Can this be happening? What is the meaning of this one, eh? She mused as she paced round the living room. This cannot be happening, not now, not again! She was screaming and raging inside, wondering when this jinx will be broken.
Anita paced round the living room, the background noise from the television was irritating her as she scanned the room looking for where she dropped the remote control to mute the noise. ......"hmmm, ISIS and their wahala, when will they stop this world madness?"
Her daughter was unconsolable in her room, with puffy eyes. She left her few minutes ago to gather her thoughts and see if there could be any remedy at this point. "Should I have kept my secret? Does he know too much? Should I open up to her?"..... These were the thoughts she that kept gnawing away at her peace of mind.
She strode back to her daughters room "Nne, stop crying, this isn't the end of the world" she drew her closer as she quietly and slowly wiped her tears and put back the stray strands of her natural her in their rightful place. " shhhh shh shhh, calm down sweetie, you are a strong woman, we are from a long generation of strong women, you will beat this"
Her daughter raised her head and smiled weakly and shook her head as a new wave of tears cascaded down her face, ...." Strong eh?!She laughed out like a maniac "strong eh ?! She started muttering to herself as she buried her face on the pillow, leaving her mums embrace. You can see the pain and the anger on Anita's face, but what can she do? What sort of problem is this? For three days now, her daughter has refused to eat or shower, she has loosened the hair she plaited a day before the events that led to all this pain.
She picked up her phone and went to her room, making sure that she didn't close the door behind her. She ws worried, more worried than she has shown. Her husband has repeatedly reassured her that their daughter will be fine, though she knows she will be, but she is scared of what she will become when she recovers from this. She has to be strong for her, she has to be by her side throughout this test period. She looked at the ceiling before dialing the number,one thought kept coming to her " tell your daughter the truth" one voice kept saying " don't try it, don't you ever try it, you will lose all you have ever worked for and your world will come crashing"
The source of this pain knows the whole truth, but she trusts he won't say a word. He can keep secrets, that she is sure of, but for how long will this remain a secret? She had planned to say something, but events moved faster than she imagined, and now this pain. " If I can survive that cancer, I can survive anything, this is the fourth generation of women in this lineage that has suffered this, and I bet this will be the last" immediately she said this, her sanity started coming back and she remembered her mothers words " it pains me that this same this is repeating with you" her mother had said twenty five years ago and she remembers vividly her response " mama, if it has to repeat itself to get sorted out, let it, I cannot be the sacrificial lamb for you people" the mother had merely laughed at her ignorance.
Twenty five years later, everything has become clearer. She now has a new resolve within herself. Ifeoma will be the last to suffer this, "my daughter will be the last to suffer this". She picked her phone and called the husband " honey, please make some transfer to me, I am taking Ifeoma on a journey to Lagos, we will spend two weeks" the man was confused on the reappearance of his wife's spontaneity, she used to be that spur if the moment person, but child birth and raising children has toned her down a bit. " I will give you details when we come back" she dropped the call. "It is time for Ifeoma to meet her real father" she mused.
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