My Roman god

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The first time I met him, butterflies flew in my tommy. My innocent eyes twinkled with all pleasure. Oh, this new neighbour of ours looks just like a Roman god, I thought in my childish heart. His strong, angular face was so handsome. I kept smiling at him.

He flashed strong white teeth at me, and I was completely lost.

The mirror became my companion after that. My room became my runway. I posed this way and that, just to choose the right look for my Roman god.

Compliments rolled off him like raindrops on a rainy day. I couldn’t get enough of his praises.

Mama noticed. She saw my swaying hips when I walked. She saw the light in my eyes when he got back from work.

Mama cautioned me. “Finish your secondary school, dear child.”

My ears were deaf to her. I had the opportunity to be cherished and nurtured by my Roman god. I couldn’t give it up for anything. It didn’t matter to me that I was in my final class in secondary school.

My heart was lost to my Roman god. When he requested for my purity, I consented.

His request came with promises of marriage, a better life with all my heart desired. A life away from Mama’s watchful eyes, away from Papa’s belt for every wrong, and away from siblings trying to prove themselves to the world. I chose the world with my Roman god.

All too soon, I became sick in the morning. Mama gave me drugs with great suspicion in her eyes.

When my sickness in the morning continued for days, I had to stand before the doctor to listen to the consequence of the request I granted my Roman god.

The atmosphere became charged, and fireworks exploded in the house.

My cheek became a drum set as Papa landed slap after slap on it.

Hot tears found their way down my cheeks. My mouth trembled as I told them who was behind my sickness in the morning.

My Roman god stood before my family, head bent in shame and told the truth.

My things were arranged in a Ghana-must-go bag, and I was sent away with my Roman god.

The compliments stopped coming. The smiles refused to form. The face of my Roman god could rival the solidity of Olumo rock.

The beast became a Prince for Beauty, but my own Prince became a Beast.

I became the reason for every mistake. I became a good spot where anger could be unleashed.

Believe me, Soul Sister, his anger was unleashed regularly, and my little body took it all in pain and regret.

Along came our little one, and my Roman god softened like baby lotion. It remembered so until SHE came around.

She was the new employee in his office. He was drawn to her beauty and intelligence like bee to honey.

He sang her praises to my sad ears. He pointed her qualities that I could never have to my frustrated face.

Was I educated? Oh no.

Was I intelligent? Oh no.

Was I smart? The answer you know.

Was I experienced? Ah, Soul Sister, no.

What was my contribution to the family expenses? Zilch!

I swallowed the bitter taste of truth down my closed throat like Yoyo Bitters.

Seasons changed, and my life changed.

My Roman god packed my things into the same Ghana-must-go bag and sent me back to my father.

Papa would not accept me. He told me to go to my husband.

My Roman god told Papa he never asked for my hand in marriage. Nothing was legal between us.

Oh, what shame!

Papa spat on me and called me names that only a useless daughter like me deserved.

Seasons have changed again, Soul Sister, and baby is growing. My life is just taking shape, but I just heard my Roman god is getting married to the woman of his dreams.

My fingers are on my lips in regret as I write. The tears in my eyes are telling the tale of my shame. I stirred my love when it was not time.

Dear Soul Sister, what should I do? Do I have the right to stop the wedding? What would be my lot now?

 

 

 

 

I do or I Don’t EP 11

The END!!!!!!!! Thank you for going on this journey with me. I love you.

Episode Eleven

Kade knelt beside her bed, her palms clasped together. She sighed. She was meeting with Pastor Daniel and Priye in church later that day. She had finally seen Priye for who he really was, and she had also realized the part she played in their abusive relationship. She had encouraged him to treat her the way he did because she allowed it. She accepted the blame for each argument they had. She accepted his apology easily without dealing with the real problem.

