Beautiful Colors of Sin: 23

One of the babies turned in Marvin’s direction as he walked into the hospital room. Sandra, Sean and Bimbo were the only people there and they greeted Marvin as he came in.

“This particular baby does recognize you, Marvin,” I said.

“He should, I’m his proud dad after all,” Marvin replied.

“So how did it go with the headmaster?” I asked as Marvin sat with the little baby in his arms. He told us what the headmaster said.

“He wouldn’t dare. He’ll have me to deal with. No one expels my boys because of their status,” I said as I adjusted my seat. Marvin and Sean exchanged knowing glances and Marvin smiled.

Sandra took the car keys from Marvin and started to park my things into the car with the help of Sean.

“My parents will be coming over this evening to see their new grand-children. They’ll be coming with the boys,” Marvin said as we drove to my house.

“You missed Harry, he was just here. He promised to come again though,” Sandra said.

“Oh, that’s a pity. It will be nice to see him again after such a long time. How is he treating you?”
Sandra and Marvin chatted from then onward about married life with Harry.

Sean and I just listened as they did. It was a very refreshing conversation for me. I just sat down relaxed and let it all drift into my ears. I had my three best people in the whole world there with me, what more could I ask for.

We decided to have a simple wedding with just the immediate family and friends in attendance and three weeks later, I became Mrs. Alice Atolagbe. We were so happy together, Tunmise and Tomiwa were glad to have a new mother after their real mother’s death. They loved Ayomide & Ayomikun so much and were always fighting to carry the small boys.

A year later, Sandra had her first child, a girl they named Ezinne. Timmy had since settled back in London and got married to a pilot also based in England. Sean finished school and came back to Nigeria for his internship. He lived in my house, after I moved to my husband’s house.

I started an NGO and opened an orphanage for abandoned babies and orphans living with HIV. I became fully involved in the anti-stigmatism of AIDS patients and became quite popular for my fight for the course. I held and organized seminars for HIV/AIDS patients. Tunmise and Tomiwa became active speakers in kids’ seminars and forums.

We spent a lot of money on their drugs to keep them as healthy as possible. My life was now around and about the virus and curbing its menace. I learnt about Brenda and her involvement later as she decided to help me run my awareness campaign in South Africa.

I was always on television and it was one such program that almost made my kids loose their larynx one day from shouting with excitement. It was an interview I did with a very popular television host.

“Mummy! You are on now!” yelled Tomiwa from the sitting room.

“Come quickly,” Tunmise added with glee.

“Is that so? Did you have to shout?” Sean cautioned as he walked into the room with Brenda behind him.

“Uncle Sean!” the boys yelled and ran to hug Sean with the toddlers’ right behind them. Sean hugged the older boys and tossed Ayomide and Ayomikun up in the air one after the other amidst loud baby talks.

“Brenda!! It’s so nice to see you again,” I said as I walked into the room from the kitchen. “When did you arrive?”

“I got here yesterday. I wanted to surprise you,” Brenda replied as she came over to hug me. “Where is Uncle Marvin?”
I smiled when she said this, she never understood why we called people uncle or aunty when they are not related to us, Sean must be mking greaat influence.

“He is not back from the office,” Tomiwa answered and I took Ayomide from Sean and I bundled the other one as he scurried to hide, and took them up for the afternoon nap amidst cries.

“I won’t let you turn these ones into monsters like you did those two,” I said to Sean from the stairs. Jumai brought drinks for the guests and I told Uncle Sam to start dinner.

Sean made a face at me and led Brenda into the main sitting room. I joined them later after sending the older boys away to do their homework.

“How are you? How are the boys doing?” Sean asked as he sipped his Chapman.

“Well, they are doing well. We are still concerned about them but we are coping.”

“I’m sure we’ll have your love all through the rest of our short lives,” Brenda said and hugged me and I smiled. She had taken up my project in South Africa; which she said was for personal reasons. She was a brave woman who stood her ground when the going gets tough.

“The drugs are becoming more expensive. They worked better for Tomiwa than Tunmise. Simisola said it was because of the difference in their body structure,” I said and learned back in my seat, “But it usually worked eventually.”

“That is nice to know,” Sean replied.

“They were facing life as they should. They even hard their own talk shows on the television called “Make a Difference” I’m so proud of them,” I concluded.

8 thoughts on “Beautiful Colors of Sin: 23” by Tai Fasina (@Tai)

  1. Wow @Tai you write very effortless as in so easy to read this part.

    Well am glad the twins are doing okay. It sounded as if this was the conclusion at some parts buy they you picked it up again.

    Good job

    1. Don’t mind my typos abeg. Blame it all on my phone.

    2. Tnx dear. I appreciate

  2. @Tai, still unfolding well, just wondering how long you’re taking us for the reading ride……………..

    1. Soon enough honey. Tanks for reading.

  3. Nice nice ending. Good work. Except for some typos.

  4. mking greaat ?

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