Tit FOR Tat

Tit For Tat

All she saw was darkness, and nothing more.

She is not sure how long she will remain here, feeling excruciating pains from the bruises caused by the rope used in binding her delicate skin. She never thought the day would come when she would be treated like a cow to be slaughtered for celebration. Still kept in the dark without knowing who or what was responsible for her predicament, the picture of how she got to this stage began to play in her head like the ones she had seen in several action movies.

**FIVE HOURS EARLIER **

Sade Adebayo’s overtly exaggerated make-up face which complemented her plus size figure smiled at Tope, her nervous looking cousin and chief bridesmaid who sits next to her at the back seat of the convertible on their way to the church for the heavily publicized wedding of the year, a gift from her wealthy father.

You can never tell from her expression that she was one hour behind schedule, looking relaxed like she was two hours ahead of time. Her face looked calm as usual like when she sacked her habitually late coming secretary four months ago. Not even the young girl’s hardworking nature or her knowledge of the girl being the bread winner of her family could make her rescind that decision.

Her younger but very attractive sister, Ireti, who was married with a child, had told her point-blank, ‘you are bitter as that witch in The Devil Wears Prada, no feelings, and no passion’ during their last confrontation. She found it complementary that she was likened to her favorite character in her favorite movie but ‘bitter’ is not a kind word she should have used on her person.

Sade retorted saying ‘ passion is for small minded, lazy girls like you  who patiently wait like vultures for their father’s demise so they can inherit something of worth or marry an important man so they can become something of worth…’

‘Watch your words – ‘Ireti felt bruised by her unkind words.

‘- and you are no different from those girls referred to as ‘aristos’ ‘, she wasn’t done yet, enjoying the show, ‘dating men old enough to be their grandfather just so they could drive the latest jeep – ‘

‘ I see why you can never find a man of your own , sad bitch!’ for the first time Ireti had had the last word, and walked away feeling victorious not envisaging the accompanying Burberry bag thrown at her as it landed on her head and sent her crashing to the floor. Yet this outburst did not sink in that she was truly a bitter person.

The realization came three months later when a young man with an offensive confidence had approached her in her wind up air-conditioned car puffing away at a cigarette at the venue of a conference on the environment organized by the State government in which she had gone to represent her father’s company.

The fellow had tapped at her windscreen forcing her to wind down and told her politely with a smile that she was too classy for what she was doing and more over she was endangering the environment. He did not see the slap coming, forcing him to swallow his remaining words and turning his smile into a deep frown, then a smile and he tells her, ‘ my apologies’ then turned and walked away.

She felt cool slapping the commoner but unlike Ireti the way he had looked at her like a puppy trampled upon by its mother with the accompanying apology only made her feel awkward but apologizing is not her thing. Moments later when she entered the hall filled to capacity with the crème de la crèmes of the corporate and civil world, she was stunned to find that the man she had slapped forcefully was the speaker.

Every time she remembers that infamous incident, a grin always appears on her face.

Her train of thoughts were cut short by a resounding gun shots and a screeching car blockading theirs as two fierce looking men from the other car storm her direction, and force her out, leaving a bullet in her driver’s thigh and butting her cousin to unconsciousness. Nothing was going to steal her moment of joy from her, she reasoned, as she fought back but was soon overpowered with a stab from a syringe and she passed out.

**PRESENT DAY**

‘Hello’, someone spoke to her, and she knew she was not alone, ‘it’s a good thing you are alive’

‘Who are you?’, she asked frantically, in blindfold and coughing intermittently ‘and why do you have me tied up?’

She got no response.

‘talk to me moron, hope you know whose daughter I am, and you won’t get away with it’, still no response.

Then magnitude of the commotion the news of her abduction may cause her family, and husband to be suddenly hits her as she envisages the headlines, ‘Kidnappers put asunder to what God may never join together’

No one gave her relationship a chance, no one thought she could be tamed or quit smoking and that she might die lonely and miserable. Even she thought the same until that chance meeting with Gbenga at the conference.

He had received a thunderous ovation for his presentation, and she watched from afar as he was greeted by different people after the event. She thought of driving away quickly from the premises but as soon she ignited her car she discovered the will to drive was missing until she had done something. She turned the engine off and went to meet him, lucky he was alone.

He flashed her warm smile making her very uneasy, as he said, ‘you shouldn’t feel guilty for slapping nosy fellow? I deserved that slap –‘she started laughing

‘I didn’t mean to –‘

‘I am glad someone could finally slap my mouth shut, and by the way I am Gbenga … ‘, and she kept giggling like a school child at everything he said.

