EPISODE 21 (GRANDE FINALE)
Ronke and Pastor Adetutu arrived at the massive
building which obviously belongs to Chief Rammon.
All through the extensive drive from Abuja to
Lagos, Ronke hadn’t been able to stop her racing
heart. She was exceedingly grateful to have the
pastor with her. She had explained everything to
her pastor who had encouraged her to meet the
man to confess and give him the remaining money.
It had been so simple earlier: arrive at the house,
kneel down and cry till she is forgiven and walk out
with a light heart and a peaceful smile. Now,
staring at the gate, she doubted it would be that
They were let in by the house help and seated at
the reception while the girl went in to call the
chief, they were lucky to meet him at home. Chief
Rammon took one look at Ronke and yelled. He was
in front of her in a flash, lifting her with his arms
and shaking her like a ragged doll. “You this thief.
You have the guts to show your filthy face here.
We are going to the police station now” he yelled.
Pastor Adetutu tried to break his hold and finally
succeeded after almost two minutes.
His wife appeared before they knew what was
happening. “What is going on here?” she asked.
Obviously, the chief hadn’t told his wife the truth
about what happened. The money Ronke stole had
caused serious financial crisis and they had to sell
three of their properties and withdraw almost
everything in the family account to pay off the
debt. He ranted the lie he had told his wife
months ago; that Ronke was the one he had given a
lift in his car who stole his briefcase. Ronke
yelled, stating the fact that everything he said
was a lie. She narrated everything that had
happened even though the chief tried to cut her
shut every now and then. The wrath of his wife
turned to him immediately, and for a while, she
and the pastor could as well be invisible because
they just sat there looking. The pastor settled the
raging war between them in order to face the
reason why they came.
Ronke knelt down and pleaded. She presented the
remaining money. After explaining all the events in
her life right from the time she was born; how
that she never knew her parents and that she was
picked up from the dustbin by a good woman who
later died when she was ten, everyone became
soft-hearted. She explained that she had since
then learnt to survive on her own, depending on
men for her food, hereby becoming a harlot since
she had no certificate to tender anywhere apart
from her school cert. The pastor intervened and
explained how she had become born again and had
since then stopped spending the stolen money. God
used the wife who stated that if her husband gets
the girl arrested, she would also file for a divorce.
Ronke left the house, not only forgiven and light-
hearted but also with some money to start a small
The silence that greeted the gun shot was deadly. I
was not seeing well, my face was blurry and
everyone seemed to have frozen in their various
positions. Slowly, like in all those action movies I
usually watch at times, I watched as the gun
slipped from Oyinade’s hand and landed on the floor
with a thud. The fact that no one was talking
made the sound louder than usual. Just then,
Richard, who had covered me, left my arms to look
at what was happening. Suddenly, I was seeing
clearly and what I started seeing became confusing.
Oyinade slipped to the floor in pain as she
grimaced. She hadn’t even pulled the trigger when
she felt a searing pain go through her. Someone
emerged from the croud, gun in hand. I looked at
the man as I remembered when I had seen the man.
It was weeks after I found out that Mr Jegas was
my real father. Mr. Badmus, my step-father had
introduced him to me as Inspector Sule. He was the
one who investigated Tunji’s murder case and
detained Mr Badmus as a suspect. They had become
friends after the incident and luckily for everyone,
Mr. Badmus had invited him for the naming
ceremony. How Oyinade had passed the security men
we had around to guard the place was still a
Inspector Sule apparently goes everywhere with a
gun and I thanked God and am still thanking God
for that attribute. I ran towards my mother-in-
law and took my baby with tears in my eyes.
Richard came and held me tenderly, whispering
comforting words. After some minutes, he went to
hold his mum who was trying to be brave but was
still physically shaken. Everyone started murmuring
at the same time and we watched as Inspector Sule
and some of the police officers dragged a hurt
Oyinade out of the premises.
“Damn you all, damn you” she yelled with very
little strength as she was being dragged out.
Everyone started thanking God, all at once and I
decided I had had enough for one day. That such a
wonderful day hadn’t been turned to a day of
mourning is something I would forever be grateful
to God for. I swallowed as Richard kissed my head,
kissed little Roland affectionately and led us inside.
Family members came inside some minutes later to
help us drive away the thought of what just
happened. Trust Prisca in such a situation, she
made a joke that had everyone laughing. Before we
knew it, the incident was almost forgotten. Roland
woke up and demanded his food and I excused
myself and made for the bedroom. After breast-
feeding him, I placed him on the bed, staring at
him for sometime. His smile and everything he did
fascinated me. I swallowed as I remembered the
incident that just occurred, and then something
told me that God allowed it. God must have allowed
Oyinade to come in order to get her out of the
streets and into the net of the police. I felt happy
that she would not be bothering us anymore.
