Hello darlings, how have you all been? I apologise for not posting on Wednesday, work as a little extra busy. Here’s this week’s post, hope you enjoy, and do let me know what you think by leaving a comment.
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The next day dawned bright, when I was ready for work, mama and the kids weren’t ready yet. I explained to her that she needed to hurry so I could drop them off at the park on my way to work. She said I should go ahead, that Jude was going to come by to take them to the park.
That made me uneasy, although I couldn’t pinpoint the reason for this unease. I tried convincing her that if they didn’t get to the park on time all the good buses will be gone; she insisted she wanted to wait for Jude. I left for work, leaving Amaka instructions not to forget to take the kids for their summer class in time.
When I got to work, I tried Amaka’s mobile, it didn’t go through, the usual Nigerian network error. I thought nothing of it; every Nigerian knows we experience network challenges often.
I returned from work the next day to a veerryy silent house. I had gotten some ice-cream for the kids because I knew they will be missing ‘the guests’ already. I refused to call them siblings; I just refused to process the thought. Amaka opened the door even before I rang the bell, and I could tell she was worried.
“Welcome aunty.” She greeted me taking my bags.
“Thanks Amaka, how are you?”
“I’m fine aunty.” She led the way into the house.
“Where are the kids?” I asked. The house was too tidy and quite, very unusual.
“Aunty.” She dropped the bags on the dining table. “Uncle Jude came this morning and took everybody out, they are not back yet.” She blurted out wringing he hands.
My head spun. As in I could actually see white dots in front of me. What was Amaka telling me? That my brother-in-law came over since morning and took everyone out including my kids and they weren’t back yet? “How?” Was all I was able to utter, I began to panic. How could Amaka have let my kids be taken out without my permission? ‘He took my children to Abuja and you let him? Why didn’t you call me?” I screamed.
“No ma, he said he was taking them to the beach, not Abuja.” She replied fearfully.
“So their things are still here?”
I ran into the bedroom to confirm this, and truly, their stuff was all there. Still, the beach? Jude took my kids to the beach without informing me? It was past 7pm and they weren’t back yet. I ran back into the living room and got my mobile phone out of my handbag, I dialed my mother-in-law’s number, it rang though without her picking it. I tried Jude’s number, he didn’t pick as well. My panic intensified.
I called my mom, my dad had been sickly of recent and I didn’t want to alarm him. My younger sister: Susan answered my mom’s phone and I poured out the whole story to her, sobbing through the tale. While we were on the phone I heard my mom ask her who was on the phone and she told her the story. I heard my mom say immediately that they were on their way. I was so scared, I didn’t know what to think. What if something bad had happened to them? Why hadn’t they returned? What if my mother and brother-in-law had kidnapped my children? Those children were my life, I couldn’t survive it should anything happen to them. I turned on Amaka who was standing silently in a corner.
‘Why didn’t you call me? Immediately he said he wanted to take the kids out you should have called me for permission. And to make matters worse you didn’t go with them? Haba Amaka? When I lefe for work this morning I told you there were going back to Abuja, that Jude was coming to take them to the park. So I leave for work and Jude comes and gives counter instructions and you obey his instructions. Why?” I scolded her through my tears.
This was so unlike Amaka, she had been with me for years and was usually very dependable, I totally trusted her with my kids. Why had she let this happen?
She began to cry and I got up and began to pace. I tried Jude’s number again, he answered on the second ring. “Where are my children?” I asked without preamble.
“Relax sis, we’re on our way back.” He replied.
I struggled for calm. “Give Daniel the phone.” I demanded.
“Hello, mommy” I heard Daniel’s voice a moment later and I could have wept for joy. He sounded both excited and tired.
“Daniel how are you?”
“I’m fine mommy, we went to the beach.”
“That’s nice, Amaka told me. How is Ada?”
“She’s fine mommy, she’s sleeping.” He replied.
The poor child must be exhausted. “Okay love. How close are you, do you know where you are?” I hoped they were in the neighborhood.
I heard him asking his uncle where they were.
“Uncle Jude said we’ll soon be home.” He replied a moment later.
“Okay dear, see you soon. I love you.”
‘I love you too mom.”
Immediately I ended the call the doorbell rang. Amaka opened the door and let in my parents and my younger sister.
“Have you been able to reach them?” Susan asked.
“Yes, Jude finally answered his call. He said they are on their way back.
“Where are they, how far away are they?” My father barked.
“Daddy I don’t know, but I spoke with Daniel.”
He sat down, obviously very upset. This was why I didn’t want to tell him, I didn’t want to cause him any distress.
My mom went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water, which he sipped with a quiet thank you. She sat beside him and they held hands.
Watching my parents brought tears to my eyes. This was what I wanted, being so in-tune with your spouse that no words were needed to communicate. That was the kind of marriage I wanted, the kind I thought I had until Ken died and his death exposed what a fraud he had been. My parents had been married for over thirty years and still going strong. We hadn’t heard of any parallel family or love child. Ken hadn’t even gone two years with me before he started another family.
The doorbell rang a while later and I sprang up. I ran to the door and yanked it open. I was both surprised and disappointed to see my elder brother and his wife. Apparently, Susan had called them on their way over
I let them in and relayed the status update to them, and they joined us in waiting.
The next time the doorbell rang, my brother sprang up at the same time as I did. He asked me to stay back and let him get the door.