Her stay with Mrs Damini for some days had shed light on her true situation. She had been counselled extensively by her, and a friend of hers who had a prayer group for women. Everything had become clear to Kade. She had even been able to deal with her fear of what people will say. It wasn’t important. Her part was to make things right. She would start with making things right with God.

She had sinned by lying that God had spoken to her about Priye when all the while it was her flesh that pushed her to him. She wanted to be part of his success. She had also played God when she assumed her submission to Priye would change him. She should have known she had no power to change any man.

She let out a low sigh. “Dear Father,” she started “I’m so sorry for running after material things, instead of waiting on you. Thank you for giving me a second chance to allow you lead my life again.” She prayed for herself and for Priye. She prayed for strength to do what was right. She prayed that God will touch Priye and change him. She also prayed for other ladies facing the same challenge she faced with Priye. Some were already married and were finding it difficult to leave, even when there was grave danger to them and their children. Kade prayed for God to help them break the silence before it was too late for them and their children.

When she ended the prayer, she went about her daily routines quickly. She was thankful to God for a friend like Tari who never stopped telling her the truth. She was never carried away by all the flashy things Priye represented. Some other friends would have encouraged her to keep on with Priye since he met all her needs.

Kade shook her head. When she finally told Tari the whole story, her friend didn’t tell her ‘I told you so’, instead she held her and prayed with her. Tari offered her shoulder for her to cry on, and gave her a listening ear. It made her feel better than she had been feeling before then. Her friend did not condemn her. She was with her when she made the call to Pastor Daniel. Her final prayer was for all to go well that day. She wanted no confrontation with Priye.

Pastor Daniel kept to the time they agreed on. He met her in church five minutes after she arrived. He ushered her into his office. She settled into one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. He moved some books to one part of the table and placed his arms on the created space. They talked generally for a few minutes before Priye joined them. It was the first time they were meeting after the incidence. Two weeks for her to get over her shock. Kade looked at him. He looked haggard. His usual clean-shaven face was gone. In its place was a stubbly face. There were dark circles beneath his eyes. One part of the collar of his polo stood while the other was bent. She pitied him. She saw the man she hadn’t seen before: Priye, the troubled man.

“I’m sorry for coming late.” He said in a calm voice which was strange. Gone was his larger than life attitude.

Kade shook her head. She wouldn’t be fooled by his pretence anymore. He took the chair beside her in front of Pastor Daniel. She turned to say hello to him. He returned her greeting with a ghost of a smile. It was time to end it all.

“You said you had something to share with me, Kade.” Pastor Daniel said.

“Yes sir.” She nodded. She inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm her nerves. “I want to let you know, sir, that I won’t be continuing the relationship with Brother Priye.” She informed him.

Pastor Daniel gaped at her. Beside her, Priye said nothing. He just bent his head. “Why, Sister Kade?” Pastor Daniel asked.

Kade prayed for wisdom to relay her message. “You see, sir, I got it all wrong from the beginning. It wasn’t meant to be.” She said, clasping and unclasping her fingers.

Pastor Daniel considered her words for a while, then he said, “There is more to this, right?”

Kade gave a small nod. Before she could speak, Priye burst out in tears, looking frightened. He placed his hands on the table. “I didn’t mean to hurt her, sir. I just wanted the kind of relationship my parents had.” Kade and Pastor Daniel looked at him in confusion. He continued, “If only Kade was as submissive as my mother was to my father, I would never have beaten her.” His voice hardened a little.

“What?” Pastor Daniel gasped in shock. “You were beating her?” He asked in a tone of disbelief.

Priye looked away when he nodded. Pastor Daniel looked at Kade. “And you kept this all to yourself?”

“I didn’t want to destroy his image in church. I thought he would change.” Her excuse sounded foolish to her now. She didn’t need to look at Pastor Daniel to know he thought the same way too.

“That is nonsense, Sister Kade. You should not jeopardize your life like that. You should have said something.” He chided her. He faced Priye. “Brother Priye, Kade is not your mother. Hitting her is very wrong. The Bible admonishes us to respect one another. God didn’t give Eve to Adam as a punching bag. He gave her to him as a help meet.”

