Bandit Baby - S02 E03
Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 3
When she told me she wanted me to do something for her, I began to wonder what she might be looking for.
Lately, I had been having issues with my wife, so I did not want to do anything that was going to bring problems between my wife and I.
Moreover, I was fortunate to convince my wife to understand the whole situation.
But she was not satisfied based on the fact that I was not there for her when she put to bed.
It was not an intentional act. I could not withstand seeing my wife undergo the pains of child’s birth.
But how was I going to explain to her that I did not only stand by Enobong, but I was actually the person that single handedly supervised the delivery.
Time and again, my wife had made it very clear that she cannot tolerate any form of infidelity.
If she could even be persuaded to forgive an act of adultery, she could never forgive the sight of bringing another child to the house, talk less of three kids.
How was I going to convince her that I had never known Enobong from Adam?
Could it be that Enobong was going to hand over her kids to me?
Oh! My marriage.
At first, I did not want to listen to what she wanted to say, but she insisted.
“Please just help us. Even if you would not want to help, please do it for the sake of the kids,” she pleaded.
“Ok fine. What is it?”
“Help me on the search of the father of these kids. I won’t be able to withstand them when they grow up and inquire of their father.”
“How? How will I help?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should start with Abisoye. This boy resembles him.” She pointed to the second born that was named “Ezekiel”.
“So are you in anywhere pointing to him as the father of these kids?” I asked.
“I don’t know. That is why I want you to help me,” she said in tears.
“How could you be that loose? Now look at the mess you have put yourself in. You will have to call him. Call him again.”
“He blacklisted my number.”
“Give me the number.”
She gave me the number and I called. Abisoye told me that I should never call his line for the rest of my life. That I should go ahead and claim the babies if I so desire.
What a man!
I told her what Abisoye told me and she began to cry.
I comforted her and assured her I would be visiting frequently.
“But wait ooo. How sure is Abisoye that he is not the father?” I asked.
“I do not know.”
“The other man, I mean the one you met just once, where was he from?”
“I do not know either.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“Who?” she asked.
“I mean the other man. Where did you meet him?”
“I met him in Uyo.”
“At his house?”
“No. I met him through a friend. Someone introduced him to me. I met him just once and it was at night.”
“Then let’s find him through that same friend. Where is the friend?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even have his contact. But I know where to find him if I get to Uyo.”
“If that is the case, we will find him when we get there. Meanwhile, I’ll help you secure a flat so you can settle down comfortably.”
We got to Uyo and after checking her into a hotel, I went home to meet my family.
It had been over a month I saw them.
A lot had changed in my family.
Instead of my wife welcoming me wholeheartedly, she began to give me some attitudes.
“You see this thing you have done? The day I will do my own, you will be shocked. You told me you went for an interview, but you ended up with another woman. You think you can deceive me? My dear you can’t. You see this house? Nobody is joining me in this house. Not even the babies. And let me warn you, if you try anything funny with me, I will destroy you. I will finish you completely,” my wife threatened.
“Darling that is not how to welcome your husband. What has come over you?”
“You have come over me. Your adulterous kids have come over me. You, your kids and that prostitute of yours, whatever she is called, I don’t care. You all have come over me. I read all your cook and bull stories. You can’t deceive me. You told me you needed only a child. God answered us, but you went behind, you cheated on me and now you have three kids. You have three kids. It will never be well with that woman. She’s a woman like me. She will have no peace for the rest of her miserable life.” She began to cry.
“Stop it,” I ordered. “What are you talking about? That young lady is innocent of your accusations. I have never seen that girl in the whole of my life. I have never cheated on you. So why are you accusing me?”
“My feelings don’t lie. You want my friends and my people to mock me? Answer me. You want those terrorists, those hoodlums, those bandits to come and be terrorizing me and my son? In this house? It will never work. I swear on my life, it will never work.”
I became terrified and confused. I wondered from where she must have gotten the moral to accuse me of such a devilish act.
I was about to ask of my son, just then I heard him fire his own missile.
“Daddy, so you have married another wife and she gave birth to three children for you. I hate you Daddy.”
I turned to my wife to ask what information she had been feeding my son with, but she was not there again.
“Who told you that, son?” I asked my son.
“From the television. Mummy said they are terrorists. Go back to your terrorist children. Leave us alone.”
My wife reemerged to get her son. “Don’t ask my son anything. Don’t you know it was all over the news? Every news medium said she is your wife. You even named one of the boys “Ezekiel”. Am I lying?”
I was shocked. How could they be doing me like that in my own house for the crime I did not commit!
None of them wanted to listen to me throughout that night.
My marriage was seriously threatened. I wished they gave me a listening ear so I could explain everything to them.
The only way for me to save my marriage was to find the father of those kids and I had to do that fast.
© Ezekiel Umoren