February 27th, 2013
Akunna rose to her feet, when she realized I was the one who had driven in.
Mehn! This girl has some nerve!!!
As I got out of my car, I had a lot of choice words racing through my head. After attempting to make me lose my job, she had the nerve to show up in my compound??!
But as I got closer to her, my heart sank to my stomach. This woman looked nothing like the fabulous, flashy, and radiant girl my brother had dated. She looked wasted! She was at least 10 shades darker, and looked like she hadn’t slept for days. Even though I could tell she had tried to make an effort with her dressing, I saw that the maternity wrap-dress had been worn a few too many times, and her fashionable sandals were beginning to peel.
I decided to steel myself jo! I was determined not to fall for her games.
“What are you doing here?!” I demanded.
She glared back at me. “We need to talk!”
At this point, I couldn’t help but laugh! “Oh, now you want to talk?! You didn’t feel like talking when you almost cost me my job! Or when you told me to lose your number, you didn’t feel like talking then, abi?!”
“Faith, if you were in my shoes, you would have done exactly the same thing,” she said, her voice weak. “Please, I’m hot and I’m tired. Can we please go upstairs. I won’t take too much of your time.”
Truly, she looked rather exhausted. Shrugging, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to hear her out.
But not in my house! Call me superstitious, but who knew what kind of mischief the babe had in mind.
Knocking on Nwando’s door, I was happy to see that she was indeed home.
“Babe, please can we use your house?” I asked, before mouthing ‘Akunna’ and slightly tilting my head in her direction.
As a sharp babe, Nwando immediately got the gist, and let us in.
“You don’t mind if she stays, do you?” I asked Akunna, without really waiting for an answer.
Akunna smilled, “When did you become afraid of me, Faith?”
“Ah! One can’t tell with you oh!”
“Meanwhile, you sef!” Nwando said, jumping right into the conversation “Why did you get Faith’s boss involved in all this?!”
“She’s my Aunt. It wasn’t something I could hide from her!” Akunna said, defensively.
“But she didn’t need to know that Faith is Phillip’s sister! Why didn’t you introduce them when the going was good? When she might have even been able to positively impact her career? Na when katakata don burst, was when you remembered she needed to know that Faith is your, now former, fiancé’s sister.”
“I’m sorry…but at that point, all I wanted to do was lash out. Especially after I found out that Faith had met Diana.” Akunna said, in her defence.
“Who even told you sef?!” I asked.
“Ovie’s girlfriend told me.” Akunna answered. Ovie is my brother’s close friend.
“Okay, that one has passed. Why are you here now?!” Nwando demanded.
“Faith, you have to help me.” Akunna responded, tears streaming down her face. “Please, you have to help me! I can’t live without Phillip! I can’t have this baby without him!”
My heart melted at the sight of her tears, and I made to reach out to hold her, when Nwando pulled me back.
“You can’t have this baby without him indeed!” she snapped “So why did you open your legs to get pregnant for him, when you knew he was already seeing somebody else?!”
Akunna stared back blankly, and at that very moment, I was so happy I had decided to bring her to Nwando’s house. I had almost allowed my emotions take over, and given in to her theatrics. But thanks to Nwando’s no-nonsense attitude, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Answer na! Or you didn’t know he was seeing someone else?” Nwando demanded “Or do you want to lie that the boy didn’t tell you, over and over again, that he didn’t want to do again?!”
“Phillip and I have been together for over 10 years….”
“And so what?!” Nwando snapped “The man told you he was no longer interested. Was it by force?! For 10 years, you were able to manage not getting pregnant, how come it was when he said he wanted to leave you that belle finally entered!”
Akunna cast a desperate look at me, but I looked away. Ah, she wasn’t going to catch me like she almost had some minutes ago.
“I heard they are engaged,” she asked, her voice barely a croak “Is it true?”
I nodded, and she inhaled deeply.
“My dear, you have to move on.” Nwando said, this time in a more compassionate voice. “Sometimes, these things happen. But you won’t be the first or the last woman to have a child on her own.”
“And you won’t be on your own.” I chipped in “We are making plans to come see your family, so we can reach some form of arrangement.”
Akunna nodded, staring blankly into space. Nwando and I exchanged a glance. We couldn’t tell if she was taking the news well, or was gathering momentum for her next move.
I decided to take a gamble and go with my gut instinct.
“How are you coping financially?” I asked.
Akunna shrugged. “Phillip was the one who always sustained me financially, considering how hard it has been for me to get a good job.”
Correction, how hard it has been for her to keep a good job, but that’s a story for another day.
“My parents are retired, and my Aunty is not the most generous person in the world,” she continued.
I reached into my bag, brought out my cheque book, and wrote her a cheque. “Here’s something that can tide you over, until you and Phillip reach some form of arrangement.”
Her eyes widened when she saw the amount, and tears streamed down her face. I could tell that these tears were genuine.
“Why are you doing this, Faith?” she asked “After everything I have done to you!”
To be honest, even I didn’t know. Maybe it’s because I am also pregnant, and can’t imagine being alone and broke in this condition.
“That baby you are carrying is my blood,” I answered, also getting emotional “And in whatever way I can help, I want to. If you need anything, please call me…okay?”
She had surprised me with a hug, and after saying goodbye to her new ‘friend’ Nwando, had left the flat.
“That was a wonderful thing you did!” Nwando said, her eyes also glistening with tears. “There’s nothing quite a beautiful as the act of forgiveness!”
I nodded and smiled, wiping my eyes.
Now, I need to inform Phillip about what I have done. Something tells me he won’t be too pleased about it…