Chapter 3
She stood rooted to the spot listening to the ringing door bell. Whoever it is should just go, she
thought to herself as she sat on the floor and began drawing patterns in the dirt with her fingers.
The visitor didn’t seem like he or she wanted to leave as the peeling doorbell was now
accompanied by banging. She stood up hesitantly and went inside, looking at the door as if some horror was going to walk in through the door.
“Chioma are you in there? Open the door.” Her mother’s voice sent a wave of relief washing
over her and she hurriedly opened the door. She embraced her mother tightly as if her life
depended on it and Mrs. Ugochukwu had to disengage herself when she felt the hug had gone on for too long.
“It seems like somebody missed me.” Mrs. Ugochukwu said with a laugh. At thirty-eight, she
bore a striking resemblance to her twenty year old daughter whom she birthed at eighteen years.
They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter but that was a situation beyond her
control as she had been a victim of rape. Her parents disowned her when they found out she was pregnant. She was going through too much pain and shame she never bothered to tell them she was raped. At a young age, she became responsible for another life and she managed on her own sufficiently till she met Harry. Harry was willing to marry her and take care of the baby and though she didn’t like the fact that he was about twenty seven years her senior, she married him for his riches in order to secure a better life for her daughter. Now in her late thirties, she was still very much the head turner she had been as a teenager and one look at her explained where Chioma got her good looks from.
Mrs. Ugochukwu didn’t look like someone who had lost a husband two years ago. Following her husband’s death, she began to have problems with her brother-in-law who was after his brother’s money and he began to torment her calling her a witch who bewitched his brother into marrying her. Chioma was after all not his brother’s daughter and what right had she to his wealth when she has no child for him. She didn’t argue, her husband left most of his properties to her and she simply sold everything and with the money disappeared from their Abuja residence to relocate to
Lagos. She bought an apartment at Edmund Crescent and started an interior decorating business which flourished rapidly. A year later, she diversified into the world of modelling and
established an agency.
It was through the agency she met David. The handsome twenty-four year old reminded her of all her femininity and womanly needs and she began to crave for him with an insatiable longing.
She was the beautiful rich widow and he was the young blood that could satisfy her needs. Against her better judgement, she kick started a relationship with him and they had been
together about three months before the rape incident with Chioma.
“Yes I missed you mom. I have been at home all day since yesterday when you left me on my
own. A lot has happened that I need to tell you about and Matthew didn’t show up as earlier
planned.” At the mention of Matthew’s name, a cloud passed across Mrs. Ugochukwu’s face.
She was well aware of the romantic relationship between Matthew one of her models and her daughter.
She took her daughter’s hand and squeezed gently before replying, “About Matthew, I need to tell you something about that and I think it’s best I go first.”
They both sat down on the couch and tears began to trickle out of Mrs. Ugochukwu’s eyes.
Chioma stood up alarmed.
“What is it mom? Why are you crying?” There was fear in her eyes and voice as she questioned her mother. Could her mother have found out about David so quickly? Hadn’t she just said she wanted to say something about Matthew? Why was she crying then?
“Matthew, last night…Matthew, Matthew is dead…” Mrs. Ugochukwu choked out between
sobs, her eye sad as she looked at her daughter’s distraught face.
“Matthew is dead?” Chioma’s voice came in a barely audible whisper as if she was in some far away land. She shook her head in disbelief as her mother continued,
“His body was found last night, I tried to call David but couldn’t reach him.” The mention of
David jolted Chioma.
“David, David…” her voice was still faint and she was sitting by her mother now as she didn’t
trust her legs to carry her. She stood up and walked to her room as if in a trance and her mother trailed behind her afraid she was going to hurt herself.
Chioma sat gingerly on the bed and stared at the red light of her Blackberry phone that was
blinking. She picked it up distractedly till she saw it was a text message from David. She sat
upright as she shakily opened the message and read
“Hey Chi, miss me? I got my eyes on you babe.”
