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And murder, she wrote

August 1, 2011

SHE KNEW THEY WERE IN THERE, in his bedroom. They could be doing a number of things that are unrelated to what you feel in your gut. What you think you know, a voice reasoned. Yeah right, ‘Pamela Anderson tits are natural’. She knew what she would find if she crossed the hallway and entered the right across it. She supposed she had known (though not for certainty), for a few weeks what had been going on behind her back. She had heard the whispers, had heard the rumours. At first she had dismissed those suspicions as utterly preposterous. Then she’d dismissed the rumours  ‘cos she desperately didn’t want them to be true; remotely. The pain had been unbearable, just entertaining the thoughts of him cheating on her with ‘her!’.

Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly towards the door of the room where her female essence had been given willingly and lovingly to the man she loved. As something she could only label dread registered in the pit of her stomach, she knew. Certainly

It had been easy and hard for her to set this trap. They thought she was in Abuja for the weekend when she had never left Lagos

Opening the door as casually as one who had that thrilling-but-almost-fatal-race for the loo does after he had successfully dumped the shet, she stepped slowly into the room. The vision of what was going on the bed slammed into her with the force of a charging-bull

She thought she had been prepared, for what she would see in here. But she hadn’t, not for the searing pain that sliced through her, not for the spurt of hatred that flowed through her.

And ‘how nice of them to be so engrossed in their throes to not have noticed her entrance’, she thought bitterly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you guys” she said, and was somewhat surprised at the lack of emotion in her voice. That is, if you discounted coldness

They sprung apart. Like the way the hand of a ten year old boy awkwardly disappears from the pot when someone suddenly walks into the kitchen. She would forever remember the look of horror that immediately appeared on their face when they saw her standing in the doorway.

“guess it’s a party for two” she commented, noticing the opened bottle of champagne and two glasses standing on the stool beside the couch at the far corner of the room.

“Ese……” he started weakly

“Yes?”

“You are supposed to be in Abuja” he mumbled dumbly

“I see you were counting on that….”

“Ahhh…..”

“How could you?” because ‘she’ hadn’t spoken a word since their tryst had been interrupted, she angled her head to face ‘her’ and whispered “how could “you’?!”

Slowly, she dipped her hand into her purse and removed the pistol. She saw the sheer fear and terror on their faces as she directed the gun towards them.

“Now now, Ese….. easy.. easy. Let’s resolve this matter reasona-”

“Shut up! Just shut the hell up!! Were you gonna say reasonably? I’m shocked! Did you treat me reasonably? Respectfylly?? I knew you guys were going at it behind my back you know, at first…….

*******

It’s alright to play around…. Just remember that the feelings of others are involved…

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12 Comments leave one →
  1. August 1, 2011 4:03 pm

    I like, so please tell me there is a continuation

    • August 1, 2011 4:10 pm

      I’m sorry, Dat’s where my part of d storyline ended.. maybe yu can continue it

  2. terdoh permalink
    August 1, 2011 4:16 pm

    Ha! I’m guessing we can figure out the rest. In situations like this, I ask myself, if I was the unlucky mother fucker, what would I have done?

    1. Use the babe as a human shield. My life is important utunu

    2. Beg for forgiveness as I blame the devil for everything. Its his fault. As usual.

    But who is the other babe in the first place?

  3. Cleo® permalink
    August 1, 2011 10:28 pm

    Shoot them both dead.
    The End
    #ThatisAll

  4. THINKTANK permalink
    August 3, 2011 10:42 pm

    Please not this again. Since when did murder become such a cheaply used punishment? He raped -kill. He cheated -kill. He stole meat from pot – kill. Are we no longer creative with punishments? And letting them fit the crime? Anyway…

    Well written post though. I think I’ll write a story of my own. Hmmmmm…

    • divaD permalink
      August 20, 2011 1:33 pm

      this things do happen… I’d do d same

  5. Tega permalink
    August 20, 2011 1:25 pm

    befitting end for them.. I’d prefer if she let them suffer first

  6. Jones permalink
    August 20, 2011 1:26 pm

    Shit!! He should have used a motel room…

  7. Peter A. permalink
    August 20, 2011 1:28 pm

    would have love a continuation

  8. divaD permalink
    August 20, 2011 1:35 pm

    although belated, thanks for sending me d link to this post

  9. Nshina permalink
    August 30, 2011 4:12 pm

    @THINKTANK..Nice comment!I feel you!

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