Priye started crying again. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want Kade to leave me. Don’t let her leave.” He pleaded.

Kade shifted her chair away from him in horror.

Pastor Daniel sighed. “Brother Priye, you don’t need Sister Kade now. You need help. You need to deal with the demons from your past, from whatever you learnt from your parents’ marriage. Until then, you can’t have any sister.” He told him in a fatherly tone.

Priye looked baffled. “Was I wrong to have hit her when she did not submit?” He asked, but went on without waiting for her answer. “Every time my mom tried to be a little bit less submissive, Dad will place her on the table in the living room, and flog her very well. Afterwards, she’ll say thank you to him, and they’ll be fine. Mom never talked back or threatened to leave him. They stayed together in peace until Mom went to the market one day and never came back. We looked for her for a long time. Dad cried. He never got over her disappearance. It was clear he loved her so much. I love Kade like that, and I want us to be like my parents.” He finished his story.

Kade jumped up from her chair. She looked at Priye like he was raving mad, and she believed he was.

Pastor Daniel looked at him with compassion. “Brother Priye, that is not the kind of love that Jesus has for us his children. He would not treat us like animals. He loved so much that he died for us, and called us his friends. What you witnessed as a child was a wrong kind of love. God never intended our marriage to be like that. Let me read Ephesians 5 to you.” Pastor Daniel picked up his Bible from the desk and read verses 28 and 29:

‘So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but cherishes it, just as the Lord does for the church.’

He closed his Bible and looked at Priye. “You can’t claim to love someone and delight in hurting the person. Will you like to cut yourself with a knife?” He asked. Priye shook his head. “That’s the way you should feel when you want to hurt someone you love, because it is like cutting yourself with a knife.” He touched Priye’s hand. “You need to learn the God-kind of love because you can’t give what you don’t have. Your heart is not ready for marital love. Let’s discover God’s love for us first. Let Kade go. Make yourself a better man.”

Priye turned to her with tear-filled eyes. “I’m sorry, Kade.” He said simply.

Kade felt a rush of compassion. “You will be fine, Priye. God will heal your heart.” She encouraged, then she turned to Pastor Daniel, “Thank you, sir.”

“It is well, Sister Kade. The Lord be with you.”

“Amen.” She answered.

As she walked out of the office, Pastor Daniel kept speaking to Priye. Much as she felt for him, she couldn’t resist the feeling of freedom that rushed through her.

“I’m free! I’m free!” She screamed when she got outside. Each step she took led her away from the bondage she brought on herself and to the future God had prepared for her.

 

THE END.

And it’s a wrap. I hope you enjoyed reading Kade’s story. Share the lessons you learnt from this story please. one more thing: We must break the silence, either for us or for someone we know.

Below is an excerpt of the story that will be on the blog soon. Wait for IT!!!

OLD FLAME

One

Time was against her. Ebika checked her wristwatch for the umpteenth time since she joined the ATM queue in front of Royalty Bank. She grimaced when she realized she had been on the queue for over thirty minutes. She tapped her feet impatiently. She counted the persons before her now. There were three persons left. She frowned deeply. It shouldn’t take long anymore, but the man making withdrawal at the ATM seem to be withdrawing for his entire family. People around started murmuring. The man remained unperturbed. He had his back to them, his broads shoulders raised confidently. Ebika finally lost her cool.

Putting up her best imitation of British English accent she called to him. “Hello, Sir. I hope you know there are people waiting on this queue to use the ATM.” She said. Heads turned towards her. She kept her face serious, adjusting her glassed a little. It wasn’t the time to count the number of persons she had charmed with her accent. “You should not remain there like it is your living room.” She added.

