The parasite episode 5&6

TITLE: THE PARASITE

Episode 5: The Otherside of Me




Death is not necessarily the absent of breath, many people are dead yet still breathing. I lived daily to eat and eat daily to live, this was my routine as I shuttle my prepared meal from the house to the school cafeteria where I was selling till my suspension elapsed. I stood on the foundation of "where there is life, there is hope", so I kept on stretching myself beyond my limit to ensure we have food daily on our table. This would have been so nice if my husband sometimes assist with carrying the heavy coolers for me into my car, rather he pays blind eyes and deaf ears to my struggles, his major strength lies in his blouse mouth which rarely compliments one's effort. That fateful day I got to my business place at about 6:47am and began sweeping the cafeteria, I raised my head and behold it was the school's proprietor Dr. Motu Alhasan. Good morning Sir! (I greeted), Goodmorning Madam, you always punctual and also I noticed your passion with hygiene and keeping the cafeteria neat, nice one! (He commended). Thank you Sir! (I said with a smile).

We are thinking of keeping you as the sole food vendor in our school because of your quality meal, packaging, affordability and hygiene, do well to maintain this standard (he said), wow thank you Sir, I am honoured, but Sir I am only doing this as a temporary means to fend for my family, because I had some issues at my work place, sorry to decline the offer I will be resuming work in 2months (I said). Oooohhhh really the principal administration never mentioned it to me, anyways we won't go back on our decision, you will still keep this shop and allow staff run it for you with your standard (He said and walked to his office). Three weeks to my resumption back to work, I stormed into an old friend of mine who is a contractor to one of the multinationals, I pleaded with him to absorb my husband into his team which he grudgingly accepted after much plea, explanations and conviction. My husband's monthly take home was roughly N307,000 excluding some allowances which he didn't mention.

I returned back to my office and gossip about my family distress have been used as oil paint on each unit to beautiful their discussions, but who really cares about what people say, think or believe about me. I tried adjusting and staying mindful of my activities to avoid unnecessary insults. Three months later our promotion list came out, a new unit head was brought as a supervisor, this was someone a step below me on the cadre. Then I realised and checked the organisations handbook on implications of suspensions above 2months, I read aloud without taking cognisance of anyone around:

"anyone suspended will forfeit all financial benefit for the stipulated period, if suspension exceeds 2months affected staff will not be considered for promotion in 5year".

I burst into an uncontrollable tears, two of my subordinates clearly heard me reading the article, came closer to console me and threw jokes several at me just to lift me from my sobber mood.

This was when it sank into me what I had lost, I couldn't wait for the clock to tick the last second to my closure time, immediately it was 5pm, I had hung my bag on my shoulder, entered my car and zoomed off to the house. Max! Max!! (I shouted his name, entered into the house and banged the door behind). Why are you shouting like a mad dog? Have your fellow gossips told you I was home with another woman? (He asked sarcastically). You are such a devil in human form, I regret the day you came into my life, just imagine how you are making life miserable for me (I kept lambasting him). Hey spoilt child, will you keep shut before I shut it up for you? What's the meaning of this thrash? (He was already getting aggravated and stoned me with the throw pillow), I took cover and reached for the ceramic flower vase and aimed him on his head, before he could regain balance, I picked up the padlock which I brought in and stoned him again, my aims where on the focal points, he fell down helplessly with a blood rain gushing out like water from a broken pipe. This was the least action Max would have expected, though I was scared but happy to have seen him have a little taste of my regular meal and see THE OTHER SIDE OF ME...

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TITLE: THE PARASITE

Episode 6: Drowning Waters


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I watched him beg for help in his pool of blood, I never wished him dead, I prayed within and called for assistance from the security man. We rushed him to the hospital where he spent two weeks. His family members came visiting and it was a regular verbal war between us at the hospital, now everyone has spotted me a black sheep. This is the bitter pill I have been swallowing for over a year, whenever my husband sends me on vacation to the hospital there is always a subjective opinion formed that I must have said something provocative to him to have invited his wrath. This submission and fallacy of hasty generalisation has been quite irritating, judgmental and irritational, most of his family members who have resolved some of our issues have stylishly attributed the blame of wife battering to nagging women. His immediate elder sister rightly said to me at the hospital on one of our fights, that women who are slow to speak have lesser chances to be beaten by their husband's, I really wonder if people think with their brain or their anus.

Finally he had recovered and was discharged, a family meeting was summoned between both families, his mother was too busy demonstrating and threatening to ensure she files a suit against me on a count of attempted murder of her only son. I have never spoken with my parents about our fights, only my immediate younger sister Paulette knew about the ill treatment have been through, my parents and kinsmen kept begging them to calm down and resolve the issues amicably. Paulette struggled with managing her emotions but couldn't curtail it, she came out angrily from the room with a pestle and immediately flogged Maxwell's elder sister who was ranting all over our living room, she gave a a three count order for everybody to evacuate the living coolval stories room else its going to be bloody, everyone knew how brutal and dogged she could be, my in-laws left immediately because they had sensed that Paulette wasn't in for any jokes. My mother kept crying and begging her to drop the pestle, she burst into tear and narrated my marital agony to my family, my parents couldn't hold back but cry with me.

After some weeks my family insisted that we would return the dowry, I pleaded to have a little time to myself and have a word with my husband before we have our final decision, everyone had given up on my slave hub called marriage though I still believed we could work out things because this was not the kind of life I prayed and wished to live. I packed to my parents place for one month, that fateful evening my friend who gave my husband a job as his project manager called me to make a formal report, he told me that my husband had syphoned 8million naira from the 20million naira given to him to execute a job for a client. It was a really pitiable news to have heard, I pleaded with him to have a word with my husband before he takes any action which he obliged because he was my ex. I placed a call through to my husband to hear his side of the story, he couldn't deny it, yet couldn't say what exactly he spent the money on. We had a fight over the phone again and he bluntly told me that the 8million was for sexual damages from my ex who happened to be his boss. I couldn't say a word further because it sounded like he was under a spell.

Weeks passed my ex kept calling for his cash because I signed as my husband's guarantor, when the responses where not appealing he threatened to go legal with the issue, any further compliant about me in my office might lead to a dismissal, I begged him for one more month, I sold my car for 1.7 million naira took a care loan of 4.5 million naira, took a loan of 2million from my cooperative and added my little savings to it, to clear the debt. Its getting clearer that bad marriages are almost becoming like a fish (women), bait (money, fake love, pretentious care) and the hook (evil spouses). We sure have to be careful before picking a life partner else you will falling into DROWNING WATER...