Finally we come to the end of this turn-twist story. I apologise for not posting the links for all the episodes like i promised. My memory card snitched on me. But you can always find them in archives on my blog. I want to thank Amuche, Wole, Chinenye, Faruk – My resource people and editing team; una try pass. Without further talk, here is the final episode of The Vengeful Gift.
“Haba aunty, I won’t disappoint you na, there is no way I will miss the chance. If the tailor messes up my dress for this wedding it won’t be funny oh” Susan spoke to her Aunty on the phone. “Well since you guys didn’t come to the house again and I already have Seun’s measurements, it means you are the only one left. It’s okay sha, I will come over tomorrow and pick you after your lectures and we will go to the tailor’s shop, how about that” Mrs. Banwo said. “E se gaan ni ma (thank you so much ma)” Susan replied in Yoruba. She knew how her aunty loved speaking their native tongue, and even though she herself knew she wasn’t too sound in speaking the lingua, she did it anyways, especially when she knew she was going to incur some favours. “No problem. Let me not hold you omo mi (my child), I am sure you medical students always have one book or the other to read. Teju is a typical example” Mrs. Banwo said referring to her daughter. To Mrs Banwo, her daughter was the exemplary figure; to all who cared to listen, of what medical students should be like. Susan laughed. “Yes ma, o daaro ma (good night ma)” Susan said. “Olorun a wa pelu re (the Lord will be with you) good bye” Mrs. Banwo said and the call went dead. Susan dropped her phone smiling. She was so excited. She loved weddings but what was more exciting about this wedding was that it was family. The joy of seeing relatives, the preparation to receive a new member into the family. The whole traditional rites and drama that goes with Yoruba traditional wedding and of course the church wedding that follows. It was going to be practically one long weekend of celebration. Celebrations were always welcome with Susan, plus she needed some constructive form of distraction from medical school. Her tummy growled, pulling her away from her reverie of future events, bringing her straight to the present issues at hand; she was hungry, she just realised she hadn’t eaten all day. All this reading was becoming too much of a habit. She took two small packs of indomie and put on the gas cooker, there was no strength to cook anything fancy and this wouldn’t take so long. As she prepared her meal her thoughts went to her best friend. Ezinne usually made indomie for them to eat. She loved Ezinne’s cooking. She would always rather lazy around or feign fatigue or whatever excuse just so that Ezinne does the cooking for the day, only helping her in minute ways like cut onions. She was suppose to be preparing for this wedding with Ezinne. Her family all knew Ezinne and knew they were inseparable. On a normal day they would be going together for the wedding. What was stopping them from doing that sef? She asked herself. She wasn’t going to give up her best friend that easily. Not even a good for nothing woman-beater could come between she and her life long friend. That truant called John needed to be dealt with in such a way he would just leave her friend for good. The question however was how? The indomie was ready so she turned off the gas and served it into a bowl. Taking the bowl into the room she picked up her phone to dial Ezinne’s number. She could at least make an attempt, Ezinne might just agree. She wasn’t ready to go to that wedding alone without her bestie to come enjoy the celebrations with her. It was only right she at least invited her, and she intended to do more than just invite her. The message icon was blinking on her phone screen. She hadn’t noticed it before. It must have come in while she was talking to her aunty. She opened it.
“My dearest friend. Life is so simple, we complicate it. I should have listened, I know better now. You were the sis I never had. I am sorry. Always know I love you.”
Susan didn’t understand. What was this about now? Quickly she dialled Ezinne’s number, it rang out. She dialled again, it showed “number busy”. She couldn’t believe it. That only happens if the recipient ends the call instead of picking. She dialled again, this time it said “switched off”. Now she was really worried. She had a feeling her friend was about to do something really stupid. Some part of her wished it was to John, another prayed it wasn’t to anyone. She picked her phone and dialled again. “Cosin mi (my cousin)” Seun’s voice came out clearly on the other end of the line. “Seun something is up, got a very creepy text from Ezinne” Susan said hurriedly. “Yeah, me too. Was just going to call” Seun was worried. “Abeg am going there. She fit go stab that boy now, not that he doesn’t deserve it but that’s gbege ooo(problem) on her head” Susan said. “Don’t dare go alone. I’ll meet you at the junction and we’ll go together” Seun said. “Fine see you soon” Susan said. She was already half way to her door. She wore her slippers, leaving her untouched Indomie, she left her hostel room.
