Fate and Faith 3

As he pounded me hard I remember the Doctor telling us both to wait for at least a month before having sex and here he was pounding me after only 2 weeks.
Inside of my womb hurt. My vagina was on fire It felt like my flesh was raw. Burning and sore. I wasn’t ready for this. I counted the seconds as he pounded. Thankfully after about 5 minutes he collapsed on top of me. I pushed him off and ran to the toilet to wee wee and wash up. I knew pain would be waiting for me as I did the wee and it did. I cringed from the pain! I could hear his snoring from the toilet. I wished I had witchcraft to gum his lower lips to his upper lip from the toilet so I could have peace.

I was breastfeeding the baby when he got up. He woke in a flash and ran to the bathroom to take a bath. When he came out of the bathroom and was dressing up, he began his wahala again.
“So, if I had slept till noon that’s how you would’ve left me to sleep abi?
Wicked woman you want me to be sacked Abi, like you?”
“I wasn’t sacked Okey! There was no one to replace me and they wouldn’t let me go on my mat leave when I wanted to, that is why I resigned and you know that better than anyone!” I spat back.
It was one of those mornings. We didn’t speak till he left.
Later on that day, one of our neighbors’ kids Munachi, brought a small cardboard package and a calendar. The child remained at the door even after I’d said thank you. I went inside and gave her N50. I asked her who gave her the package to give to me. She smiled said it was Baba. Which Baba? I asked. The girl was already on her way down. All the tenants called the Landlord “Baba”. He wasn’t really elderly but he carried himself like a very old man. It couldn’t be the Landlord sending me a gift I thought. I peeled back the cardboard paper and inside it was a packet of mint 1000 Naira notes and a key.
While I was trying to make sense of this, there was another knock on the door. This time it was the Landlord’s daughter. She greeted me and said her father wanted to see me urgently.
I told her to tell her Father that my husband would see him when he returned from work. She said, “Baba said you should come now now”.

With Baby on my back I knocked on his door. The little girl who had come to our flat opened the door and led me into a small room like a reception. Funny, I thought since we moved here i’d never been to the Landlord’s flat before. The baby was beginning to cry probably because of the heat. So I had to bring him out of the wrapper and carry him in my arms.

The Baba Landlord walked in after a few minutes. He asked the little girl to leave and to shut the door after her. After we exchanged greetings he asked that I come behind him. He had something important to discuss with me. He led the way to a big living room. Most of the portraits on the wall were his. He obviously worshiped his looks.

My Daughter, how are you and the kids?
Fine Sir, I answered
I needed to run something by you…
You know you women are very powerful…You can do and undo..
And he laughed heartily…
I don’t get the joke or the point of asking me up to his flat.
“Can I offer you a cold drink, crackers, cake? What would you like?”
Nothing Sir, I answered. I may not be able to stay long sir, my other children will soon be back from school and there is nobody in the house!
“Okay..Okay…daz no problem…
Did you get my present?”
Present Sir?
No Sir !
I sent Munachi to you now!
Oh, was that from you?

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