SHATTERED EPISODE 22

From the writer of
Nude Bed
Death after life
Cold Desert
Hot eyes
Sorrows of an Eagle and
Calabash

That moment when you find love, trust and honour in the eyes of everyone.
That moment when your worst enemy becomes the demon himself.
That same moment when your best moment becomes your worst nightmare.

Enjoy the thrills of how far life would sacrifice for love. Yesterday is always a shadow you can not escape, today is a dream worth living, yet tomorrow shall forever remain the wonder of nature hidden to all.

A *shattered* past in itself is a shattered tomorrow.


*SHATTERED*

EPISODE 22

That shit ain't easy dear.

We continued to enjoy our meal and tried so hard not to ruin the night with our pathetic stories. I began feeling uneasy. I sought for permission and excused myself. I had to visit the washroom. I was right on time, if not I would have disgraced myself. I washed my hands and rushed out. While walking down the hall way, the light at that place went off. The whole place became dark. I was scared because I couldn't find my way out. I remembered I had my phone in hand, it would serve as torchlight for me. Before I could turn on the torch, someone held my waist from behind. Who could that be? I struggled with the fellow but he was too strong to lose this thug of war. We continued to struggle as he pushed me to a nearby room with my mouth covered.

I still didn't know who the person was. He turned on the light in the room, still with my mouth covered.
Huh? Who was I seeing? I saw two people fucking seriously with the lady enjoying every bit of it. The person who was struggling with me didn't realise there were people there because he was ready to scatter me at that hour. I begged him to let me go but he was all hard. The guy jumped off the lady as soon as the light was turned on. What! That was Mariama. Which time did she come here and why would she do a thing like this in someone's apartment? Couldn't she wait till the program was finally over? I recognized the guy. He was the same person Mariama used for her dp some time ago. That same guy she was kissing. She quickly got up and wrapped the bedsheet around her body. What was there to be shy of? The man left me as soon as he saw what was going on.

Man: Quaku Adepa Nyamekye! What? You? You were supposed to be having your bachelor's night but look at you. You are here having an affair with someone who happens to be your wife to be's friend.
(Huh? So that was Ma-uuda's husband to be? But how could Mariama do that?....and, and, and the man too, was Mauuda's father? O my God! What tragedy! Thank God they both saw us struggle, otherwise Mariama would have concluded)
The guy knelt down to beg as Mariama sat shamefully on the bed with the bedsheet around her. She was really a disgrace to friendship. They all begged me not to disclose what had just happened to Ma-uuda. To think that I would do such thing was very cheap. I had important things doing than to go about separating families and friends. I excused myself and went to join my friends at the table of "honour".

Few minutes after, Mariama joined us. I had to make her a little bit nervous so I asked, "where have you been all this while? I was searching for you." "I...I...I went to...."
"Ohoo! I..I...I, what is it? I'm sure you also went to the washroom. Thank God you haven't left us today because considering the time, I thought you were long gone. And about your cousin, won't he be lonely? Sure he's yearning for your company by now", I added. "Yea guys, it's late. Thank you all for the gifts. I really appreciate them. I need to catch some sleep and get enough strength for tomorrow's program. Hope to see you all here", Ma-uuda said and got up. She hugged us all and asked the drivers to help us to our respective homes. I still didn't believe what my eyes saw. It was just like a perfect dream.

Thank God this driver knew my home, otherwise we would have gone far without getting to our destination. He tapped me to get down when we got to my place. I slowly got down, still lost in thoughts, and went to my room. I had to try and forget it, lest the force drives me to blow the secret out. I undressed, washed down, came back to say a word of prayer and then slept. Mariama kept calling me but I assured her I had nothing to blow out, that was if only she admitted what she did was evil and was willing never to engage in such act again. It was evil! If she wasn't ready to hook up, then she should sit back and watch her life story unravel in a mirror. I told her and hanged up.



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