“Sweetheart” Richard called as he entered the
room. I looked up with a smile as I tried to zip the
gown I had changed into. “Let me help you with
that” he whispered, coming over to my back to pull
“I was scared, so scared” I whispered. He turned
me around and I faced him. “I was much more
scared. Come here” he held me against him
affectionately in a tight hug like he was trying to
glue us together. “It is all over now”
‘On our wedding day, I never thought we would
experience any itch in our marriage. It was so
perfect that I felt it would always be like that.
But every marriage has its own tests, ours is the
issue of children, others can be financial problems
or even trust. The most important thing is sticking
with God through it all. The devil would always try
to scatter a union and he would not come
personally but would use agents. Just like I love my
Richard, love your husband dearly, even more. It is
not enough to love, tell them regularly, show it in
your actions. Let the love in your house grow
instead of diminish. Whenever something goes
wrong, discuss it and trash it out immediately.
Don’t keep ANYTHING from your spouse. To all the
singles who are in love with someone but their love
is not reciprocated, it happens. Don’t try to force
your love on them. Love cannot be forced. It comes
on its own. If one person does not love you,
another person will and would love you more than
you can ever imagine but until you see that person,
respect yourself. Don’t jump from one man’s bed
to the other because you think that abstinence is
old-fashioned. Many things happened and would still
happen in our family. Even Prisca has gone through
so many things in her marriage, no one has a
perfect marriage without troubles. Through it all,
the most important things are: God, trust and love.
With all these, you can overcome all things’. I
closed my diary and carried my plate of snacks.
Richard woke up from his nap and came over to join
me in the sitting room where I was eating prawn
crackers and drinking juice. He grabbed the plate
from my arms and stuffed his mouth with prawn
I scoffed. “That was unfair” I tried to collect the
plate from him but he would not give it up.
“Are you the only one that loves enjoyment?” He
asked with a cynical smile. I finally gave up and
resigned to lie on the chair, with my head on his
lap. He fed me crackers and fed himself also.
“Roland is still asleep?” I asked and he nodded. I
shook my head and sighed. “That is good. He hasn’t
given me a minute of rest. I am sure he took his
crying habit from you” I said.
Richard scoffed. “Definitely not. I was as gentle as
a dove” he said defensively.
“Dove? I barely had two hours of sleep when I was
nursing you” we heard Richard’s mum say,
approaching us. She had been in our house for
about a week now, since the naming. My mum is
still around and has been around before I delivered,
to monitor me, being my first child. I was very
grateful to have both women around. My mother-
in-law has proved to be the best woman to have as
your mother-in-law and I am very happy everything
is settled between her and Richard.
I smiled at Richard. “Told you” I murmured
Richard’s eyes rotated from his mum to me. “I feel
a conspiracy here. The ladies in this house are
conspiring against the men.”
I laughed. “Just accept the fact that you were a
big mouthed crying baby”
He frowned. “Definitely not”. I laughed heartily.
“Well, let me leave you two to your argument. I am
hungry” she marched into the kitchen.
I looked at Richard with a smile on my face. He
threw his hands up in surrender. “Well, poor you.
You would have to deal with many big mouthed
crying babies. What are we going to do about
that?” he looked sympathetic.
I sighed. “Nothing, fortunately”. We laughed at our
“Honey, what do you think about having a business
of your own? I mean, being in BRP would not be
very convenient for you now that there is a baby
but if you have a private business like Prisca does,
you would enjoy yourself and also have enough time
to yourself and Roland; also the other big mouthed
crying children on the way.”
I shook my head as I stared at him. “You know the
problem with having two sisters marry two best
friends, they all think the same way”.
He shook his head, “This has nothing to do with
them baby”. I smiled. I had thought of it, only I
did not mention it. My assistant in BRP Hospital is
doing a good job.
“Is your account full enough to accommodate what
I have in mind? It would be very capital intensive”
I said, sitting up with a grin on my face. He
squared his shoulders, adjusted his body hugging
top to present the posture of a rich man.
“Try me”. I laughed and hugged him.
“Thank you darling” I whispered kissing him all
over his face. He looked at me and I knew where
this was going.
“I was thinking of something else to deliver your
appreciation” he whispered.
I raised my brow. “Hmmm… I guess we could really
do something before your son wakes up” I breathed.
Roland’s piercing cry rang out just then and I
smiled faintly. “I guess not” and ran to the room,
leaving Richard to brood over his loss.
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