MY WORST MISTAKE
‘This is not a case to be settled here on earth, the court to resolve it is high above the earth’ i said to myself as i stirred the tea well to allow the strange substance i added to it blend well.
Knowing him not to skip the warm tea he drinks before dinner for anything, i found it the best transport for him to the afterlife, where i would then meet him an hour later.
Temitayo William, my dear husband was the man i considered the best husband until three hours ago when i learn about his dirty secret. If not for our laundry man who came here to get the dirty clothes, i wouldn’t have found the skeleton he hid carefully well in his wardrobe.
I stared at the picture of the boy about three years old, who because my six years old marriage wasn’t fruitful would take over my father’s property which i gave fully to my husband. The name below the image reads ‘Olakunle William’.
Two hours later, he entered with his suit case firmly in his hand, i would have ran to him and rest my head on his shoulder while he would plant a light kiss on my lips but not tonight. I tried to hide the boiling anger inside me but it was to no avail.
‘Darling what is the problem?’ he asked when he noticed my face was deprived of the usual smile.
‘It’s nothing, i just had a slight head ache and i have sent two tablets of paracetamol to take care of it’ I lied.
He went inside to change and freshen up while i helped him microwave his ride to heaven, so he can enjoy it better. He came out later hiding something in his back.
‘My love close your eyes, i have a special gift for you’ he said putting on the charming smile he used to enchant me when we first met.
I did as he said and when i opened up, i was mesmerized to see him holding a teddy bear. For the first time in five hours i smiled. What a remarkable man he was? My mind quickly played the memories of all those romantic moments we have shared and my hot rage cooled down. Eventhough i still hate him for his betrayal, the urge to have him in the grave vanished from my mind. I realised also that i wasn’t ready to hitch a ride to heaven yet.
He took a seat at the dining table where i have laid the tea mug and a plate of fried rice for him. I prayed in my heart that he ignore his tradition today and eat the rice alone but my heart almost jump out when he raised the mug to his lip.
I was saved by his ringing phone which made him put down the mug and took his call. The call lasted for only a few seconds ending with the word ‘Thank you very much’ from Tayo. I asked who the caller was and he told me it was from his friend Lawrence.
A thousand volt hit my heart when i saw him lift the tea cup from the table again. He was about to dip his lips inside when i shouted.
‘Don’t drink it’. He stared at me with surprised.
‘Why? What is wrong?’ he asked.
‘Please don’t drink it, it has been poisoned’ i confessed.
‘Poisoned? By who?’ he asked.
Instead of answering the question i broke down on the sofa.
‘Answer me Kemi’ he barked.
‘I love you, did everything for you but yet you betrayed me’ i poured out.
He looked as if my words found no meaning in his ears.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked.
I pulled out the picture which was the source of my distress and shove it to him on the table.
‘Is that not him, your secret son, Olakunle Williams’ i said shooting accusing look at him.
He glanced at the picture and smile a little before changing his facial expression to a stern one.
‘So this is why you wanted to kill me? I never thought you could be this jealous. Can’t you see that this is my childhood photograph?’ he said showing me the picture.
‘Don’t fool me Tayo, this isn’t an old picture and Olakunle isn’t among the names i know’ i blurted refusing to give in to his lie.
He explained that the picture was the reprint of the old one he picked up when we went to visit his uncle at the village few weeks ago. He further stated that the name Olakunle was given to him by his late grandmother.
I didn’t believe him until he produced the old picture, it was then that i realised that i had made a terrible mistake. I went on my kneel pleading before him.
I wet his feet with my tears as i begged him continuously to forgive my mistake. He stood up and pulled me up.
‘Dear i have a confession to make, it wasn’t Lawrence that called me earlier. The call was from our family doctor, he told me you are three weeks gone’ he muttered.
His last three words kept ringing in my ears, indeed i went to the hospital last week when i wasn’t feeling fine and the doctor ran a few test but i never went for the result when i was fully recovered the next day. So my womb is carrying an issue? Thank you lord for preventing me from committing what would have been MY WORST MISTAKE.
Written by Oluwafunminiyi