I woke up this morning to a loud rap at my door, it was mother in-law and guess what she had in her hand. A pregnancy test knit.
“Mom, what’s going on?” I asked rubbing my eyes sleepily.
“I came to help you do a quick test…” She said and pushed the door open as she entered my room and sat on the bed.
“I…don’t understand what this is about. I am travelling to Warri today and…”
“I know you are travelling to Warri today to be back in two days but in the meantime, take this test.” My mother in-law said.
“I’ll do no such thing!” I said raising my voice.
“Are you raising your voice at me?” She demanded.
“Yes I am and I’ll do it over and over again if you do not leave my room.” I said.
“I don’t believe you’re pregnant Ivana. I am a woman and I know a pregnant woman when I see one.”
“I can’t believe you! Don’t you want your son to have a family? Don’t you want me to have your grand kids?”
“Ofcourse I want kids for my son, I want my son to be happy but if my son could complain to me as soon as you arrived Nigeria that he saw your contraceptive pills in the cabinet, I have a cause to worry.” She said.
My mouth flew open. Nnamdi saw the contraceptives? I thought ‘I could have opted for injections instead.’
“What? Contraceptives?” I echoed.
“Don’t pretend you know nothing about it. He’s been suspecting that you didn’t want children for a long time now and he allayed his fears to me.”
I was dumbstruck, I didn’t know what to say, I stood there staring at my mother in-law.
“Think whatever you like but I’m not taking that pregnancy test.” I said rebelliously.
“Then I’ll trust you to tell me the truth then. Are you really pregnant or was that revelation of yours at the dining room a stunt?”
Something nagged at me to tell her the whole truth but the fighter in me refused, For once, I decided to be the true daughter of my mother. My mother would never grovel and beg during circumstances like this, instead she’ll lift her head high and tell mother in-law to mind her business.
“Yes, I am pregnant!” I said.
“Okay then, we’ll wait for Nnamdi’s return to Nigeria and when he comes you’ll go to the family doctor with him.” She said as she left my room.
I arrived my mother’s house in Warri five hours later, I took a flight to Port-Harcourt and from there, took a charter service to Warri which is not far from Port Harcourt. As soon as I saw my mother I shook my head in disbelief. We could pass for sisters, my mother was lavishly dressed and looked like the queen of the manor. Her husband had grown richer by the looks of it as the house they resided was bigger and more glamorous than the one my brother and I grew up in.
“Your cheeks are sunken…have you been eating at all?” My mother asked.
My mother had a way of making welcome speeches and this was the first line of her welcome speech for me.
“I am fine mom, how are you?” I greeted, walking over to hug her.
“I am better than you thought I’d ever be. You left your mother almost ten years ago in pursuit of foreign education, an education sponsored by my husband. You return seven years later to inform me of your wedding and after I attend your wedding, I don’t see you again. How sweet!”
“Do you want me to apologise?”
“No…at least not yet. Tell me about your dilemma with your husband.”
I sigh and tell her the whole story from the beginning till the end, and I leave nothing out.
“Have you seen your brother? He came home last week and he’s around somewhere…” She said to me, switching the subject of discussion.
My brother and I don’t speak as often as we suppose to especially as he is so close to my mother’s husband and our maternal half-siblings.
“Mom, I’ll see him later. I’ve told you the story of my life, the best thing you can do for me is help me out.”
“How do you expect me to help you out? Do you want a marriage manual? Well, I don’t have a marriage manual.”
“Don’t mom me! You are destroying your marriage because you are being secretive. Why don’t you tell Nnamdi the truth, that you don’t enjoy sex with him?”
“I can’t mom, it’ll crush him.”
“So you’d rather be the one crushed right?”
“I wanted to leave him at first but I realised I couldn’t…I love him.” I said in a small voice.
“Ivana, the key to every marriage is communication. I wonder how I have to tell you this even as old as I am. I thought that the younger generation understand this more than we do. There’s the internet and messages are passed frequently on marriage and relationships. Do not ever stop communicating. It doesn’t hurt to tell your husband how you want to be pleased….”
I shut my eyes and sigh.
“I lied that I was pregnant, and I’m not…what do I do?”
“That’s a hurdle you have to cross on your own. You touched a raw nerve! How could you lie with pregnancy? Is that even possible?” My mother asked.
I stare at my mother in complete hopelessness. I am officially frustrated!
- Ivana’s Diary 1: This thing called marriage
- Ivana’s Diary 2: Hot Dark Chocolate
- Ivana’s Diary 3: My Mother
- Ivana’s Diary 4: The Return
- Ivana’s Diary 5: Murder-In-Law
- Ivana’s Diary 6: The Sexomaniac
- Ivana’s Diary 7: Mrs. Regret
- Ivana’s Diary 8: Monster-In-Law & The High School Sweetheart
- Ivana’s Diary 9: Room-mates or a Couple?
- Ivana’s Diary 10: Dilemma
- Ivana’s Diary 11: Jumping the Gun