Thursday, 23 March 2017

BROKEN part 2


I was not done talking when mike and his people dragged my son from me, my husband didnt say a word, he just stared at us, i was suprised, my own gabriel? I wondered, they took my son and walked away, i couldn't walk,
i cried all night and day, am empty, no child, am crippled, gabriel never consoled me, i felt like a burden in his house, he barely spoke to me, i wondered my offence, yes, i knew i messed up, but it has gotten to him treating me like a mess, am sick for crying out loud, my whole world was washing away... God, it cant be, i kept on crying... Two days later, Mike called me, he said my son was missing... I fainted, i woke up in the hospital, he was the first person i saw wen i opened my eye, stop that game he said, produce my son, else your life will go wit him, and i knew he meant it...

My hopes were chattered, no aunty gladys, just me alone in my world, gabriel came only in the evenings to give me food, he bought me provisions, and bought me books to read in my spare time, like a lost sheep, i always thanked him, when ever he brought stuffs for me...

I meet my waterloo when the doctor told my husband, my womb was damaged during the accident, and there was on hope of child bearing...

At that point, i was BROKEN!

i was scared, i never knew the next action my husband will take, he was still the nice man i married, i woke up one morning, and got a message from david, i tried reading it when my husband stepped in, he grabbed the phone from me, and read the msg, i tried asking him for the content, all he said was 'you! He is not far from the truth...
What trUth..
he threw the phone at me, and walked away, i read the contents... And it read 'because our daughter died, you swore i'll neva have a child, right?'... I smiled, and called him on phone, 'david, dont you ever text me such rubbish again, ur the last parson on my mind, get out and face ur karma, and let me be, what comes around, goes around, so get out' he never called me again, after about two hours, my husband came back, and said i should leave his house, i'm barren, i killed his only daughter wit my careless driving, i'm just a burden to him, without one word, i packed, called my mum, she tried begging him, i stopped her, its my fate, i'll deal wit it.
I packed my things and left.. On gettin home, my dad said i just have one week in his house, i'm a total mess, when dat one week is over, i should also leave his house, i didnt beg him either, my mum pleaded wit him, he refused, i have faced rejection, so am used to it, before the one week expired, i went to aunty Gladys house, she advised me as usual, but i know my problem, and my God is the only solution, i turned fully to him, i left her house, i went to a prayer tower, i prayed, i cried, for days, i'm broken to life, i'm broken to my existence, all hope is gone,GOD come and take me, for days, i was back on my feet, so i could be on my own, i kept on praying... Two days later, i got a call, my son had been found,DAVID arrestted, he kidnapped my son... I knew God had stepped in, so i never relented, i never stopped, aunty glady came to call me, i told her, its my problem, she should let me be,

God is all i need now, like a dream, my husband came to call me home, i smiled, the doctor gave a wrong report, but in all, i still love you, he said, he took me outside, my dad was waiting to receive me... Just then, my mum called out my name, Sandra, wake up, baby girl,wake up, its ur 25th birthday, wow! Dream? Blood! I was amazed, i rushed, had my shower, and we all had a day out...

The end

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