Chapter 1
It was sunset in the house of Mr. Owen's kinsman who had a beautiful wife, Alissa fair in complexity tall, and chubby, They lived for years without having a child Mr. Owen wasn't happy about it because his mother needed a grandchild he had made prayers and did all he could but still in that predicament, it was Saturday morning Mr. Owen was sitting on the chair under a mango tree shade planted in his house a few years ago by his wife and had grown so big that the branches had made a big shade In the compound although Mr. Owen was thinking about his life without a child he would have had as a next of kin to inherit his patrimony which he bitterly hissed. And called on his gateman to buy him a Hennesy in a bar beside his house but he only needed the Hennessey because he thought alcohol Might be a source that could save him from his thoughts he thought of his wife seeing him taking alcohol but he got upset more saying to himself; Besides she caused everything why can't she bear me a child? He waited for the gateman after he had given him money for the drink. After a while, the gateman came in with the drink that he demanded then he kept it aside thinking the more he didn't hesitate to open the Hennessey and took a sip and planned on keeping the rest to avoid getting excessive but instead, he kept on sipping until he got drunk at that point his wife came in prying eyes at him knowing he was drunk
Alissa” My love, what are you doing?
Mr. Owen” Can't You see I'm taking a drink? Are you blind
Alissa” My love you do not have to treat yourself like this, we have too many soft drinks in the fridge and you prefer to take this hard drink?
At this point, Owen replied grimly, Mr. Owen” Would you shut up and go inside you infertile harlot You're just a witch tormenting my life, look Woman let me remind you, you have just a few days to count because I can't have a witch resting it filthy head on my pillow, Alissa couldn't condone the words from her husband but ran inside the room while crying She tried her best to console herself knowing her husband was drunk and doesn't act that way or come up with harsh words quotidianly, Alissa kept on crying until she heard a horn blowing outside, She stood beside the window to check who that person was, “Oh, Alfred”, she said’ while cleaning her face with a face towel Although Alfred was a good friend of her husband Mr. Owen who traveled one year ago to Saudi Arabia for business for his father's companies which took him a long time to get done, Mr. Owen quickly stood up knowing it was Alfred, then he staggered with a giddy eye but with a husky smile Alfred quickly hopped out of his car, Alfred” Owen himself,
Mr Owen” the Arabian man
*Alfred” No my bro, I'm not an Arabian man, I just traveled there for business you know, Mr. Owen” You decided to spend your whole life there
Alfred” Just a year now, what this? You didn't tell me you were going to host a party today, When did you start taking alcohol,
Mr. Owen” Just forget about it, that light skin sorcerer that has ruined my life, Alissa overheard them from the window and started crying furiously
Alfred” what is going on? What happened? Owen talked to me
Owen” Questions for the Pigman
Alfred” Oh you're drunk spitting all this gibberish about your wife
Mr. Owen” Oh hold it there young man that useless barren woman has refused to Give me a child
Alfred” Calm down bro
Mr. Owen” But you said I was drunk? Why would You tell me that? Mr. Owen started staggering
Alfred” Look it's not time for all this blah blah, not again, I'm just standing like a soldier without being offered a chair all because of some useless talks
Mr Owen” Very sorry my bro, Then he called on the gate man to go get an extra seat for Alfred to sit, But what was the meaning of that last word you uttered to me? Are you okay? This is my life I’m talking about Look let me tell you
Alfred” Cut the crab, I have to start going now I just came to check on you, to know if my friend was good all this while and it's obvious you’re doing well and good Let me take my leave
Mr. Owen” You’ve not overstayed your Welcome, Are you annoyed or something? “No, I’m not”, Alfred said’ as he walked straight to his car and drove off, Mr. Owen started shouting, “Look at this useless brat”, I’m supposed to be angry not you, and continuously sipping his drink until he dozed off.
