God beg u, no tell my mother”

“What?” I screamed, 

I was almost dizzy from spinning around to take a good look at this ungrateful human being I have being harboring in my house. I took two short steps to get to her and grab her by her blouse pulling her out of her crouching position to stand and face me squarely.

“' u mean you are just disturbed about what your mother will say" shaking her fiercely,

 I pushed her to the ground. I didn't even recognize my voice anymore as I heard a strange laugh leave my mouth. Strangely I became calm. Maybe it was the thought that someone was going to die tonight. My world can't tumble down twice and I stand watching.

 I must do something. I take my car keys and make for the door. Looking back at Shola I shake my head she can barely meet my gaze. I shake my head once more this time my thoughts are as loud as my voice' someone must die tonight.

I get into my white range rover, a gift barely 2 weeks old. 


..............To Be Continued