The man turned to look at her. When he didn’t turn back to the ATM after a few seconds, Ebika’s confident waned. What if he was a Professor or a Linguist? She pondered. Has he sensed my British accent was not the real deal? He must be someone important, she observed, looking him over. He was smartly dressed in a grey suit that hung perfectly on his lean but muscular body. His shoulders reminded her of wrestlers in WWE. She swallowed when she looked at his face. His beard was neatly-trimmed around his strong jawline. When her eyes met his, his was twinkling. A strange feeling crept up her body. There was something oddly familiar about him.

 

I do or I don’t EP 10

Happy reading, friends!!!!

Episode Ten

The woman she now knew as Mrs Damini took her to her house when she was discharged from the clinic the next morning. She called Tari to inform her of her whereabouts, but didn’t tell her the whole story. There would be time enough for that. She freshened up while Mrs Damini prepared breakfast. Once they were through with the meal, and she had taken her drugs, they delved into the incident that brought them together the previous night.

Kade rubbed her palms together. “I guess you are wondering how I got involved with someone like that.” Her voice trembled a little, marked with sorrow and regret.

Mrs Damini smiled, revealing a gap-tooth. “I’m not judging you. There’s always a story behind every occurrence.” She said in a friendly tone. “Tell me your story.” Her tone was encouraging.

And Kade did.

She told the story from the beginning. How her excitement about Priye’s proposal had gotten her to say yes without any spiritual conviction. All she had seen then was a secured future. She told the story of his volatile temper. How he would apologize after each physical and verbal abuse. How he made her feel like it was totally her fault. Finally, she told the woman what led to the beating that fateful night.

A tear rolled down her cheek and dropped on the table. She exhaled and straightened in her seat. “He could have killed me in his blind fury last night.” She said. A shiver ran through her at the thought of Priye beating her to death. She started crying. “I have been a fool all this while. I thought he would change. I thought he would change if I do all what he wanted, but it was never enough. He grew worse despite my submission.”

The woman pitied her. “Was that the reason why you didn’t leave him, because you felt he would change?”

Slowly, Kade nodded. “I was also worried about what people will say in church. I didn’t know how to tell our pastor that I wanted to break up with Priye. I was scared of telling them the truth. I was also scared of what Priye would do to me if I expose him in church where everyone assumed he was a saint.” She explained, sniffing. “And how do I repay him for all he has done for me. All these kept me in silence.”

“Listen carefully to me, Kade, we can never change a person on our own. It is not our job to change anyone, because that is God’s job. So you made a mistake from the start, fine, but that doesn’t mean you should spend your entire life paying for it, or pay for it with your life.” She took Kade’s hand across the table. “Even if it wasn’t a mistake, you should not keep feeling that all will be fine one day when it involves a threat to your life. Let me tell you, Kade, it wasn’t because you weren’t submissive enough or loving enough, Priye just has personal issues to deal with. And until he deals with them, he’ll continue be the way he is. You can’t help him. What he needs is professional and spiritual help. You can’t live your life to please people. Your parents should not make you stay in a relationship that will destroy you. Your pastor, friends have no say if such relationship will cause you great harm.” She sighed, a sad look in her eyes. “I wish I had the opportunity to know all this earlier.” She said.

Kade angled her head. “Know what?” She asked.

Mrs Damini rolled up her left shirt sleeve and revealed a rugged scar on her upper arm. Kade gasped. Her eyes flew to her in horror. A sad smile played on Mrs Damini’s face. “I got that from my husband. I stayed back so we could be one family for the children’s sake, but it was one big mess. All I wanted was for our children not to have a broken home. You see, I came from a broken home, and it wasn’t easy growing up that way. My mother was all we had and she tried her best. I wanted to help her. So when James, that’s my husband’s name, proposed to me immediately I finished university, I jumped at it.” She shook her head at the memory. She went to the sink and got a glass of water. She downed it all at once. She returned to the table to continue her story.