Months afterwards everyone around her couldn’t help but notice her pleasant disposition towards them, but something kept telling her that they did not fully trust the survival of the union. Not even her father, who has silently prayed for a nice man for his not-so-nice daughter.

He opined that the very pleasant Gbenga must be after something, but he had proved everyone wrong, and the only way nature thought of rewarding him was by abducting the very woman he wanted to spend his life with.

The door opened and she could hear foreboding footsteps draw closer.

‘Who are you? Please let me go’

‘Good she is not dead, you scared us’, and a man with a much stronger presence than the first guy replied her, ‘Now we are going to up the figure to 100 million naira’

‘One million naira?’ she shrieked.

‘it’s not your money, your father is willing to pay anything suffice he gets your back alive’

‘you should be ashamed of yourselves, for causing an innocent family misery’

‘shut up!’ this was the first time the man with the authority lost his cool, and she thought he was going to hit her, ‘you can only spell misery because you went to a good school, not because you have experienced it, in your mansion built by the blood of those your father has trampled upon, and if you don’t behave I will make sure you experience it’

As he walks away from the room she halts him.

‘Unless you don’t know about the disease called cancer, then I will advice you Google it’

‘You have cancer?’

‘And dying too’, she screamed at him, ‘how could you not sense it’

He was quiet for awhile, ‘but your family is rich and –‘

‘cancer has nothing to do with status as I have learnt, and now you understand the rich also cry’

She still remembered the doctor telling her she had cancer of the lungs when she had only gone for a minor check up on the persistent but not so threatening cough she had developed. Her world had stopped revolving.

He had told her that decades of research has demonstrated the link between tobacco use and cancer in the lung, larynx, head, neck, stomach, bladder, kidney, esophagus and pancreas. As he educated her she had wished Gbenga had come earlier in her life.

Gbenga had stood by her when she went for surgical treatment, and when she had barely received a bill of clean health, there had been complications and it was discovered that the disease had spread to other part of her body.

A different treatment had been recommended but still there wasn’t any improvement, and Gbenga had come up with an alternative one when he knelt before her in the presence of her family and asked her to marry him.

Tears cascaded her blind folded eyes as she remembered the feeling when she told him ‘Yes, I will’

‘Please let me go and say yes I will to the man who was has shown me that death cannot defeat love, and I promise you will get double your bargain price’

The kidnapper looked at her pitifully, unsure of what action to take, when he told his accomplice, ‘take off her blindfold’

 

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10 thoughts on “Tit For Tat” by thenaijaseer (@thenaijaseer)

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    topazo (@topazo): Head Wordsmith - 59095 pts

    Nice story…im actually looking forwrd for more…
    There were tense mix ups you need to fix though

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      thenaijaseer (@thenaijaseer): Junior Writer - 1433 pts

      @topazo thanks for your kind words, and for the tense mix ups, thanks for pointing it out, just observed it, will make adjustments … thanks again

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    Eletrika (@babyada): Wordsmith - 36476 pts

    Obviously, you didn’t go through this work even for a second time before it was published. What the heck? I thought this sort of work has stopped appearing on this site a long while ago. Besides, I don’t know you to be such a bad writer.

    Very long sentences, grammatical and typos everywhere, confusing plot…

    Please, I’ll advice you go through it again.

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      thenaijaseer (@thenaijaseer): Junior Writer - 1433 pts

      @babyada, you harsh o, but thanks for pointing out my shortcomings in this story, I guess I overrated my ability to make noticeable mistakes hence the rush to post the story without a thorough proof-reading, I am going through it again … and thanks for reading through and telling me the truth with vexation, it’ll will only help me get better, I appreciate, truly.

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        Eletrika (@babyada): Wordsmith - 36476 pts

        I wasn’t angry. It’s just that I was shocked, ‘cos I know you write better than this.

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          thenaijaseer (@thenaijaseer): Junior Writer - 1433 pts

          @babyada okay, thanks for the vote of confidence, l will try not to fall my hand again

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    Tola Odejayi (@TolaO): Wordsmith - 37168 pts

    @thenaijaseer, I’m afraid I have to echo @babyada on this, especially on the confused nature of the plot.

    Please pay more attention when writing – I’m sure you can do better than this.

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    thenaijaseer (@thenaijaseer): Junior Writer - 1433 pts

    @TolaO okay, I will henceforth, I am actually editing it now, and thanks for reading my piece

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    elovepoetry (@elovepoetry): Wordsmith - 34204 pts

    Nice story

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      thenaijaseer (@thenaijaseer): Junior Writer - 1433 pts

      @elovepoetry thanks

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