TITLE: The Village Girl EPISODE: 16 {Final for Final} * Mma held on firm, till she appeared to have used up all the energy she could gather and tears streamed down her face from the corners of her eyes. Mma felt faint. Shed completely run out of energy. She felt her body shutting down, her hands clasping Vanessa in the air getting numb. With one last stroke of energy she knocked the syringe off Vanessa. The piece fell and skidded down the floor. Mma opened her mouth to scream but the energy to produce words was not there. Vanessa groaned in the frustration. She picked the pillow and pressed it down on Mma. Mma struggled underneath. Vanessa didnt relent. She held on ever so tightly. But then, at that one glorious second, the door of the ward flew open and Cynthia rushed through. Dr Hope had called her. She hadnt waited to hear all the doctor had to say. As soon as she mentioned that her friend dropped by the clinic, she threw the phone aside and ran downstairs. She didnt drive. She picked a taxi in front of their gate. The hospital was not that far from their residence in Ikeja. Cynthia flew to the bed and pushed Vanessa off Mma. Vanessa fell to the floor. She bent over to make sure Mma was fine. Vanessa grabbed her from the back and threw her off. Cynthia fell away but she regained her stance quick enough and grabbed Vanessa before she could near Mma again. They entwined, twisting this way and that in ladies fight. Vanessa seemed more experienced. She pulled at Cynthias hair, earrings and scratched all around her skin with her long nails. Cynthia cried out. A nurse attending to a patient in a nearby ward ran in. Oh my god! The slim nurse ran out again, into the silent hallway, screaming Doctor! Doctor! As if further enraged by the ladys presence, Vanessa pushed Cynthia forward, away from her, and sent her long heel crashing into her belly. Cynthia let out a loud cry of pain and fell to the floor. Cynthia writhed this way and that on the floor, clutching her belly. Vanessa picked the syringe again but this time, she didnt go to Mma. She walked straight to where Cynthia was squirming in pains on the floor. Lemme see if your wedding will be in hell! She had leaned over to deliver the injection when the star-producing blow landed on her head. She slumped to the floor. You dont mess with my patients! Dr Hope dropped the metallic height rod and helped Cynthia up. She was bleeding. A nurse guided her away while Dr Hope attended to Mma. A Month Later... A large beautiful car parked in front of Onyiudo Ekemmas compound. She lowered her tray of vegetables to the ground and stood up. She stared at the shiny black vehicle with a tinge of suspicion, as though she was sure theyd lost their way. A tall handsome man in a fine-tailored suit got down from the drivers side. A tall slim lady joined him. The back door opened and another tall but curvier lady joined them. Onyiudo stared. Everything about the three strangers screamed foreign. They walked toward her. Mma took off her dark glasses and called Onyiudo Ekemma Mama. The knife in Onyiudo Ekemmas hand fell to the floor. The boy screamed, Okwa Nwamma o! He jumped onto her, paying no care if he soiled her beautiful brown dress. Mma hugged her small brother again. Okey, you have really big o. The boy moved in for another hug and she waved a finger at him. Mba. Enough is enough. Mama, good evening, Richard greeted. Good evening, Mama, Cynthia joined. Onyiudo Ekemma nodded. Good evening, she murmured, still looking lost. Mma gestured to her brother. Oya, rushing and calling me that fat boy you following and playing every time. Izunna. Yes. Soon Okechukwu returned with a bigger, taller boy. One by one, they carried out all the items loaded in the boot of the car. The rice bags counted six. Four containers of expensive cooking oil. Cartons of Gino, Milo, Peak and St Louis. Uncountable packs of Knorr and other sachet spices. Onyiudo Ekemma asked Okechukwu and Izunna to bring seats for her visitors. Even when theyd drove off, she still didnt look quite fully there yet. She tapped Mmas shoulder. Bia, who are they really? Mama that was the man that impregnated me. Onyiudo Ekemmas right palm fell over open mouth. Yes, Mama. So when is he coming to pay your bride price? Mma frowned at her mother. He would have but that night you chased me away, I tripped over a root and hit my stomach on the ground. Ekwuzina! Yes, Mama. The baby is gone so no need of him marrying me again. Onyiudo Ekemma put her two hands on her head. Mma opened her handbag and brought out a clean white-colored hand set. Okechukwu screamed again. Foonu! Mama foonu! Mma smiled. Is not f-o-o-n-u, is called blanberry. She pressed down a few keys. Something she coundnt read came up on the screen and she quickly pressed the red key. She knew that one ends everything. Later that night, Onyiudo Ekemma touched her hair and asked her what she had done to it that made it so long and gentle to touch. She smiled and told her that it wasnt her hair and that the hair had come from her shop in Lagos. Shop? Onyiudo Ekemma and Okechukwu threw this out at the same time. Yes. I having shop in Lagos now. I selling human hair and international human hair. So you are going back to Lagos? Before nko! ° ° ° • • • ° ° ° The END : : : LETS BE FREE TO SHARE OUR THOUGHT
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 22:04:35 +0000
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