Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The salvation (Episode II)



All my life I have been the jealous type. I hardly let things go. Every wall says I am a nice girl but I clearly know my faults. They say grace abounds, but can I ever be given? I hear the whispers of forgiveness but it certainly doesn’t seem for me.
Yes I killed Obiora. Lies may not really hurt but it causes so much damage. But then again, lies could be avoided. I should have avoided it. I should have let my anger go. I should have forgiven Obiora.
On my first date with Oby, I had decided to give myself completely to him so indeed I was joyous. We had dinner at Rose Garden. For the first time in my entire life I felt the breeze of wealth. I was no longer interested in my discussion with Oby as I was still dazed.
I had forgotten I wasn’t alone so I began to soliloquize. “What a paradise, Na wa o see money. If not for love I for say I don port. Na jack cooler be dis o.” Oby listened carefully to me and at a point he pulled my ears. The coat of shame covered me and my mood shuffled. “What is the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?” he said. I couldn’t say much, I figured I was thinking with my mouth. “No I am okay.” I replied. Obiora requested we leave, although I said I was fine and that tore me apart. As we journeyed back to my apartment the whole scene dawned on me and I realized I had acted too immature.
I couldn’t apologize and maybe that’s where I went wrong but after that day until his death I never had ease with him. I mean I lost my esteem, my confidence and my real personality. I used to be the full of life person but anytime he is around me, my world changes.
I bore in mind that if I found a way to hurt him I would feel a lot better. So I paid my family doctor to forge a cancer result for me. Obiora and I went for the usual medical check-up and the Doctor presented to him a cancer report. I am not sure why I did this but I felt if I reduced his esteem we would be equal. Obiora stopped working, his stress level reduced as his blood pressure increased.
When I got back from work one Monday, Obiora had written his last words “I have really loved you and I still do even as I lay asleep because I know I can’t carry on. I had bigger plans for us but I wonder why this day came too soon. I love you.”
I ran off to the hospital and my doctor said he had died of high blood pressure. I killed Obiora… I killed Obiora. Who can save me from this haunting memory?
One fact: God saves





1 comment:

Its your opinion and it counts!