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She smiled as she watched the light on her phone go out. Seeing Susan’s call come in was confirmation she had got the text and if she knew her friend well enough, Ezinne knew she would follow up even so now that she had switched off her phone. She had just sent three text messages, the first two were the same and were sent to Susan and Seun, the last was to John. That text read;
“Hey sweetheart, sorry to disturb you but it isn’t just food that is my surprise. If you could come home now you’ll get something you have been asking for (wink)”
She knew he would come. The food was ready. Even she felt she had out done herself with the stew. She put the rice in a food flask and arranged John’s reading table in a dinning format. Plate, bowl of soup and food flask all arranged with a bottle of Maltina to go. He place the note beside the food and walked into the bathroom.
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“GOOOOOOAAAALLLL!!!!” “Barcelona are simply fantastic. Messi a prolific free kick taker did a marvellous job to find the angle of the net, away from the reach of Casillas” rang the voice of the commentator, but nobody really cared because all the Barcelona fans were all jumping, chest pumping and dancing for joy. John was so happy. It was obvious his club was going to carry the La liga title this season again. He always loved watching football at viewing centres due to the atmosphere, although it was always stuffy thanks to the zinced enclosure that had very little ventilation, and yet was choked with a large amount of people. The heat made them sweat, and thus body odours emitted causing a stench no one seemed to take notice of, as everyone seemed to be in a frenzy. Like football analysts would say “simply electric”. He felt his phone vibrate but ignored it. Any one calling him now would have to chill, Barca had his attention and he didn’t want it any other way. After 8 more minutes, the whistle was blow for half time. As boys trooped out to get some fresh air and cool down before the second half started, he picked his phone and checked. It was a message, from Ezinne. “She should know better than to disturb me now” he thought as he opened it. “WOOOOHOOOOO” he shouted after reading the text. “Guy, abi Barcelona score again for your phone” some one shouted at him from the crowd outside. Boys started laughing. For the very first time John didn’t care. If he was correct and he knew he was, he was getting laid today. He quickly headed home. Even before opening his door he could perceive the aroma from the food waiting for him, his mouth watered. “Baby, you really went all out oh” he said as he walked to the kitchen. No Ezinne. He wondered where she was. Coming back to the room he then noticed the arranged table and saw the note. He opened it and read;
“Get started with the meal while I get ready for you (wink)”
He looked towards the bathroom smiling. “Ooooboy today na today” he whispered to himself and started eating.
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Susan had just reached the junction that lead to John’s house. She didn’t have to wait to long before a keke stopped beside her and Seun, Abdul and Sunday alighted. “Hey Susan, what’s up” Sunday and Abdul greeted her. “Hi guys” Susan said with a fixed smile. Turning to Seun she whispered “guy, I thought it was only you coming. What’s with the entourage?” “I am not taking any chances” Seun replied. “Mu je ne ? (Shall we go)? Abdul inquired in Hausa. Seun nodded and they set out. They passed the viewing centre and could hear commentary but no one was interested. As soon as they arrived, Susan banged the door. John was just half way into his food when he heard the door. “Who are these bad-belles that choose now of all times to come?” He said under his breath and opened the door. “Where is she? What did you do to her this time? Where is Ezinne you twat?” Susan screamed at John. Without waiting for an answer she pushed passed him and started searching the room and next the kitchen. “You people have come again. Why can’t you just leave us alone?” John shouted in rage. “Walahi aboki, do not tempt me because I am so in the mood to remove a tooth or two from your dirty face” Abdul shouted at him. “I can’t find her” Susan was in tears now. She headed to the bathroom but the door won’t open. “You swine, you locked her in the bathroom, are you mad? Did you pay her school fees? How dare you, how dare you?” By now Susan was on John, slapping any part of his body her slim hands could reach. Seun and Abdul just watched. Sunday quickly pulled her away. “Guy you fit break that door?” Seun said to Abdul. “See question” Abdul replied sarcastically. He went in front of the door and then ran at it. On contact the door slammed opened. For a split second everywhere was quiet then . . . . .
