Vote Nobi ! Entry 12 Ekaete You Cannot Text My Husband

At 7 pm, she heard Samson park his car in the garage. Her heart skipped a beat. She feigned sleep...

But her mind was wide awake, it took Samson at least 5 minutes to get down from the car, but not that night. It was over 15 minutes and Samson had not come out. Busola stood up from her pretence to peep through the window to check if something was wrong. “What is he planning oh? this man! Ekaete must have sent a screenshot of the message, CHAI! These Whatsapp people sef--everytime update update and they are not making reasonable changes, why can’t there be a social media where someone will not screenshot message ehn! No privacy. Mstcheew. Should I go outside? Should i go back to the couch?” As she kept asking irrelevant questions, she heard a knock on the door. KpoKpoKpo...KpoKpoKpo. “Samson why are you knocking in your house now,” she said faking a smile as she opened the door. “You know I just made my hair and nails just the way you like them and you’re angry, I just wanted my husband to myself, is that so much to ask” It was not until a strange voice interrupted her rantings that she realised it wasn’t Samson at the door. She looked up in shock and covered her mouth in embarrassment. The scene paused for about a minute before a young man, standing next to a Policeman on uniform spoke, breaking the silence, “Madam, we found your husband bleeding to deathHayy! God! She screamed, “Bad Habits Kill faster than the roasted rabbits oo” … the security tried to console her but she fought her way out his bittersweet hold and started ranting, very loudly, “ but I… I prayed, I wrote…” her sobbing seized so fast, the policeman on uniform shivered a little. “You wretched witch of Endor, you daughter of doom…” The sobbing continued. Before Busola regained her stamina, after a few slow steps, one blood-red 6-inch heel in front of the other, Ekiate stroke a rather dramatic runway pose, laughing as she placed her hand on her waist, forming a partially perfect triangle, as though she was beckoning some individuals to carry out Samson’s corpse. “How dare you come to home you sl—“ “will you shut up!” Aisha froze, everything in her world seized, including her heartbeat. Samson knew he did The officers seemed to be enjoying the scene with onas they relaxed their backs on the pale blue wall opposite the Flat screen tv. eer like a hyena had reas she smiled like she had just received a delivery from Jumia and it wasn’t tampered with ( as usual). “Now she’s dead sweetie, I knew you had it in you!” Samson realised his wife was actually laid there--at the base of their dining table, he reached out to the table and grabbed a knife. Ekaete laughed, “What again, she’s dead now, pay the Police and they won’t tell(as usual), abi you want to die? Is that’s your way of showing you love me? Following your wife to hell isn’t the answer please, suicide is a sin.” she burst into tears. Samson dropped the knife after admitting to himself that Ekaete was right. “God!... What have I done!” the police without uniform now in shock, spoke “oga...oga, haa, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE--”

The Police on uniform, being the one with authority interrupted him with a slap. KAWAII! The slap was so loud, he took a step back himself, how will you be so stupid he said you don't know if you talk too much he won't give us money to cover up. Ekaete tried to wipe away some tears with her dress but it was too tight. She bent down like she wanted to pick something, just the way a prostitute will and her dress went up, revealing her wrinkled buttocks. “Madam no wear pant oh” Chief Opetu shouted, and he started licking his lustful lips within his mouth. David now irritated at the entirety of the quick turnaround of scenes, ran out of the house screaming “God cannot be mocked, God cannot be mocked...” as he left the scene his boss, Chief Opetu tried to compute what had just happened but he couldn’t. “Oga, it’s like you have to take action now oh, maybe David has gone to report this to someone. You never know who you can work with until the report comes and that boy has many many followers on.. On ehh.. Instagroom abi gram.” what the hell are you saying, Ekaete snapped, after successfully wiping her crocodile tears. “What report, that one, does he look like somebody who can have followers. Mstcheeew, she hissed “people don’t follow fools that evangelise online, that’s for skreps. It’s either you sell on IG or you don’t.” “Madam, sell what, he’s from a rich home, he doesn’t need money, as a matter of fact, that’s the Senators son ma. Me too I wonder why he’s aspiring to be police and he has everything.” Samson stood up slowly from the dining chair, he managed to rest on and think of what to do with his lifeless wife laid at his foot side. The house seemed to be divided into three scenes, Samson at the crossroad of a lifetime, Ekaete staring at the foolish Chief Opetu and Busola facing --the wages of sin--death.



Chapter 2

Who said I was wondering anything now, stop jumping into conclusions and running your smelling mouth. Mstcheew, she hissed again. “Sorry madam, I..I..” “SHUT UP!” “You thought what? I...I.. didn’t know I am foolish she said, trying to mock him. “Madam I..I.. don’t talk like that now, please don’t disrespect me now.” “You know I have my reputation to protect.” “You mean you have your pride to protect”, Samson said walking towards Ekaete. “You people are so blind