My Sexcapedes Episode 20

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Our journey back to Lagos was a successful one. God was in absolute control of the journey that we arrived home safe and sound.

Lucy wanted to go back home that day but I pleaded with her not to. I asked her to stay with me for the rest of the remaining days. We have a week off from work. Already, we have spent three days. So let her stay with me for the remaining four days instead of going home to cry herself into the trap of sickness. Not only that, her mother wouldn’t find it easy because the outcome of our journey alone would affect her health not to talk of seeing her daughter crying herself out.

I have assured Lucy not to worry herself that what God has written would everly come to pass no matter what. Besides, with my brother’s backing, I know we would come out of all these victoriously.

But of the truth, Susan was indeed frustrating me badly. What does she actually want from me? To remain her sxxxx toy forever? Or to put my brother to the final sword by absconding with her? Nevertheless, I have decided to quit and have a life for myself and nothing would make me go back to her.

I told Lucy that Susan was the brain behind all these mysteries, but she was finding it difficult to believe me.

‘What does she stand to gain by doing all these?’Lucy asked.

‘Because she hates you with passion’, I had to lie to convince her.

‘What have I done to her to deserve the hatred and punishments?’, she asked.

‘Because she doesn’t want me to marry away from our tribe?’, I had to lie again to cover a lie.

‘For real?’, she asked.

‘Yea,’ I nodded.

‘Even as educated and exposed she’s?’.

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‘I am very much disappointed in her’. I said.

‘Ethnicity and tribalism in this present globalization and modernity? Then Susan is nothing but an educated illiterate’, Lucy expressed her anger.

‘I still don’t know why people, because of tribe and cultural differences, stop their children from marrying their heartthrob. They forget that we are first human beings before any tribe, religion or race, which is mostly what is used to psychologically separate us. For God’s sake, nobody is a second-class citizen or inferior to the other, we are all equal and unique for who we are. People intermarry both at national and international levels, so why will my own be different?.’ I paused. ‘But I will not be deterred and I have no regrets by the choice I have made to marry outside of my tribe.’ I had to hug Lucy tightly while whispering into her ear. ‘Baby, I will make you my wife against all odds. But you have to fight this war with me by not giving up on us,’ I assured and begged her.

‘I will not’, she assured me.

‘I love you baby’, I have to remind her of that.

‘I love you too’, she assured me.

That night, we had our first love making ever since we returned home. It was wonderful.

I was very happy knowing fully well that I have regained Lucy’s confidence back again. That we were going to fight together for our union. That she would stand by me even when the path became very rough.

Three days later, my brother came back to Lagos from his business trip. He requested we meet him. This time around, we were not meeting at his house. I was surprised that he wanted us to meet in a hotel. Meanwhile I told my brother that Susan, his wife, was the one feeding our parents lies just to make sure I didn’t marry Lucy. So, probably, he was just being careful.

We met at that hotel and talked at length. He entertained us very well. He assured us, especially Lucy, not to be discouraged with what happened at home. That as long as he was concerned, we would end up together except we decided otherwise. He promised to go home to know what was wrong with those old people at home. That we should go ahead with our marriage plans. He assured us that people at home would be taken care of.

Before we left the hotel for home that day, my brother asked me to call our uncles to inform them. He told me he would be going home the coming weekend. That he would see all of them as well one after the other before coming back to Lagos.

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How Susan managed to buy the heart of my parents was what I still don’t understand. Because my parents were strongly against their marriage. They don’t want my brother to marry from Susan’s side.

I vividly remembered the day my parents gave their reasons why they were against my brother marrying Susan.

‘…My son, Susan’s place is not a place to marry from. Their women don’t make a good wife. Another thing again is that their bride price is very outrageous,’ My father was telling Jude, my brother that day.

‘Papa, I am able and capable of paying whatever they ask for. It will only cost money; not a human head. I have made money. So I am not complaining,’ my brother replied.

‘Another thing is infidelity. Their women don’t stay in their husband’s house; they sleep around especially for money. They are not faithful to their husband especially when things fall apart for the man..’ I also remember my mother telling my brother that day.

‘Mama, that’s nothing but a pure fallacy. I am very much exposed. I don’t believe in those things you people so much believe in. Besides, we find unfaithful wives everywhere. Even in our community here, we have them.’ He paused before continuing: ‘So it’s high time you people kill those fallacies and allow children to marry whomever they love, in respect of their tribe, ethnicity and so on’. He heaved a heavy sigh. ‘All I want from you all is nothing but your prayers and blessings as a parents’, my brother said.

With the support of my uncles, my brother married Susan. Though my parents had no choice than to give them their blessings. But they did that for formality sake; just to fulfill all righteousness. But deep down in their hearts, they didn’t accept Susan.

But now, the love that my parents have for Susan has no boundaries. As a matter of fact, they cherished Susan even more than they cherished their own children. How Susan managed to win the hearts of my parents baffled me so much.

Although Susan was a very manipulative woman. She has a way of getting whatever she wants from people. Though her money always has a way of paving ways for her. And that same money was what she used to buy my parents’ hearts. Though, naturally, Susan has a good heart and she also has a heart of giving.

But I must confess, the way Susan was taking good care of my parents, even we, their children, have not done half of that. My parents were one people Susan doesn’t joke with. The love she was showering to them knew no boundaries. I don’t even know why. Was it because Susan was an orphan and only child of her parents or what?

Susan once told me that she has no one to show love to except my parents and me. Although I am out of the league now. So what I am getting from her now was nothing but hatred and wickedness.

In fact, there were no presents Susan had not given to my parents. Even the car that my father was using, she was the person that gifted it to him on his 70th birthday. She would have done the same to my mother, just that my mother was a fear type who preferred motorcycles more than anything else. So she bought her motorcycle.

Every December, my brother always shared bags of rice to all the widows in our community while Susan also shared bags of rice to all her fellow married women of our clan.

My parents listened to Susan more than anybody else. In fact, Susan was very powerful in our familyhood and beyond.

At times, I think of letting the cat out of the bag. So that my parents would know the truth. But one of the major reasons I got discouraged was that my parents would never believe me; they would believe whatever Susan said.

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Before my brother could travel home the following weekend, I called my uncles one after the other informing them what was going on. They asked me what my brother’s stand was on the issue which I told them. I even told them that my brother planned to come to see them patterning the issue any moment. All of them gave me the same answer: that they have to hear from my brother and my parents before letting me know their stand on the issue as well.

My brother went home and came back after a week with bad news. That he has done everything possible best to convince our parents for their blessings to our marriage all to no avail. That he even exhausted all his plans — first, he came with peace, it didn’t work. Secondly, he applied violence, to no avail. My brother said that despite all his efforts, our parents maintained their ground that they would never give me their blessings.

I was very grieved and pained to the extent that I had to confront Susan. She laughed at me hysterically and told me to my face that she would use the last drop of her blood to make sure that I didn’t marry Lucy.

I came back home angry. I cried so bitterly that day.

What should I do? Should I marry Lucy without my parents’ blessings? I asked myself.

To Be Continued…

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