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The Tragedy – Season 1 – Episode 17

Episode 17

When I got to the bedroom, Miebaka was already awake. He had not seen me beside him.

Me:”Look what I saw” I handed him the letter, waiting for explanations.

Miebaka:”Where did you find this” he asked, looking as shocked as I was

Me:”Beneath the door. I heard a knock so i went to check but no one was there”

Miebaka:”What were you thinking going there all by yourself? What if you were killed? Please don’t do that again, honey. If such occurs again just wake me up…”

Me:”I am sorry. i felt u needed to rest. But who could have written this? Do you have anyone in mind? ”

Miebaka:”Honestly I can’t guess” he said to me

“Or could it be Ope?” He asked

Me:”Who is Ope?”

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He had told me the story of his second girlfriend. After he left Hajiya Badmus’ apartment he had met Ope, a First Bank staff, about nine years older than him. According to him, Ope provided everything he needed, she made sure he was comfortable and showed him so much love. But each time they made love, she would cry bitterly because he only mentioned my name.

Even though he would apologize afterwards, she would always threaten to destroy our relationship if it ever worked between us. He had called her to say it was over the day he found me.

Miebaka:”She threatened to come and poison your mind after I told her I had found my love.i thought she would understand” he said After his explanations I told him what he had done was wrong; if I were the one who was treated that way, I would have made the same threats. “But can she really go this far?” I asked Miebaka

Miebaka:”Human beings are unpredictable” he replied

We were becoming very conscious of our environment and the people we let into our lives. The Marriage Counsellor had advised us not to involve the police; he had told us to pray about it and all will be fine. We let go by believing him

Few days later, Miebaka got the same kind of letter on his desk at work. He had stopped by the police station to make a report on his way home. He assured me that everything would be fine as he had told the police everything about his ex girlfriend, Ope and the strange letters.

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Few weeks to our wedding, I had lost so much weight from the ups and downs; I never knew that preparing for a wedding was that demanding- maybe because I had no family. The Marriage Counsellor’s wife and the wives of Miebaka’s colleagues helped me out with few things. I had insisted I would rent the wedding gown instead of buying. ..everything fell in place just as I expected.

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Meanwhile Miebaka had informed the police about our doubts regarding the safety of lives during the wedding. I advised him to at least inform Mr.David, his father, that he was getting married but he warned me not to mention the name again and that Mr.David seized to be his father the day he raped me.

The church looked so colourful, as I walked down the Isle, I remembered Papa and Mama, I cried like a baby. I was sad, who could have thought I would have had that kind of elaborate wedding? Miebaka was indeed a good person; almost everyone showed up for our wedding. The old couple in church acted as Miebaka’s parents while Pastor walked me down.

At the end of the church wedding was the reception. I was the happiest woman on earth; my husband whispered so many romantic words into my ears as tears of joy rolled down my eyes while we danced. Wiping my tears, he encouraged me to be strong and that everything was going to be fine in the end. I was really tired, I told him to inform the MC to make the event quick but Miebaka begged for few more moments

“This is our first slow dance you know” he whispered into my ears. I smiled as tears ruined my make up.

We held each other so tight as the “Oruka” song kept playing repeatedly, it was my favorite since Sunny Neji released his album. Our slow and soft romantic moment was interrupted when the song abruptly went off.

We both looked behind, and to our greatest surprise, a dark skinned young lady, in her late thirties or so, was with us on stage, holding the microphone. I saw my husband looking at her with his mouth wide open…I was confused too

Lady:”Good afternoon everyone. My name is Ope and I am supposed to be wearing the gown this prostitute is wearing” she pointed at me, staggering with a bottle of alcohol in her left hand

Miebaka:”Ope! Ope! What is wrong with you? What are you doing?” He left me to walk to her.

I held him back, I was scared of what might happen

Me:”Sweety, you might not know if she’s armed or if she has plans. Let’s get out of here. The security officials will handle it” I whispered to him

Miebaka:”Did you hear what she just called you? I can’t take this!” He went to her and dragged the microphone from her hand

Before we knew it, the stage was filled with young men, trying to take her out of the stage. I was embarrassed, the crowd was whispering; I knew they were gossiping about us. My husband too was furious

Miebaka:”What is the essence of giving the police money when they won’t do their jobs? Nonsense! ” he cursed as he walked to me. “Imagine if she was armed, this is how she would have killed us, free of charge! ” he looked towards the direction where Ope was being carried out

“I am so sorry for this embarrassment. This was supposed to be our happiest day. I am sorry my darling. I will make it up to you” he hugged me

The MC went back on stage, apologised to the guests and announced that everything should go back to normal. I had not recovered from the embarrassment, didn’t want the crowd to know I was affected by it, so I pretended and danced like never before…the guests, impressed, stood up and applauded me. Then came another drama, Ope was back into the hall, this time running and holding a knife towards my husband, like an athlete about to throw the javelin, was this lady so invisible that no one saw her coming?

The few guests who had seen her were finding their way out, I ran to her, my dress sweeping the floor, held her hand and began to give her the beating of her life. I made sure I pinned her to the ground. I could hear Miebaka and other men trying to drag me off her, I managed to take the knife out of her hand, and as they finally pulled me off her, she stood up to retaliate. ..then we heard several gun shots from nowhere.

Standing directly opposite me, Ope had received two bullets on her head and fell like a log of wood. I went down immediately, Miebaka, on the floor, dragged me under one of the tables on the high table. I could feel the friction bruising my legs, but what mattered most was my life. I heard people running and screaming for help, the shots kept coming, and in one minute, the hall that was filled with people and voices went mute.

We laid under the table in fear until we heard the police siren very close, we knew the police had arrived. Miebaka instructed me to remain under the table while he got out to see what was happening. I peeped, the whole hall was empty, with Ope’s body lying on the floor. The police had taken her body and asked us to accompany them to the station.

With my dress looking very dirty and ripped, Miebaka led me into the station. We were asked so many questions and later allowed to leave after we explained in detail the occurrence of the events. On our way home, Miebaka cracked jokes about how he had seen the pastor running for his life when the shots were coming

Me:”Oh because you believe he’s a man of God you expect him not to run when there’s danger?” I laughed

Miebaka:”Yes now. A whole pastor running away” haha haha. “Naija pastors no dey carry last” he laughed more

We got home and went back to our previous mood. We could not explain what had happened at our wedding, but we knew there was a mix up somewhere. I left my husband in the living room, and headed straight to my room to have a cold shower.

“Honeymoon indeed” I said to myself

Before the wedding, I had imagined our honeymoon.I had told him I didn’t want to go out of the city; I pictured a honeymoon where we would visit new places in town and still return same day.

After having a long cold bath, I looked at my dressing table, in search of my weavon brush and then I saw a small note,

“Shiber yogurt. That was a narrow escape. Next time, my boys won’t miss…”

Me:”Alhaji!” I mentioned in shock

Miebaka:”What about him?” He asked, standing by the door

Me:”Nothing sweety. I just remembered something funny about him” I lied

I quickly folded the piece of paper and put it in my drawer.

Hmmmm!

To be continued!

QUESTIONS

Will Alhaji succeed in destroying Shiber’s marriage? Will Miebaka find out that Alhaji is responsible for the threats? Why is Shiber not telling her husband that Alhaji is behind the threats?

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