“We didn’t date for long. He was a contractor with shell so we hardly had time for each other. I didn’t mind. I just wanted to be married to someone who could take care of me. I discovered a little too late what mistake I had made. James had a penchant for perfection. His drive for perfection made me believe I could be an angel, his angel.” She let out a bitter laugh, running her fingers through her short hair. “But each time I showed myself to be human, the consequence was always disastrous. At the end, I got stabbed during one of his violent outrages. That ended our marriage of six years. Did I say marriage? No. Bondage of six years is the right description. My mother wept when everything became open. It became a family war. We’ve been separated for thirteen years now. Our two children are doing very well now.  I must say you’re fortunate, Kade. You haven’t said ‘I do’. I want you to do the right thing my dear, for your future and for your children. It’s time to speak up.”

Kade blinked away the tears that gathered in her eyes as she listened to Mrs Damini. The ball was in her court. She could choose to stay with Priye all in the name of crazy love and a secured future that may never come, or break her silence and be free.

Kade’s crossroad? Almost at an end.

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I do or I don’t EP 9

We’re getting close to the end, friends. find out Kade’s  fate.

Episode Nine

“Stop right this minute, young man. Don’t you dare hit her again.” The voice ordered.

Priye’s raised fist came down gradually. His face lost the anger from moments ago. Kade stayed where she was on the ground, whimpering. He blinked in surprise like he wasn’t sure what she was doing there. He bent before her. She jerked away from him.

“Young man, step away from her now, or I will call the police.” The voice spoke again, more forceful than the first time.

Priye turned to the stranger. The owner of the voice turned out to be a woman. In the dim street light, he couldn’t make out her face properly. She was a foot shorter than he was, but he could tell she was not someone to joke with. Her stance was solid just like a military officer. She looked him straight in the eyes. She didn’t look a bit intimidated by him. “This is just a simple lovers’ tiff, madam, please don’t interfere.” He told her.

She didn’t answer him. She just walked straight to where Kade was on the ground. “Are you alright?” The woman asked in a soft tone.

Kade shook her head. Her hand went to her lower lip again. It was swollen. She gazed at Priye above the woman’s head, then she shook her head again. “I just want to go home.” She said in a shaky voice.

The woman nodded in understanding. “I’ll take you home. My car is just across the road. Can you walk?”

“I’ll try.” Kade replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

Pain sliced through Kade’s body as the woman supported her to her feet. She winced when the woman touched her right hand. The woman looked at her with concern. “My elbow hurts.” Kade told her.

The woman nodded again. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She assured her again in a tone laden with emotion.

They walked slowly past Priye, and they both ignored him. Kade didn’t turn to look at him. He went on his knees in front of them, blocking their path. “Please forgive me.” He wept. “I don’t know what got into me, Kade. Madam, don’t take her away. My life will be ruined without her. I love her with all my life. Let me take her home.” His tone was intense.

All through his plea Kade looked away, praying the woman wouldn’t fall for his tricks. She needn’t worry as the woman assumed her military stance again. “Young man, you need help. Go and see a psychiatrist. For this lady with me, you won’t come near her.” She led Kade around him.

Priye held Kade by the legs when they walked past, causing her to stumble. “Don’t leave me, Kade. We’ve been through a lot. We can settle this. You know I love you. I’m sorry.” He pleaded.

Kade shook her head and released a sound that was part cry, part exasperation. The woman saw her anguish and kicked off Priye’s hands. They said no more to Priye. He stayed right there calling out her name. Not for once did she look back. All that kept replaying in her mind was her near death experience minutes ago. What would have been her case if the woman hadn’t showed up?

The answer crept up her chest. A sickened feeling came over her as she realized she knew the answer all along. She had known what could happen each time Priye was in one of his moods. She just didn’t want to admit it. The choice before her was either to do or not to.

The choice is before Kade. I wonder what she’ll do for real this time. Don’t forget to share your thoughts and share with friends.

