Episode 3: Hell Is A Place Called Home

[Excerpt From Episode 2: For the first time that day Aisha let herself smile as she choked back the tears that threatened to spill and said a weak thank you to her friend. Tricia had always helped her on numerous occasions and she only wished someday she would be able to repay her friend for all her kindness.] To read episode 2 CLICK HERE

“Mama you honestly can’t be considering bringing him into this house. Papa will not like this.” It was two weeks since the illness incident and Bukola was fully back on her feet following the use of the drugs that Nurse Titi had prescribed. Nurse Titi had also found time to talk Bukola in private about trying to get her life together and take proper care of herself and daughter instead of wasting her life and ruining Aisha’s life in the process. Although she had nodded dutifully and promised to change, Nurse Titi’s words were like water off a duck’s back to Bukola because she was back at her drinking spot two days later. She was currently arguing with her daughter about her decision to bring home a man she had met at the drinking bar about a week ago.

Episode 2: Hell Is A Place Called Home

[Excerpt From Episode 1: “Oh for Heaven’s sake, you devil’s child, will you shut that your hell mouth. I did not kill my mother so you cannot kill me you hear? You would rather leave this house like your useless father.” With that, she stormed out of the room to go curl up on the sofa as she tried to sleep with hopes that the headache would be gone when she woke up again.] To read episode 1, CLICK HERE 

“My mother is feeling very ill Audu, I promise we will pay back. Just give me the panadol, she is really in pain.”

“Walai me no give credit again,” Audu replied angrily “if you no commot for here, walai me cut your leg.” Aisha turned her to leave with a dejected expression on her face. Her mother was still not feeling better, her headache was now so severe she had started moaning in pain and her temperature had also risen. The young girl felt at a loss as to what to do as the aboki that had been her only hope of getting her mother drug for relief was obstinate about selling on credit. Who would the poor guy, they still after all owed him some unsettled debt and he was beginning to feel like he was being taken for a fool. She dragged herself back into their compound and went inside to her ill mother with tears welled up in her eyes.

Poem: Countdown to Tragedy

I want to lay blame
But this is my shame
There is no other way
It is I who must pay
I try to run, I don’t get far
All I can hear is my own cry
The tears change nothing
And I know I saw it coming
Tragedy beckons
Voices echo
Where I belong is the cold floor
The exit beckons, through that dark door
When I am gone, do not sorrow
We will meet on the morrow

P.S: this poem is about an intending evil that is to come and the poet persona cannot do anything to change its course but rather has come to accept fate as he patiently awaits the coming doom.

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