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Sleeping With Yesterday (Episode 34)

Posted by on September 23, 2016.

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From up there Dayo casts his eyes down, staring at the handcuffed figure that is Abdul, his gateman. Nnafuka follows his gaze, looking at the policemen surrounding the pickup truck, their guns at the ready.
“They are here,” she whispers to Dayo. “They are here.” Her voice is higher than a whisper this second time. Her breathing begins to increase, pushing her breasts against Dayo’s face.
“They have Abdul.”
“What do we do, honey? Is this the end?”
For the first time Dayo notices that Nnafuka’s eyes are red. He leans over and kisses her. “I want to tell you something, Nnafuka.”
“Eh?” She is surprised that in this present situation Dayo’s voice and body composure are calm. She does not believe that Dayo also has tears in his eyes. “What is it, Dayo?” She attempts to calm herself, to gain control over her voice, to be exactly as Dayo – or close to how he is – because this composure of his gives her a certain kind of strength; it makes her slightly bold, to decide that whatever will come should come and pass.

“You can tell me, honey. Whatever it is.” She brings herself to gain exactly the kind of control that Dayo has. She feels her heartbeat recede like a hitherto strong wave of the ocean. She even feels an invisible smile fall on her face.
Dayo lifts his hand and touches her face. “You know how much I love you, right?”
Nnafuka nods. “I know.”
“I have not told this to anyone before. Not even my best friend, Malik, whose corpse is over there.”
“What is it, Dayo? You can confide in me.”
“From my childhood till the day I got to know you I had never been courageous enough – courageous the way a man should be, the way a human being ought to be. I was – I was always afraid, afraid of so many things. I was afraid of commitment, afraid of change, afraid of daylight, afraid of night, afraid of death, afraid of life, new life especially. I have always had fear in me. A lot of fear. Fear for situations changing. And from my days as a child, it has always been a struggle for me. I try my very best to conceal it. All the time it appears as if I am calm but inside I am not.”
“What are you saying, Dayo? Fear is a natural thing in all of us.” Nnafuka is not seeing the sense in all these.
“Wait. Allow me to continue, honey.”
Nnafuka nods. “Okay.”
“It was through meeting you that I was able to conquer most part of the fear I had. First I had to kill the fear of getting involved with a girl who was non-Yoruba. Then I had to get over the fear of sex.” At this point Dayo looks her deep in the eyes. His eyeballs drill into Nnafuka’s eyes so much that Nnafuka does not feel the urge to blink a second. “Yes. Nnafuka,” he continues, “you are the first woman that I ever slept with. And still in that bed that night a certain kind of fear gripped me.”
“I remember you were afraid of me getting pregnant.”
“’Afraid’, honey, is too small to qualify what I felt that night with you in my bed. There was this strong urge, this strong urging voice that kept telling of looming disaster. It was for this reason that I took the decision of making you my wife. We had to get married within two months after that night.”
At this point, Dayo pauses. He looks down at the small crowd gathering to know what has brought policemen to the hospital. The officer-in-charge is clearly trying to get the hospital security man to understand what he is saying to him. A man in the crowd moves closer to the officer-in-charge. It seems that he volunteers to interpret to the security man because the officer begins to talk directly to him while he in return passes words to the security man. Dayo blinks, knowing what will follow in a few minutes time.

“Dayo,” Nnafuka calls him. It is not evident if he hears because nothing changes in his facial expression. He does not turn to her. “Dayo?” Nnafuka touches his shoulder now. He slowly turns to her. “I’m still listening.”
“Yes. When it took us years after the marriage before you got pregnant, my fear was that it was from me. That was why I dragged us round, looking for solutions.”
“It was the right thing you did, Dayo.”
“It seemed so. But I was being controlled by the fear of my family, my mother. Iya would have nothing to do with me, her son, or you, her daughter-in-law. I was deep in fear of not giving her a child. Honestly, Nnafuka, I almost got married to another girl that she found for me.”
Nnafuka freezes.
“Then you became pregnant and had Seun, and then the fear that triggered everything that is happening now started.”
“Wh-What are you talking about?”
Dayo looks her in the eyes. “There is no need to keep these things concealed, Nnafuka. I already know our fate. What I am saying is that I know what happened to our baby, Seun.”

To Be Continue On Sunday

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4 Responses

  1. Come on Sunday!

    by Lizzy on Sep 23, 2016 at 4:32 pm

  2. Huh

    by tolani on Sep 23, 2016 at 6:05 pm

  3. Oohhh,cnt wait for anoda episode

    by Vicky on Sep 23, 2016 at 6:36 pm

  4. Sunday Sunday Sunday. come soon

    by anomalous on Sep 24, 2016 at 6:52 am

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