Richard looked from his father to his mother in
utter amazement and shock. He could not believe
his eyes. After roaming the estate and road, he
had come to the conclusion that it was high time
he forgot about the past and move on. He
afterwards went about finding out where his
mother lived. He did not call his father; neither
did he call Tunji or anyone who could probably
inform her because he wanted to catch her
unawares in order to know the state she was in. He
reached into his pocket to fetch his phone only to
find it empty with only his wallet. Not willing to
go back home without reconciling with his mother,
he went to a business centre, bought a thousand
naira card in the attendant’s phone, used it to
make a few calls and left without even using #100
worth of the card. He got the address and set out
to search her out. He had admitted to himself that
Belina was right and that he truly needed his
mother. There is always a place a mother occupies
in the heart of a child.
Richard shook his head in regret as his annoyance
started showing up in full velocity. He still could
not believe that his father could have anything to
do with her despite all that she did to him.
“What are you doing here richard?” Mr. Branson
asked looking uncomfortable.
Richard slowly turned his gaze to his father. “I
should be asking you that father. What the hell are
you doing here with this… woman?” he asked
shifting his gaze back to his mother.
“c’mon Richard, respect her. She is your mother”
“respect. Respect? No. I can NEVER respect her.
NEVER. You should not even be the one telling me
this, dad. Did she respect you when you were
struggling to make her happy? No. Did she respect
you when she brought various color of guys to your
matrimonial bed? No. (Laughs bitterly). Did she
respect you when she slapped you in front of her
stupid sex partner when you caught them red-
handed? No. Talk of me? she never respected me
once; not once. Now don’t talk to me about respect
because I am sure she does not know what it
means”, Richard said.
Mr J. Branson hadn’t forgotten all these but
hearing it again made it even more painful. He
could not say anything again as he stared into
space remembering that day. His world had been
shattered into pieces when he saw his wife with a
fat white haired man. He had just come back from
a trip, a bit earlier than he had proposed because
the business did not fall into place. He got to the
entrance of the house and met his son crying. He
asked why he was there but he did not respond,
trying to stop him from entering the house. He
neglected Richard’s advice and let himself in with
his key. On entering, he saw clothes all over the
sitting room and his temperature increased as he
began to get the picture of what he might see. He
entered the room and the sight before him almost
drove him mad instantly. He wanted to be sure he
had seen correctly so he closed his eyes hoping that
he would see something different when he opens
them but his eyes were forced open with a very hot
slap by Loretta. She was stark naked just like her
partner who sat down at the edge of the bed
looking like a fat pig. She had pushed him out and
locked the door to continue her act.
As he remembered all these, fresh tears flowed out
of his eyes and he left the room quietly. Richard
looked at his mother with contempt written all
over him. Tears threatened but he held them at
bay; he hadn’t cried for a long time and she would
not be the one to change that.
“you know, I actually came here to settle the rift
between us now, I don’t care about that anymore.
You are just an opportunist and a shameless whore.
I am ashamed I came out of you. Get a life and
leave my father alone cos he has a respectable
wife”, Richard said through gritted teeth and
turned to leave.
“No Richard, please. I am sorry”, she said pleading
Richard turned at the entrance. “Yes. You should be
sorry. Sorry for yourself”, he said and stormed out
of the apartment.
Prisca woke up to the ringing of her phone. She
looked at the phone and was a bit surprised but
after checking the time, she saw that it was past
nine. They always had the habit of sleeping early
ever since she got married to Tony.
“What’s up girl?” she asked immediately she
“Prisca…” Belina said over the receiver with a
Prisca became fully awake in an instant. “What is
the matter Bell, have you been crying?”
“Richard is not back yet, is he over there?” she
“what do you mean he is not back yet? He is not
here. Have you called him?” she asked. Tony was
already awake, staring at her curiously. She put the
phone in speaker and Belina’s voice filled the room.
“he left the phone in the room and I have been
calling him up until I went into the room and saw
his phone there. Since he left, he hasn’t returned.
I am scared something might be wrong with him”,
she said obviously crying.
“relax honey, he’ll be fine. We would –”she was
saying when she suddenly heard ‘richard’ over the
phone and the phone went dead.
I stared at Richard as he entered. He was obviously
very angry but I didn’t give a damn. He did not
notice my tears and I wiped it off immediately.
“where are you coming from sir?” I asked
He rubbed his palm on his head. “see, I can’t
explain anything now?” he responded
I was taken aback. “You can’t what? You better
start explaining. How dare you leave the house in
the middle of an important celebration in our lives,
come back this late and give me that crap? Do you
know how worried I was? I called how many times?
Let me check… 42 times, only to find your phone
inside and now you tell me that you can’t explain
anything now?” I lamented.
“Alright, sorry. Are you ok now?” he dropped coldly
and stormed into the bedroom. That only made me
angrier. My anger increased several degrees but I
kept it inside. My tummy was screaming for food
but my mouth was not ready to accept anything.
This is a thing that occurs whenever I am angry.
I entered the room and started changing my
clothes. Richard was in the shower and I did not
care because I was in no mood to have any bath at
all, besides, I took my bath before the party began
and I did not dance or do anything that would
warrant another bath. The anniversary was just a
I wore a nightie and got into my side of the big
bed. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and
switched off the bedside lamp. I closed my eyes as
tears flowed down my cheeks. I pinged Prisca,
telling her not to worry that Richard was already
back, switched off my phone and placed it beside
I heard the shower go off and Richard step out. I
pretended to be asleep but I knew that Richard was
not easily fooled. The light came and I felt him
seat in front of me.
“sweet heart. Lina” he called but I did not
respond. He gently kissed my checks and went to
the other side of the bed to sleep. More tears
slipped out of my closed eyes unhindered as I
remembered all the events of the day.
I woke up with a banging head and a rumbling
stomach. It was like my head was being hammered
and would be shattered in any minute. I looked at
the other side and saw Richard sleeping soundly. I
stood up and went into the kitchen to fetch a pack
of juice. I poured myself a glass of juice and drank
it at a go. I took part of the food from yesterday
and put it in the microwave. I poured myself
another glass and sipped. In no time, I was eating
at the table in the kitchen. I was so famished that
I did not notice Richard’s presence.
“I am also hungry”
I was startled on hearing his voice but I gained
composure almost immediately.
“Good morning”, I said and stood up to fix him
something. We would be preparing for church
anytime soon and I was already envisaging a very
long day now that I did not plan to talk to Richard.
I ignored his ‘how was your night’ reply and
focused on what I was doing. I put the food in the
microwave and I turned only to find Richard right
in front of me.
“Allow me” I said staring past him but he did not
give in. I stared into his eyes with a renewed
anger propelled by the remembrance of his cold
utterances the night before and repeated my earlier
Richard closed the distance between us and covered
my mouth with his in a deep long kiss. My anger
just seeped out of me with each passing second.
When we broke the kiss, he looked into my eyes. “I
am sorry. I should not have behaved the way I did
yesterday, I was just so angry at the moment” he
I pounded his chest in a play-like manner and said,
“don’t you ever do that. You really got my blood
He smiled softly and kissed me again and the sound
of the microwave separated us. We laughed, ate our
food and prepared for church. The headache was
nowhere to be found when we were through.