EPIPHANY

PROLOGUE

WARNING!
This is the very first draft and haven't gone through proofreading so you might find one or two errors here and there but nothing you can't navigate through! Cheers!

The cold December breeze has never been the one to fail to deliver shivers; it swept through the body like an army diligently on a mission to send everybody into blankets, it made the body worry with aches for another body. This December didn't come short of those gifts. Here I am married to my melancholy because society won't let me have it any other way, I turned 28 already, finished the national youth service corp. what else am I waiting for? Afterwards, ovarian cyst, fibroid and menopause are some of terrible aches I don't want to experience according to dad, as if child birth is all that there is to life.

"She called"

With eyes blank and void of emotion I told Ahmad as he stepped into the sitting room to pick up the shoes he left since last night. Of course he was expecting me to obediently pack up after him but that was then.

'Who called"

His reply as usual came off cold, his fine features turning ugly before my very eye, the sweet thickness in his voice turning absolute disturbance to my ears.

"One of your hoes, Maryam she said was her name or so"

I didn't even bother to look at his eyes, Ahmad and I used to be two sides of a single coin when we first got married but these days we seem to be far since the ever thirsty Abuja girls started to tickle his fancy, something I never saw coming but ultimately they have won and I can't stress.

"oh the curvy one, I'll give her a call. But wait have you been snooping around my phone kareema? Try not to hurt your self"

Reaching for the water dispenser he replied with a hint of pride in his eyes. Nothing new this has been the story of my life for a while now and I have learnt to live with it because honestly nobody will hear me cry,  Ahmad is the perfect child unlike me

"Ahmad kenan, of course I wasnt snooping around your phone common you are not really that important"

with a smirk I replied, two can play this dirty game. For a fleeting second I caught the hurt in his eyes, his ego no doubt suffered a blow but a sly smile played on his lips as he sipped his pure water directly from the disposable cup

"just one thing please, tell those hoes to please stop calling my line, I am a very busy woman and honestly I don't have time for things like that, the very next time a bitch calls my line to ask after you curvy or not I will have her locked up I don't care who her daddy is"

it was my turn to sip water too but in the absence of any I sipped my pride and continued pressing my phone. With a nod Ahmad left. It's amazing how words were off his tongue.
Hello, my name is Kareema Mukhtar and this is my story.