HAPPY NEW YEAR

I know is late but I’ll still say it. Because I want to and because I can. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

How was the holiday? I’m sorry I’ve not been commenting on blogs or replying comments, I was busy juggling weddings and family and village life. Speaking of which, how was the “village”? (For those that went) Mine was awesome and I got two proposals (yelsss, two guys asked me to marry them) well, they didn’t really ask me, they asked my Dad but you know………….. Its still a proposal right? Yeah? I thought so too. So don’t be surprised if I get shipped off to Malaysia or become a Mrs. to Uche in  Alaba………….my Mum is kinda in a hurry.

So here is the concluding part of the EYES OF THE EAGLE story:

 

I stirred the tea again, all the time looking over my shoulder to see if Ola was coming. Mum had brought the potion for me and explained how to use it. Just one drop……………it sounded simple enough. Ola hardly ate at home anymore but I had begged and persuaded him to eat breakfast. I heard his footstep and quickly stepped away from the tea. He sat down and I almost burst into tears, how had we gotten to this point? We used to be perfect. He stirred the tea a couple of times and looked at me.

"Aya mi" (Aya mi was the name he used to call me when our marriage was still on track). I felt an inner glow; could “baba's” potion be working so soon?

"My husband" I replied, flashing my best smile.

"I know everything"

"What do you mean?"

“I know you went to a herbalist, I know you want me to drink this, I know you want to turn me into a dummy"

I felt weak as the reality of his words hit me. He actually knew......I looked for words to defend myself

"My husband, I love you, why would I ever want to do that?"

"To stop me from marrying Lara"

"Wait……………… who is Lara?"

"Your sister"

He picked his bag and left before I could say any other thing. I sat down and let the words sink in.

I was holding my wrapper in one hand and my bag in the other as I ran to Mum’s shop. In one breath, I told her everything that had happened. Mum stood up and started pacing the shop.

"Temi, its no news"

“What Mum? You mean you actually knew my husband is dating my sister?”

“Point of correction Temi, not your sister…………I am not your mother. I just acted so because your father wanted me to and now that he’s dead, I don’t owe him anything"

It all started to fit in, the hatred, the punishments.........

"So Mum, you knew all along..........you caused everything that has been happening in my family"

"Of course Temi, I had to get you out of the way for my daughter to come in. Now, she can be Mrs. Ola Akanki, wife of the CEO, A&A group of companies" she clapped her hands and gave a small laugh.

"But Mum, why did you do it, how could you?"

"Some things you will never know Temi………. ".

The tears were uncontrollable as I left Mum’s shop, got home, packed my bags, picked my daughter and left Ola’s house.

PRESENT DAY

I looked at Ola again. No, there was nothing to discuss. I picked my purse and walked out of the restaurant.

*Oh, and my 2013 (January) crush is Flavour. His “Ada Ada” is currently topping my playlist and when I play it I dream of dancing while carrying palmwine and looking for Mr. Right (Igbo engagement things) definitely not anyone in Malaysia or Alaba. Have a fabulous year people