A Treasure Lost

A TREASURE LOST

There i was, standing opposite the yellow bungalow house doing nothing but contemplating whether to go in or not. I stared at the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the one i seek but saw nothing.
Why am i even looking for her after what has done to me? The news of her sudden marriage had left me devastated when i was told, i had felt as if she had sold
out a portion of my heart.
Although my instinct urged me to turn back but eventually my heart won. The door bell rang melodiously when it felt my touch. I waited for a reply but i didn’t hear one until the fifth time when a feminine voice spoke from the inside.
A few minutes later, when the door was opened, i was stunned by the sight i behold, the figure standing before me was that light skinned damsel who i had sworn to walk down the aisle, adorned with an extravagance attire. Her charming smile which i have missed so much was no where to be found, instead she wore marks of all sort which got me wondering if she had an encounter with a wild animal.
The surprise on her face was enormous when she saw me, we stood staring at each other for seconds before i broke the silence. ‘Hello Fatima, it’s been ages’ i greeted.
‘Oh Segun, is this really you? When did you came back?’ she shot arrows of question at me which i answered diligently before i was ushered in.
‘Why did you break the secret vow of love we had Fatima?’ i asked looking into her pale face.
She ignored my question and went inside. She came back moments later with two cups containing a bluish liquid and offered one to me which i rejected.
‘Please answer my question lady’ i said with a boiling blood.
She gently placed my cup of liquid on the table and took a seat. She motioned for me to do the same.
‘Am very sorry for what happened Segun, it wasn’t my fault’ she said fighting back the tears in her eyes.
‘Then whose fault is it?’ i roared.
‘Come on Seg, you know how much i love you. I was determined to wait patiently till you come back but my parents forced me to get married. They had me drugged and raped by Michael, their ‘mr right’, when they found
it difficult to convince me’ she paused a little.
‘That rape resulted into a pregnancy, which left me no choice but to be his bride’ she confessed finally letting the tears flow.
The anger in my heart vanished, replaced with sympathy for her. I went to where she sat, pulled her
up from the chair and gently wiped off the tears with the
back of my hand. One thing led to another and we found ourselves locked in a highly passionate kissing game, the one i had dreamed of while i was away. It took a few seconds before she came back to her senses and halted the game.
‘Its too late now, i am married with two kids’ she pulled
herself away from me.
‘You should go now Segun, my husband will soon get back. I pray you find a new lover’ She said after glancing at the wall clock.
I left with heavy heart, so melancholic that my valuable
treasure was stolen from me. But whose fault was it, was i not the one who travelled and left my queen alone? But it wasn’t my pleasure to go on such a journey.
My thought flowed in all direction like the ocean, i was too deep in thought to notice the havoc an incoming Crv jeep was about to wreck until it was too late. I managed to dock by the road side but that didn’t prevent the mud
splashed by the vehicle from staining my trouser. I cursed bitterly but it doesn’t seem the driver knew ofmy existence.
Suddenly i felt my hand was strangely free unlike when i was going to her house. My mind
quickly went to my traveling bag which i had left on the chair when we were having a tete-a-tete. I turned back and started making my journey back to her house.
When i got there, i was shocked to find the same car which had molested my trouser neatly parked in the front of the house. While still wondering about the car, my attention was drawn to the scream coming from the house. I quickly dashed toward the door and opened it. The sight i witnessed when i got in was outrageous. I found my precious jewel on the floor being assaulted by a man i presume to be her husband. As courtesy demands, i rushed toward the man and tried to stop him from kicking life out of her but he yanked me away and continue with the beating. I became furious and launched a mighty blow on him. He fell down but stood up moments later and came at me with a broken glass cup. I knocked out the weapon
from his hand and broke one of his fingers.
I began kicking him as he had done with my Jewel until she
begged me to stop. I eventually stopped but promised to come claim his life if he ever lay a finger on my Fatima and with this, i took my bag and walked out of house.

‘If i wasn’t conscripted into the army, i wouldn’t have lost my jewel to an insane fellow’ i thought as i walked my way back home.

Written by Oluwafunminiyi
Komolafe



4 thoughts on “A Treasure Lost” by Oluwafunminiyi Komolafe (@Niyopumping)

  1. Eyah! she is married and has 2kids now so you have to leg go. what could have led the man to beating Fatima? your bag? she’s in more trouble as you have dealt with the husband. Hmmmm!

  2. I’m sure that her parent gave her to the man because of money,not thinking about the consequence

  3. @folamide: Sure they do, that is what poverty does.
    ‘Money make a man’s moral compass go haywire’
    @Shovey:The man will first consider his life before touching her and come to think of it, he has a broken finger i think it will take time for him to lay his hand on anyone.
    Thanks for the comments.

  4. Hmmmm this is so sad n pathetic

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