Must Read: Taking Chances

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Taking Chances

Daisy slumped unto her bed as soon as she hit her room. She couldn’t rein in her tear, neither did she want to. Today was the climax of the teaming tension and anger that had hung over them since Sunday or maybe ever since they got married. It was obvious their love had been a mistake and could never survive, she should have never come back to Nigeria, never taken this chance. She was darned fed up and wanted out. It had to be the best for both of them.




Suddenly she sprang up, and started a frantic search on her bed, soon her hand touched her phone and she picked it up, switched it on and waited for it to boot.
‘i can’t stay here, i can’t!’ she cried.
Soon the phone was ready and Daisy, with tear glazed eyes, scrolled through her contact. She needed somewhere to go, definitely not to Brenda’s or Peter’s or her father’s. But who else did she know in Nigeria. If only she was in Boston, she cried.
‘Uncle Tobechi’ she whispered, quite relieved as his number showed up on her phone.
He was her father’s elder brother that had given her away in place of her father during their wedding.
‘hello uncle’ she said, fighting for composure.
‘yes, who is this?’ came the reply.
‘uncle its Daisy…Chinwe’ she said wiping her tears.
A pause, then: ‘hi! long time, how are you?’
‘can i come over? I really need a place to go’ she blurted.
‘is everything fine? Are you alright?’
‘I…I…I…am not’ she broke into tears again.




Enough of the pretence.
‘what happened?’
‘i just need a place to stay, i want to clear my head, i really need somewhere to go, i promise not to be in your way, just…’
‘its okay, i understand. You can stay as long as you want’
‘thank you’ Daisy said and wiped her the tears that wouldn’t stop.
‘Ada is around with her kids, am sure you remember her?’
She didn’t remember her, didn’t care, what was his problem! ‘I don’t. Please text the address to me now’ she said.
‘okay’ he said. And the line went dead.
Daisy dropped the phone, stood up to get her duffel bag. She would be far from this house before Jide even returned, that was certain. She might even take off to Boston, if it came to that.
Enough was enough.
And so Daisy packed a stock of cloths that would carry here whenever it could.





That night Jide returned early, with the resolve to apologise for his earlier actions. However, he met an empty house. No note, no word, her phone was switched off and Adamu couldn’t give a clear account of when last he’d seen his madam.