EVERY WOMAN'S NIGHTMARE
This day June 3
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Slowly Nnenna moved up the steps that ends in front of a brown iron door. she gripped the knob,twisted it and stir it forward. Her parlour scented rosy,with the lengthy couch in a little disposition. She wondered if it were Joe friends that had visited.
The dong sound that came from the kitchen brought her attention back. she walked to a glass table that sat beside the kitchen wall, dropped her black bag and went to the oven. There was a white apron on the cabinet. She picked it and fused it into her face. it smelt wet 'Ifeoma' she called sounding blue.
Her knee felt lose as she climbed the narrow stairway. The barrister seemed large in her long slim hands. Her ash suit with a white blouse swayed with every breeze that came her way. It's been a week her head arched.
When she opened her room door that evening, she felt a violent shock rushing down her body. For a while she gazed at a long wooden bed that had a wide foam on it. she strayed her head back on the narrow stairway. bewildered, she glared round the splay corridor.
'Am I wrong?' She thought. Watching the bed again. The dark skinned man with a rough beard glimpsed at her, looked back and clutched Ifeoma to his naked waist.
she paced to the long bed clipping the chef by her neck and pegged her on the black marble floor.' Did I pay you to sleep with my husband?'
'No madam' wrapping her hands over her face.
Joe clamped her waist and dragged her off ifeoma 'leave her alone' he thundered. He walked to a wardrobe and picked a red shirt that had black strips round the shoulder' I'm done Nnenna, I'm done'
'You done what?' Nnenna watched him button the striped shirt.
'I'm done with this marriage' Joe replied bluntly.
Nnenna listened to the wriggling noises that hovered her head. Her eyes bled raindrops that streamed down her cheeks. 'But you love me Joe, you said you love me' her voice sounded broken while she felt the coldness of the marble floor with her whole body.
Joe put on a black shoe, moved passed her and banged the door behind him. She shut her eyes to see the darkness. How the young plump man meet her in the Reagan bar that night. His smile displayed his chunky cheek while he handed her a glass of champagne wine.
The third day they met, she was pinned to a concrete wall at the backyard of the city light club. He kissed her thin black lips deeply she thought they would fall off, then Joe whispered 'you're an angel'. Those words that make a woman shred her skirts and cast it bare for a sinful triumphant entry.
'But it was all about the money' . her eyes bled more raindrops. She closed her , took a deep breath and wished she did die in her sleep.
