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Sleeping With Yesterday (Episode 6)

Posted by on September 8, 2016.

Sleeping With Yesterday

She stands and leads him upstairs.

Desire in human kind comes with a certain kind of obsession. It is as though in wanting something human kind loses something. In the case of Nnafuka it is her sanity. Within a few days the news about the new house tears her open, digs a deep dark hole in her and buries a massive desire in there – desire like polythene, desire not made for decay. Every night she covers this desire with the pretence of being in need of her husband in bed. Not for want of a new baby but for want of distraction. She wants to forget that she once had a Seun in her life. She wants to forget that the loss of Seun has turned her into a woman who wants the loss of happiness in the lives of others. So every night she stands above Dayo and coerces him into doing things to her.

First it starts with the hands. “I need you to slap my butt cheeks.” When Dayo overcomes his surprise and gives her something that is more of a pat, just to make sure that there is no room for the feeling of not satisfying his wife, Nnafuka becomes enraged. She screams, “Why can’t you make me happy? Make me happy, Dayo. Slap me.”

Dayo throws his arms up. “Look. I can’t do this. When did we start doing this?”

Nnafuka turns in bed. She comes down from there. She stands in the middle of the bedroom in her underwear and stares at herself in the mirror. Then she turns around to Dayo who is sitting up wondering what has happened to his wife. She stares at him for minutes, her lips moving without words, her eyes slicing him up before she says, “Is this what it has come to? You can’t even try again with me?”

Dayo gets up and walks to her. “I want to try again, honey. But you’re going too far with this. I also think it is too early to…”

“That is the point!” Nnafuka pulls herself from his hands. “The pain is fresh! It is fresh and only this can purge it. Do you not understand?”

“I think you’re trying to punish yourself for her death. I’m not doing it.” He goes to bed.

In the morning he is awoken by a sound coming from the bathroom. He looks to his left and Nnafuka is not there. Occasionally he hears a sharp sound like something going quick against the wind. And then this is followed by a human voice, low and stifled. He gets into his flip flops quickly and opens the bathroom door. There is Nnafuka in the bath, holding his belt. Even though Dayo is there wondering what she is doing she ignores him and releases the end of the belt, throws it hard against her back, crying as it lands a red mark on her back.

Dayo notices other marks there too. He storms in and grabs the belt as it is making another landing on her back. The belt in his left hand, Nnafuka’s stiff hand in his right he asks her, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What you failed to do as a man!” She stands, water descending down her naked body.

Dayo brings his voice down. “Are you the first woman in the world to lose a child? Tell me.”

Nnafuka steps out of the bath, past him.

“She was my child too, Nnafuka. My baby.”

She stops and then turns around. “But it is not your pain. So why are you bothered? Why are you telling me this?”

That day Dayo calls his department to say he won’t be in school. When his head of department asks what the problem is he simply replies, “My wife. I need to keep eyes on her.”

Nnafuka resumes pacing the whole house, sometimes her hands at her back, sometimes her hands at akimbo. Dayo fears that she has gone mad. He is about to make a call to a doctor friend when he hears her call from downstairs, “Honey, your food is ready!”

When he comes down she is standing there by the dining table, smiling courteously. “It’s jollof rice.”

“Okay.” Dayo sits. As she fills him a glass of water she asks, “Why did you not go to work again today?”

Dayo wonders if this question is a test on what happened between them in the morning. But before he can answer she cuts in, “When do we start packing?”

“Um… This weekend… if that will make you feel better.”

She stands straight and throws her hands on her chest. “Believe me, honey, I’ll feel better packing those knives. I had Abdul sharpen them in the market not long ago.”

To Be Continue

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  1. Knives Keh?!

    by VEROSHINE on May 29, 2017 at 9:02 pm

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