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Baby Mama

I am at a crossroad

And I know not which way to go

I have waited long for this

And it is finally here

But the cost of this gift is too high for me to pay

For I know the Lord

The Lord will frown upon the high cost of this gift

How then do I do it?

Should I let go and start over again?

Start again! The mere thought scares me

At what age, Soul Sister, will I start again?

My flower isn’t blooming so much

While the brightness was flickering,

He saw me and declared his affection

Yes, affection towards the one who taught she would never have a man of her own.

The going was good, and the good became blissful

Then came the proposal.

Oh, Soul Sister, it’s a ring!

I sang my yes like the cuckoo bird.

But his condition dampened my elated spirit.

Give me a baby first he told me with a straight face

A baby? I left the ring hanging in my finger in shock.

My confusion was communicated to him through my look

For he said, smiling, let a baby grow in your womb for me

Then I’ll walk you down the aisle as a proud husband and father.

The Lord’s words on defiling the bed flew into my head.

I shook my head in disagreement

It’s our tradition, he informed me

My mother will never accept you without a positive result. His voice was sad.

But we belong to the Lord; Christians we are, I tried to reason with him

His eyes left mine. Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s so says the good book.

Appease Christianity and tradition, even the Lord understands, he said.

My objections fired at him like AK47

His eyes darkened like the clouds in an African thunderstorm

That is my stand, his voice thundered. I can’t compromise.

The burden of loneliness came upon me like a thick blanket.

I want to be married

I want my own man

So I promised to think and pray about it.

But, Soul Sister, what do I pray about?

What do I speak in the Lord’s ears?

What answer should I expect?

 

 

 

 

I do or I don’t EP 8

Welcome back, friends, to another time with Kade and Priye after an amazing break. Enjoy this episode

Episode Eight

Kade was extremely pleased with Priye’s change. She stopped walking around him on tip toes. It was obvious a good thing was happening to them. Days rolled into weeks and weeks into a month, and they spent it all in love and joy. No insulting word passed between them. She didn’t use her balm anymore. Tari noticed the change too. She prayed for God to keep it that way.

Priye already won the heart of many in their courtship class. He asked intelligent questions and made insightful contributions. She was so proud of him. Questions were always directed at him. They were the super couple of the class. It made her look forward to each courtship class.

She smiled broadly as she prepared for yet another class. She pressed her perfume behind her ear lobes. She sprayed a little on her wrists and rubbed them together. She sniffed the air and liked the fragrance. She straightened the collar on her simple black lace top. The top was properly tucked into her white pleated skirt, flowing around her knees. Her fair face was lightly powered. She picked a red scarf from her wardrobe to match her red sandal. She wound it around her neck. She looked herself over and gave an approving smile. She looked good, and she liked it. Priye liked her looking extra good for their classes. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left for the venue.

She took the stairs to their class when she got to the church premises. Some couples were already around. She greeted them cheerfully, and they responded the same way.

Priye was late. She dialled his number, but he didn’t pick the call. She tried it two more times before the class started. Her eyes went to the door severally. She was a bit worried since he didn’t tell her he would be late. They were thirty minutes into the day’s lesson when he stepped in.

He found his way to her and took the seat beside her. It was a class rule for each couple to sit beside each other. If either of the partner got to the class before the other, then he or she must keep a seat for the late partner. That was what Kade did. What Priye did wrong was taking the seat without being told to by the presiding minister. That was another class rule. Once you were more than ten minutes late to class, you must stand until you were told to sit down by whoever was in charge. Priye didn’t do that. He got a sharp rebuke from the minister in charge.

“Young man, please stand up.” The minister told him. “You can’t come in here whenever you like and sit down.”

Priye’s face hardened. He pushed the chair back and went to rest against the wall without an apology. The minster regarded him for a few seconds before turning back to the lesson. Kade turned to look at him and saw his defiant stance. Her forehead glistened with sweat. She started praying within her. Her prayer point was simple: let all go well today.

