Binta is Pregnant!
When Binta shared the news with me, I was so certain I was dreaming. Everything finally made sense, no wonder she had not been interested in me, she was clearly going through changes. I knew all that love making we did on holiday would pay off! According to my calculations, she was 4 months pregnant at the time she broke the new. I breathed a sigh of relief when a dating scan we both went for confirmed this. I was able to get the thought of her cheating out of my head. Yes, I feel awful even saying it, but since we got back, this woman has not had sex with me, so excuse me for feeling there may have been another man in the picture. That doesn’t matter anymore though, we are having babies. The dating scan also revealed two babies in her womb.
After the scan, I picked her up and swung her round. She was so pleased, she planted a kiss on my lips and I was so glad. I felt a sense of a new beginning, we finally get a chance to start all over again. Although we did not make love that night, we attempted to, which was a huge step forward, but it just didn’t work. I was happy she gave it a go and was able to satisfy me in other ways.
Binta was about 36 weeks pregnant when she started having nightmares that made her talk in her sleep. On this particular night, I heard her mutter the words “They raped me”. I did not know what to make of this statement so I asked her as she slept “Who raped you”. She said “Bo”. I tried to get more information, but she was no longer responding to me and went back into deep sleep. When she woke, I did not want to bring up the matter again. What Binta had said, had been going through my mind since that day.. I started to wonder if what Binta said had some truth in it. It was way too convenient for it to be untrue, we both knew someone by the name of Bo, it added up too much to be untrue. I recalled what I heard Bo say in the bathroom, I recalled how long I looked for her after we fell out, I recalled how devastated she was when I eventually found her, and I recalled how she would jump every time I tried to make sexual advances towards her after that evening. I thought about this for months and months and each time things felt a lot clearer to me. The more I thought about it, the more guilt I had, if I had not reacted in that manner to her, she would not have stormed off. Secondly if I had knocked Bo’s lights out, he would not have been so brave to rape my wife.
“Guy, should I go back to the place and find the guy” I asked my good friend Steve. “When you find him, what do you want to do?” Steve responded
“Kill him now”
“Kill him ke, have you ever killed an animal? In your house, who kills the Goat for Christmas, na you”
“Steve I beg, what’s all this jamb question you are asking me”
“I am trying to get you to be realistic, you are not capable of killing anyone” “So what do you think I should do”
“I think you should pay someone to do it, someone that will do it while you watch and hear them confess, this one na jungle justice matter, show dem say na Naija man wife they mess with”
“Steve you dey craze, wetin dey worry you, I was even quiet because I thought you wanted to say something useful” Marcus interrupted.” How will you ask him to kill somebody?”
“I know you sef, no get sense” Steve snapped back
“See Nnamdi, what is done is done and I feel for you, but you have children to think about now, if you go and commit such a crime and they lock you up, who is going to raise the kids you waited so long for?, Guy please lets us be sensible here. In my opinion you need to confront Binta and ask her and if she confirms it, you guys should seek counselling”
“The woman seems over it now, she is back to normal, what if I ask her and dig up old wounds again” Nnamdi asked.
When mama put the phone down on me, I was convinced my life was over. This woman had finally gotten her way, it was time to leave the whole entire country. If Nnamdi finds out that there is a possibility these children are not his, only God knows what will happen. I tried to ring her back a few times, mama did not pick the phone. With every disconnected call, I put a blouse in my suitcase, It was definitely time to elope. Finally she was ringing back, I picked the phone after only half a ring.
“Sorry my daughter the phone cut and we kept missing each other”
“It’s okay Mama”
“Ehen, oya tell me, who do those kids belong to”
“Mama what do you mean”
“Why won’t you ask me, ehn, why won’t you ask me what I mean, it because you don’t know, that’s why you are treating me like this”
“Mama I don’t understand”
“If they didn’t teach you at home, I will teach you now, you see those twins, are my children, they belong to their father’s side, not your side. Since I travelled, you have not had the decency to pick the phone and have them call their Grandma. But my sources tell me they speak to your mum everyday”
My heart that previously felt like it had a rope around it felt free. I slowly started to unpack my suitcase that was almost full of my belongings at this point. I laughed at mama and said,
“Haba Mama I am so sorry, we tried to ring you, but it did not go through, let me go and wake your children so they will talk to you. Mama I know they are your children oh, ah you are their mother, their grandma and everything else, no one can contest your position in their lives” I wiggled my nose after the statement and rolled my eyes. This woman has psychological issues, as far as I was concerned, but it’s only a fool that picks a fight with her mother in-law.
I put the kids on the phone for Mama, so she could take her psychotic ways off my mobile phone and allow me to unpack my suitcase and soak in a much needed tub of Sarayahs Lavender infused creme bubble bath. God knows I needed just that, after the workout my heart just had.
GRUESOME DEATHS IN PARADISE
A few days after this, I had been surfing the web when I came across a news article that read “Gruesome Death in Paradise”. On reading the article further, I found that this paradise was the exact same location Nnamdi and I had gone on vacation. This made me read the article faster, I quickly found out that Bo and 2 other men were the victims of this crime. His full-name was Boheme Myers, he was described in the article as a hardworking employee of the hotel and very much loved by the hotel staff and guests at the hotel. I rolled my eyes and said “Fucking Lies”. Apparently, they found the bodies of the men mutilated on the beach. This article did not spare details, there were pictures of the bodies, penis’s cut off, stab wounds, eyes had been gouged out, it was so gruesome, I had to squint as I read the article. It was said that the killer or killers had cut off the penis of each of the men one by one and shoved it down the throats of the others and had also cut their nipples off. So each man chocked on the penis of the other guy. I was so convinced that it had to do with rape, because of the parts of their bodies that had been mutilated. In my head, I was sure that they either tried to rape the wrong group of ladies or they had raped the wrong lady. Maybe a mob wife or something, nevertheless the article made me smile and jump for joy. In the middle of my mini celebration, I felt so much guilt for being so happy about what I had just read, I felt that, I was disconnected from the part of me that felt empathy. It’s like that section of my brain was shut down completely, one second later I was back to celebrating. I even said a prayer for the perpetrator, so that he, she or they would not get caught. I also prayed to God to save Bo and his friends the VIP lounge in the pit of hell. I just wanted to share the news with someone, I wanted to call Nnamdi to tell him, but I knew I couldn’t, it’s not information you give over the phone as he had been on a month long business trip. I finally felt that justice, although the type I wouldn’t have chosen for them was served. I felt that, they got to feel how scared I felt on that day, they got to feel how powerless I felt. Although they did not kill me, they killed my spirit and have possibly left me with 2 lifetime proofs of what they did that I have now come to love. They probably did not deserve to die like that, maybe just torture then imprisonment, I don’t know, why I am pondering this, they are dead and I did not do it, that’s why I should celebrate Karma for having the backs of all their victims. I decided that when Nnamdi got back, I would come clean about what happened. I knew this meant that, he would ask for a DNA test for the twins, I intend to sway him from this, as those kids have turned our dark sadness into so much joy and happiness. They brought with them so much wealth and happiness. However, in this moment, I was ready to stop living a lie. This is the perfect push to a brand new start.