Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5
Three days later, it was broadcast that there
was a bomb blast in the Federal Capital
Territory. The bomb was said to be
detonated at the early hours of the morning
rush, claiming not less than twenty-seven
lives. The names of certain senators and
political juggernauts were mentioned among
the victims and that made me worried. I was
not ready to miss my husband yet. We’ve
just re-ignited the romantic lights of our life
and I’m not willing to let him go at such a
time. On my way back from Odin’s school, I
tried calling my husband but none of his
numbers were going through. What is
happening? Tears began dropping from my
eyes, creating a tributary on my face, moving
down my neck and body. We used to talk
together, laugh together as I’ve always
known he loved me, if not for his ambitions
that made him the person he has fast
become already.
Reaching the gate of our house, I shouted at
the gateman to bring me today’s papers. On
the “Truth Seekers”, the headline reads: “7
Senators pronounced Death.” It shocked me
and made me almost bashed my car on the
wall.
Getting inside the house, I went straight to
our room and carried the picture that stood
on the table.
“Oh honey, please don’t go please; don’t
leave me yet. When it’s time, we’ll go
together.” I was soliloquizing. All of a sudden,
my phone beeped, it was Busayo. Though we
shared the same English name, Anthonia, I
preferred calling her Busayo just as she often
called me Tony-baby.
“Tony-baby, what’s up?”
“I’m good and you?”
“I’m happy to tell you that our wedding date
has finally been fixed.”
“Wow! I’m elated to know that?”
“You know what? It’s on June 12.”
“Really, that’s a historic date and your
wedding is going to be a memorable one
too.”
“Let’s sing Amen to that Tonia.”
“That’s perfect.”
“I lead and you respond accordingly.”
“Great Busayo.”
“Let’s shout Amen six times after the name
JEHOVAH-RAPHA.”
“Je-ho-vah-Ra-pha, A-men, A-men, A-men, A-
men, A-men and the great A-men.”
“A-mennnnnnnn.” I deliberately dragged the
last one.
“You’ve made my day.” Busayo said laughing
out loud.
“Busayo, I should be thanking you for stealing
away my worry.”
“What’s the matter?”
“You’ve not heard? My husband went to the
Federal Capital Territory to see one senator
and the papers are saying about seven
senators were victims of the last bomb blast.
The worst of it all, I’ve been trying my
husband’s number and none of his numbers
is going through. I just don’t know what to
do?”
“What’s our country turning to?”
“Our country is becoming so unsecured as
we now sleep with eyes wide open because
the next bomb blast may be right on our
heads.”
“My dear, you have to calm down. I know this
would be a trying time for you but you have
to relax and think through it. We can no
longer talk with heads held high about our
country, no, not anymore.”
“Ours is a country where the abnormal now
becomes normal. In fact, bombing has
become the “modus operandi.” I’m just
scared jare.”
“Hey, before I forget, I’m coming over to
discuss our wedding ceremony with you.
Many things are on my head, who to invite,
what food to prepare, clothes to wear and
change and what have you.”
“That’s fine, that will also make me think less
about the bomb blast naah.”
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