Abigail stared at me right in the face, as I
narrated all that has been happening to me.
She is my immediate younger Sister, who is a
stunt feminist and very independent.
“Sis, Why did you tell him that you will be
patient? you should have granted the divorce
and become free.” Abigail clucked and sighed
“I am people’s mentor and role model. A lot
of young women in the church look up to
me. I have to live a life worth emulating. what
will people say if I get divorce and still stand
on the church podium to preach marriage
and love?” I asked looking at her like I
demanded a pity.
“This is what you women always say. last
week in Ibadan, a lady called Modupe was
brutally beaten by her husband, she died.”
Her voice got a bit emotional as she
“she didn’t tell anyone of what she was
going through. She thought things were
going to change. she thought that one day
Jesus was gonna come down and rescue
her, or stop her husband from beating her. ”
“David has never beaten me.” I cut in.
“what difference does it make? it’s same
story. Instead of filing for a divorce you
think he is going to leave that girl and come
back to you, while he is still under the
manipulations of that witch called his
mother! give me one reason why you think
things will change positively?”
“because I have a God who is bigger than all
my problems. He will sort this out. I don’t
know how he is gonna do it, but he will.”
“For how long? Don’t forget that you are my
only sister. Since mama and papa died, I
haven’t recovered. please walk away sis. I
don’t want to lose you.”
For just a moment, I saw such an unfettered
emotions in my sister’s eyes, she was almost
at the verge of tears and then immediately
gets back to herself when she heard the kids
scream her name.
“Aunty Abigail!” The both of them jumped on
her like puppies as she pegged them on their
“Aunty Abigail, mommy and daddy are
fighting.” Mfon said shrilly.
“Daddy has a new mummy. and Grandma
said we are adopted children.” Teye said
Perhaps it was then that I began to feel
submerged in hazy nostalgia. A feeling that
never left me.
“Aunty Abigail, what is adoption?”
“Adoption means to be given birth to my
darling. ” Abigail replied in a shaky tone. Her
countenance changed as she cuddled the
Moments later, David stormed the house with
few of the choir boys and young pastors in
church, none of them greeted my sister nor I.
We watched them remove boxes and shoes
from the bedroom, while David held Ifeoma’s
luggage in his arms like a baby.
My chest grew tight with trepidation
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