She felt her taut muscles relaxing when the class continued in peace. Just when she was feeling totally relaxed, another issue came up. Priye turned off the industrial fan that was meant to make the class conducive.

The minister fixed him with a stern look. “Why did you switch off the fan?” He asked, setting his manual down.

“I couldn’t hear you.” Priye replied nonchalantly.

“Then you could have moved away from there.” The Minister told him.

“You asked me to stand, where do you expect me to go?” he stated in a rude tone.

Soft gasps echoed in the room. People started whispering all around the room. Kade placed her head on the table to hide her shame.

“Please leave this class. When you’re ready to learn, you come back.” The minister fired at him.

Priye hissed and walked straight out of the class without an apology. Kade prayed for the ground to open and swallow her up. This was her biggest embarrassment so far. She felt the pitiful stares of those around her. Even the minister looked at her with pity.

How she survived the rest of the class, she didn’t know. Once the class ended she took to her heels. She didn’t even look back when someone called to her that the minister wanted to see her. She would rather see him when she was not filled with so much shame.

She took the stairs in twos, flying away from her place of shame. It was dark when she got outside. The light evening breeze cooled her a little. She walked out of the church premises to wait for a cab by the roadside. Only a few persons moved on the road or stood waiting for cab like her.

She rubbed her left arm, feeling cold. Cars sped on the smooth road. None stopped. The trees around cast an eerie shadow on the dimly lit road. Just when she was thinking of walking away from the bus-stop to the filling station a few steps away, a car drove straight and parked in front of her. It was Priye.

He asked her in, and she did. He drove a few minutes away from the bus-stop, right past the filling station. He moved down to a more deserted part of the road and parked.

“Why did you stop?” She asked him, looking around. She saw no one around. Across the road was an estate and the gate was locked. Trees lined the side of the road where Priye parked. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.

Priye was not bothered by her discomfort. “Why didn’t you leave when I was sent out of the class, Kade?” He asked, scowling.

Kade looked at him like he had gone mad. “Why should I leave?” She replied in bewilderment.

Her answer did not please him. It seemed to fuel whatsoever was raging within him. “You say you love me, yet you allowed that man insult me like that. You couldn’t even say a word in my defence. When I was finally humiliated, you sat back to enjoy my humiliation, right?” He bawled at her, pinning her with angry eyes.

Kade shook her head. “This is madness, Priye, total madness.” She retorted. “When you realize what you did today, then we’ll talk. I’m going home to cool off.” She opened the door and stepped out. Priye stepped out at the same time and blocked her path. “Let me go, Priye. We are both not in the right frame of mind for a reasonable discussion.” She pushed him. He didn’t bulge. She turned the other way and fled. She wasn’t fast enough because Priye caught up with her easily. He grasped her shoulder. “You’re hurting me, Priye. Let me go please.” She said in a panicky tone.

Priye’s face was dark with fury. “You want to walk away from me because I have troubles? You won’t leave me.” He sent her flying to the ground with a backhand.

Kade landed on the hard ground with her right hand. Pain rippled through her. She tasted blood in her mouth. Her hand went to her lower lip. It was bleeding. Priye moved menacingly towards her where she was on the ground. She crawled away from him. “Please don’t do this, Priye. Don’t let the devil use you.” She begged.

He gave a wicked laugh. His face was twisted with hatred. Kade saw him clearly. She knew this was beyond the push, grasp and insults. Priye was mad. She looked around. No one was still around. The place was still as deserted as she observed minutes ago. Hope set in the next second when a car stopped in front of the estate gate. She didn’t mind that the wind would make it difficult for her to be heard. She would have to try her luck, instead of enduring Priye’s beating. She screamed out her lungs. “Help! Somebody Help!”

He saw the car too. He rushed to her quickly and picked her up like a heap of clothes. He landed a punch to her mid-section. She doubled over as the pain shot through her body. She started coughing. Priye bent over her. She steeled herself against his blow. It never came. Instead, a voice ordered him to stop.

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