It’s Not My Fault Episode 1
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???? It’s Not My Fault Episode One:
Bisola sat on the floor in the large living room with a sullen look plastered on her beautiful oval face. Her long black and big gown made it look like someone was being mourned. Where she sat on the ground, she buried her head in between her legs sighing at intervals.
In the living room was her husband and his parent in one corner fuming. Bisola’s parents sat at one angle looking unhappy. All of a sudden, Bisola’s mother-in-law stood to her feet and begin to speak hurtful words to Bisola.
Mrs. Kennedy: Dozie, have you seen the mess you’ve brought upon yourself and the entire family? And I warned you not to marry this Yoruba harlot but you wouldn’t listen, just take a look at how she paid you back. Which married woman in her right sense will sleep with another man? This marriage must be dissolved.
Mrs. Ayeni: (sprang to her feet to defend her daughter) Watch your tongue you Igbo dog. My daughter is not and will never be a harlot. Remember, your son married her as a virgin or has he forgotten? Your son should be asked someone questions, what has he done to my daughter? My daughter is now a shadow of herself, what did your son do to her?
Mrs. Kennedy: My son can never hurt a fly, he is an anointed man of God who goes about preaching the Word of God and God has been using him mightily. What my son needs is a woman who can help him run the ministry and not the one who goes around to sleep with men while my son is busy doing God’s work in the field.
Mr. Kennedy: keep quiet woman, will your rant bring the necessary solution?
Mrs. Kennedy: my husband, the only solution is the dissolution of this marriage. Can’t you see that she is carrying another man’s child and my son can never father a child that isn’t his? Don’t you get it?
Mr. Ayeni: (with sadness written all over his face) Bisola, my daughter, I know I brought you up well but it is well. What do you have to say?
Bisola: (wipes away her eyes) I am sorry for all that happened. If Dozie wants a divorce, I will gladly give him one. Please, don’t fight because of me.
Dozie: (flared up) Is that all you have to say? I am beginning to see reasons with my mom. Bisola, did I do wrong by getting married to you? Didn’t I love you enough??
Bisola: You know, I have nothing to say to you, Dozie. Do you just mention the word, love? I have been quiet all this while, I have been taking the blame because I am the pregnant one. The truth is I doubt if you ever loved me. I have nothing to say to you, send the divorce papers, and I will sign them without a waste of time.
With that, Bisola walked out of the living room and went into her room where she lay on her bed thinking about how she ended in such a deep mess.
Back in the living room, Dozie’s mother continued her rant and urged her son to get the lawyer to send the divorce as soon as possible so that, Bisola and her family can be out of their lives for good. Dozie then promised his mom that he without waste time.
After their inlaws left, Mrs. Ayeni broke down in tears, she couldn’t believe that the marriage of her only child was crumbling before her very eyes and there was nothing she could do to salvage the situation. She remembered how happy she was when her daughter got married, she was indeed a proud mother that every woman at the ceremony envied her so much. She remembered how she had always flaunted the fact that her daughter got married as a virgin and was always advising teenage girls to keep themselves pure.
She never knew the devil had gone ahead to wait for her. Very soon, the news of her daughter being pregnant for another man would soon be everywhere and she would be mocked by the women who had always envied her. The thought of that almost drove her crazy and the annoying part was that Bisola refused to say anything about the whole situation.
TO Be Continued
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