ARIKÈ
Franklin A.N.@anfranklin784877
28 days ago
The news was on, the nation was up and in chaos about the passing of the president of Nigeria.
Some were delighted he finally left the seat in a corpse, others were protesting on if he actually died, the other set were just interested on who would take over after the president that had passed on.
Arike's husband was arguing interchangeably with the other men in the neighborhood that evening, about what was going to happen in the presidential quarters, who was going to be president and all political suggestions included.
He was an educated man. He just didn't have money but he lived well within his means.
The equation was not that a man had to have money because he was highly read.
Arike's husband was just living a normal life, the life of the normal Nigerian Man.
Arike' wasn't even sure if she was happy or not, the question was not about being happy with her marriage or if her husband was a good man, it was the vacuum that Arikè didn't know she would feel after being married.
Marriage was so exciting when it was even in her early 20's.
Marrying at 22 was fair, it was a fair deal.Arike wondered where all her excitement had gone to.
Was this not the same man she was going to die for at least 7 years back as a 20 year old hopeless romantic? now all the spark was gone,all the fire was gone.
Bolaji was a good man to her,he was caring,he was loving and he went the extra mile for them to see that they were happy,but Arike still felt there was more that could be happening than a routine life.
She woke up, cooked, cleaned the house,took care of her two children which would have been three if she hadn't miscarried her second child but took in just after, not so long after she miscarried.
Arike' couldn't lay her hands on what the matter was actually. Suddenly Bolaji didn't excite her anymore, suddenly the rush and the adrenaline rush had died down, suddenly she didn't care if bolaji kept late nights,she just wanted another life.
"Arike, aṣiṣe pẹlu rẹ ?" ; what is wrong with you? There was no reason why she felt we she did. She didn't want bolaji,she didn't want to be the woman she was,she just felt trapped in a life that seemed so perfect from the outside.
After the president had died, the nation was quiet, but soon Arike's home was quiet too ,as bolaji stepped out the night after to go and get 'Suya',just to make his home happy.
An incoming vehicle sent bolaji to where' the president was as well, it was like a meeting for executive personnels on the other side of life.
This vehicle swerved because there was a gun shot and the bullet hit a glass window of one of the restraunts.
This gunshot sent panic waves to the neighborhood and this driver who was trying to park to get suya as well, swerved and that was how bolaji didn't go back to Arike that night.
Arikè felt that it was her thoughts that sent a message to the universe to take Bolaji away, suddenly he was not outside with men to discuss the passing of the president, it was the men that discussed both the passing of the president and the passing of Bolaji.
The broken glass where the bullet bounced off was on display the next morning and everyone wandered how fated it was that a stray bullet hit a glass that didn't totally shatter but then caused the death of a man who stood on his own.
The glass was a mirror like glass that showed the reflections of people as they passed.
At the time people gathered to see the glass which should have shattered but bounced off,the reflection of the woman who was on her business hawking and going her way was stuck in the mind of Ikenna who stood still to decipher the picture he was seeing on the reflection.
This could be Arikè in a few months trying to care for the kids that Bolaji left behind.
How could a woman not up to 30 be widowed suddenly, The arikè that was soft was maybe going to see life in the harshest forms.
Arikè at home, hadn't wailed.
She had hot tears and a heavy heart that boiled behind her chest, she wondered why Bolaji was taken away,maybe because she had imagined an I'll fated thing and wished for something else,but she never imagined that Bolaji was taken away for her to be free.
She just wanted to find her self which she thought she lost not loose Bolaji.
The day Bolaji died was the day Arikè broke to pieces.
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