Must Read: *FATE_OR_MISTAKES*

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: *FATE_OR_MISTAKES*

***EPILOGUE***

That weekend, I was set to go back to my father’s house. After much persuasion from John to go with me so that he could assist in talking with my mum, I declined “I was going to convince her that I had turn a new leaf, do why come with a man?” I thought.

John gave me a ride from his house at Delta to Asaba park where I took a bus back home.
We said our Farewells. “If you beg your mother and she wpn’t allow you stay just run back to my house alright” John said when I was about to alight from his car. I turned and smiled “Thanks for taking care of me” I breathed trying to hold back my tears.

I was flabbergasted at the way I cry these days, even when I was pregnant I didn’t cry these much.

The driver dropped me in front of my gate, I paid and he drove off to take other passengers to their bus stop.

Staring at the gate, I lost all confidence of entering the house.

“Would she take me back?”
I rested my back on the fence, reminiscing on how she sent me out.

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“Mummy biko nu” (please) I begged in tears. “Gbayaram” (forgive me) I pleased with no avail. My mum kept pushing me out.

I was crying again, using my palm to wipe my tears, pacing round the gate.
“Mummy please forgive me, am still your daughter. No no no. Ehnn. mummy I beg you in the name of God. No no no.” I kept contemplating on what I would tell my mum when I finally summon the courage to go in.

I felt helpless within and squatted still resting my back on the fence. Twenty minutes gone and I still remained like that. I stayed under the hot sun very thirsty, I really wanted to run back to John’s house.

Click click. I heard someone opening the gate.

My heart ran to my mouth in fear.
“Nancy” Racheal gasped and ran to hug me. We hugged each other tightly for some minutes and she was beginning to cry.
“Am so happy to see you” she said when she finally withdrew from the hug. I nodded in response.
“Mummy said I should go and open the gate for you, she said you have been outside here for thirty minutes and she was wondering when you would eventually come in” Racheal said with a smile, held my hand and took me inside. I was very tensed.

My mother didn’t come out of her room that day. Racheal briefed me on what has been happening; how our mother changed her mind and has been sponsoring her education but still insisted she continued working because an idle mind is the devil’s workshop, how my mum and her went out to look for me on the streets but couldn’t find me and my mum almost ran mad. And so on. I just gave little remarks
“Ehen! Racheal where Is my phone?” I asked curiously.
“Phone wey I don turn to my own”she said laughing till tears started coming out of her eyes.

Hmm I don’t know how Racheal tends to want anything in my possession.

“Nawa for you sef. Always covetous of my belongings. Very soon you would start stealing my undies” though I was annoyed I just tried to say it in a jovial way.

“Stay there na. Who says I haven’t started wearing your underwears? Something that I have started using the fine fine ones” she replied as she entered another round of laughter.

What!!!

The next morning, I woke up but I couldn’t stand up from my bed. I was feeling sick, my body and the bed spread was soaked with sweat.

I fainted. . .

I opened my eyes later and found myself on a hospital bed. I saw my mum and Racheal staring at me with concern. I wanted to open my mouth to beg my mum but nothing came out.

“I woke up in the morning and entered your room to check on you but you la!d on your bed like a corpse. So I rushed to call mummy and we took you to the hospital. You have been unconscious since morning till now” Rachael narrated and I wanted to ask what was the time.
It was obvious they brought me here in the morning, mummy was putting on her yellow night gown but she wore a black jacket on it while Racheal was still putting on her pink Minnie mouse pajamas. The nurses came to attend to me, they gave me injections while Racheal went home to freshen up and bring food for me. Mum still stayed with me.

“Nwam” (my daughter)
“I have forgiven you” my mum whispered to me with a watery eyes.

“Where have you been?” She asked and I turned my face. (See who is doing shakara now)
Racheal came with coconut rice and fish, I ate like my existence depended on it.

“Good day ma” A tall handsome, well built doctor said interrupting our laughter.

Racheal was cracking jokes, I and my mum were laughing our hearts out, even though I haven’t really said anything.

I looked at Racheal and she looked at me too. “This is another doctor Mark” I thought while Racheal did the sign off the cross whispering “Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners. . .” I smiled, I bet she shares the same thoughts with me.

“What happened to my daughter?” My mother asked the doctor.

“I hope it’s not bellephobia” she whispered using her right hand to cover her mouth in a way that only us would hear her.

I and Racheal laughed.

“She is fine and good to be discharged now.

She just had a slight fever and her body system was weak, but I strongly advise that she should rest for two weeks” he replied with searching eyes, seriously trying to know why we were Laughing, perhaps he thought we were laughing at him.

“Mark is impotent and he would be confined to a wheel chair” I blurted out immediately the doctor left. “Blood of Christi” Racheal gasped covering her mouth. My mum was shocked too.


“He overused his manhood so God took it from him” she finally said. “But how did you know” she asked me “long story” I replied
“It is fate” Racheal said nodding her head.

“Mummy what is fate?” I asked curiously “well, I don’t know. Ask the person that said it” she replied “Have been reading books. Fate is a force that predetermines people’s destiny. What I don’t understand is, if fate can be changed or avoided” Racheal said deep in thoughts.
“I think it’s a mistake” my mum interrupted “if you had resisted the temptation at first, things won’t be like this and mark won’t end this way” she continued.


But I just kept wondering, is this FATE OR MISTAKE?

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Your sufferings of today would be a story tomorrow. Just be relaxed when facing tough times cause TRAGEDIES of TODAY would be told as a COMEDY TOMORROW.