Susan’s voice was loud and painful and it filled the room as their eyes fell on the sight before them. Sitting, back against the toilet seat, knife in hand, blood oozing from a slit on her wrist sat Ezinne. Susan rushed to her friend hugging her, holding her hand to stop the bleeding and begging her to wake up. John was in shock, before anyone knew it he had slumped and fainted. Abdul and Sunday were completely confused. Seun walked into the bathroom. He noticed a sheet of paper stained with blood but still readable. It must be her suicide note he thought. He picked it up and started reading.
“Suicide has never crossed my mind, but the first time it did, it locked in. I loved and I lost. I gave it my all yet nothing came out. My dad always said when doing something do all you can to make it work, so that when it doesn’t work out well you can say you did your best. I wish I can tell my dad that not everything is worth putting all your effort. Susan if you see this I am sorry for all I put you through, you were always there for me, my sister from another mother. You and your cousin even when I turned my back against you. I will love you always. I couldn’t take it anymore from John and I didn’t know how to get out of it. He threatened to kill me if I left, he threatened to kill himself. I didn’t want blood on my hands but I was so tired. He locked me in the bathroom for a whole day even when I explained I was having my period and in pain. All because I was with you and Seun. So I took my revenge. I made him a meal with my menstrual blood, I really hope he enjoyed it. Good bye my friend. I hope we see in the next life.
Susan busted into fresh tears as Seun finished reading.
“THE BITCH DID WHA..” John started but a massive right fist from Abdul shut him up….. permanently. He was knocked out cold.
“Zinny wake up, please, don’t go please” Susan wailed she couldn’t bear to think her best friend was gone. No, it couldn’t be.
“Susan let her go, she is gone” Sunday said. At that moment he wished he was some where else other than in that room. As he reached to pull Susan up;
“Heeeeee….” the room went quiet, Seun stoped, Sunday’s out stretched hands hung, Abdul who was looking at John thinking how best to maim him turned.
“Heeeeelp mmmmmmme” the faint cry from Ezinne was a joy. Without thinking the boys acted quickly. As Abdul and Seun lifted her, Sunday tore a strip from his shirt and was wraping it around her wrist. All roads lead to the hospital that night.
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His head was aching, his mouth tasted funny. Damn, it was blood. He tried to open his eyes but they hurt. Where was he? What happened? As his eyes adjusted, his brain started booting.
Ezinne! Menstral blood!! The punch!!! DING DING DING. John was fully alert. Quickly he tried to make a run for it. But he was stuck. His two arms were tied to a tree, his eyes told him he was in a compound, like a students’ quarters, a crowd surrounded him.
“The fool is awake”. A voice he knew too and didn’t want to be near said. There was a loud cheer. Abdul came from behind and struck him.
“We have always hated girl beaters, now we will make an example of this one so others will hear and get sense” another voice rang. He turned his head and saw it was one of the officials of the Student Union Government of UJ.
“After we are done here the police wil handle the rest. Where is that bulala?” He asked.
John was frantic “No, please no, please I am sorry”.
But the crowd did not care and their hoots and roars covered his plea. The first lash sent a sharp pain to his spin, John was going to have a long day.
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Susan and Seun’s cousin’s wedding was a huge success. Family and friends alike made it and alot of pictures were taken. They did get a strong telling-off by their parents for not being smart about the Ezinne situation but everyone was thankful she was alive.
Ezinne could not make it to the wedding. Her parents had taken her to a private clinic to get better. There were rumors of her going abroad to finish school but she had told Susan in one of their many calls that she would be back in school.
The rumors of the happenings filled school and John was laughed at and mocked, “the menstral blood eater”. The school suspended him for his involvement and because he was arrested. Ezinne begged her parents not to press charges but to leave John in God’s hand.
Susan and Seun went back to school and hoped for Ezinne’s return. Abdul related the story of John’s trashing to any one who cared to listen and oh did he get some female attention for his “heroic” part in all of it.
As for Sunday and Zoe? Let’s say its another story all together.
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