She stood rooted to the spot listening to the ringing door bell. Whoever it is should just go, she
thought to herself as she sat on the floor and began drawing patterns in the dirt with her fingers.
The visitor didn’t seem like he or she wanted to leave as the peeling doorbell was now
accompanied by banging. She stood up hesitantly and went inside, looking at the door as if some horror was going to walk in through the door.
“Chioma are you in there? Open the door.” Her mother’s voice sent a wave of relief washing
over her and she hurriedly opened the door. She embraced her mother tightly as if her life
depended on it and Mrs. Ugochukwu had to disengage herself when she felt the hug had gone on for too long.
“It seems like somebody missed me.” Mrs. Ugochukwu said with a laugh. At thirty-eight, she
bore a striking resemblance to her twenty year old daughter whom she birthed at eighteen years.
They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter but that was a situation beyond her
control as she had been a victim of rape. Her parents disowned her when they found out she was pregnant. She was going through too much pain and shame she never bothered to tell them she was raped. At a young age, she became responsible for another life and she managed on her own sufficiently till she met Harry. Harry was willing to marry her and take care of the baby and though she didn’t like the fact that he was about twenty seven years her senior, she married him for his riches in order to secure a better life for her daughter. Now in her late thirties, she was still very much the head turner she had been as a teenager and one look at her explained where Chioma got her good looks from.
Mrs. Ugochukwu didn’t look like someone who had lost a husband two years ago. Following her husband’s death, she began to have problems with her brother-in-law who was after his brother’s money and he began to torment her calling her a witch who bewitched his brother into marrying her. Chioma was after all not his brother’s daughter and what right had she to his wealth when she has no child for him. She didn’t argue, her husband left most of his properties to her and she simply sold everything and with the money disappeared from their Abuja residence to relocate to
Lagos. She bought an apartment at Edmund Crescent and started an interior decorating business which flourished rapidly. A year later, she diversified into the world of modelling and
established an agency.
It was through the agency she met David. The handsome twenty-four year old reminded her of all her femininity and womanly needs and she began to crave for him with an insatiable longing.
She was the beautiful rich widow and he was the young blood that could satisfy her needs. Against her better judgement, she kick started a relationship with him and they had been
together about three months before the rape incident with Chioma.
“Yes I missed you mom. I have been at home all day since yesterday when you left me on my
own. A lot has happened that I need to tell you about and Matthew didn’t show up as earlier
planned.” At the mention of Matthew’s name, a cloud passed across Mrs. Ugochukwu’s face.
She was well aware of the romantic relationship between Matthew one of her models and her daughter.
She took her daughter’s hand and squeezed gently before replying, “About Matthew, I need to tell you something about that and I think it’s best I go first.”
They both sat down on the couch and tears began to trickle out of Mrs. Ugochukwu’s eyes.
Chioma stood up alarmed.
“What is it mom? Why are you crying?” There was fear in her eyes and voice as she questioned her mother. Could her mother have found out about David so quickly? Hadn’t she just said she wanted to say something about Matthew? Why was she crying then?
“Matthew, last night…Matthew, Matthew is dead…” Mrs. Ugochukwu choked out between
sobs, her eye sad as she looked at her daughter’s distraught face.
“Matthew is dead?” Chioma’s voice came in a barely audible whisper as if she was in some far away land. She shook her head in disbelief as her mother continued,
“His body was found last night, I tried to call David but couldn’t reach him.” The mention of
David jolted Chioma.
“David, David…” her voice was still faint and she was sitting by her mother now as she didn’t
trust her legs to carry her. She stood up and walked to her room as if in a trance and her mother trailed behind her afraid she was going to hurt herself.
Chioma sat gingerly on the bed and stared at the red light of her Blackberry phone that was
blinking. She picked it up distractedly till she saw it was a text message from David. She sat
upright as she shakily opened the message and read
“Hey Chi, miss me? I got my eyes on you babe.”
Twenty Chapter 3
Reviewed by Ayodele Jay
on
March 01, 2017
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