The Aftermath Of His Death

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14. The Revelation

“Where is she? Where is that mad woman? You better come out of your hiding place! You better come out!” That was the rants of Nkechi that woke me from my peaceful slumber.
I groaned, wondering why she was shouting this early. It probably was still dark.

Just then, there was a knock. “Sister Fisayo, it’s Feyisayo.”

Again, I groaned before opening my eyes. Kelechi was seated upright on the bed with a smile on his face. We exchanged pleasantries before he said, “Just get the door and head into the house.” He was referring to the main house as we had spent the night in one of rooms at the BQ. “I’ll soon come out.”

It took another episode of groaning, listening to Feyisayo knocking and calling out to me, and also listening to Nkechi rant before I got off the bed and dragged my feet to get the door. If you’d ask me, I just wanted to be alone, cuddling Kelechi as I tried to get back to sleep.

Once I opened the door, Feyisayo was about to speak before Nkechi prevented her, saying, “So you went to hide, isn’t it?”

From the corner of my eye, I could see her rush to the entrance. She pushed Feyisayo away and pushed the door open, making me step back.

As she entered, I didn’t know when it happened because it did so fast: her hand made contact with my cheek. My head swayed in the direction of the slap as she yelled, “You killed my elder brother and now you want to end my twin brother’s lineage, isn’t it? You don’t want my brother to have children, is it not?”

I didn’t need to bother about retaliating, neither did Feyisayo whose feet I saw enter the living room; Kelechi did instead.

“How dare you?” he barked. “Don’t you have respect for elders anymore?”

I took a glance at Nkechi. She stood frozen with wide eyes that were fixed on something behind me – definitely Kelechi. Then, she shook her head with eyes closed, as if in doubt of what she saw.

“Are you dumb?” Kelechi barked again. “I asked you a question!”

Nkechi jumped at the sound of his voice. She stared at him, still looking doubtful, for a brief moment before she ran out of the living room.

Kelechi then held me from behind. “Sorry about that, honey. She’s going to pay for that.”

“It’s not like you’re going to punish her like a child,” I muttered.

“And who says I can’t?” he answered, proving to me that he heard what I didn’t want him to hear.

Then Feyisayo entered. “She went to call Mama and Papa.”

“Wonderful!” Kelechi said, sounding both sarcastic and grateful. “Now, they’ll be judged according to their works.”

Kelechi and Feyisayo stared at each other, like they were communicating silently. Before I could ask them why they stared at each other like that, Feyisayo quickly left.

“What was that?” I asked Kelechi.

“She went to call the police.”

I raised my brows in a questioning manner.

Kelechi sighed. “Florence wasn’t the only that knew. She did too. One of the things I told her was to call the police when it was time for my family to know the truth.”

I stared at Kelechi in disbelief. He had told my sister and best friend, and not me – his wife – what he was about to do.

As if he knew I was getting upset, he said, “Honey, you can punish me later for my behaviour. Just relax and let me handle this, alright?”

I shook my head, looking away from him. “It’s your words, not mine.” I still wanted to be mad at him but decided to let it go, for now. I was just about to face a drama with his family so it was best to deal about this with Kelechi later.

Right then, the door flung pushed wide open and in came Kelechi’s family.

Mama, can you see it?” Nkechi said, pointing at Kelechi. “Can you see the rate of this woman’s witchcraft? We shouldn’t have let her marry our brother.”

“My wife is not a witch,” Kelechi yelled. “You people should stop saying that.”

“Of course, you’ll say that now,” said Nkechi. She glanced at her father. “She even tells Kelechi’s ghost what to say.”

“Nkechi, shut up!” her father said, his eyes observing Kelechi.

“I think it’s really Kelechi,” said Ebuka as he stared in the manner his father did.

“My son,” my mother-in-law said, stepping close, “is that you?”

“Yes, Mama,” Kelechi answered. “It’s me.”

“But you died,” Ebuka said. “I saw you on your death bed.”

“I was never dead. It was all a test and you all failed.”

“What do you mean?” my father-in-law asked.

“I knew you all hated Fisayo, but I wanted to know how much. And from all what you’ve done, it’s very clear to me now you cannot take care of her as a member of this family.

Papa, Mama, you know Fisayo is not who Ebuka and Nkechi have painted her to be. You’ve known her since our secondary school days. So how could you have forgotten the woman you both described as a wonderful daughter?”

He pointed at his twin siblings. “These two people you’ve been listening to what have they done for you? They’ve been collecting money from me, claiming that you” – he pointed at his father – “you were sick or that they wanted to start a new business. And that happened after they had squandered the money they were supposed to use to prepare to get into higher school.”

Right now, his gaze was on his siblings who looked really shocked. “Oh! You think I don’t know, eh? You think I don’t know everything you’ve been doing with the money I send to you? Well, today is the day of reckoning.”

Just then, someone barged into the living room. At the door stood Feyisayo and two other men, one of them wearing the signature black uniform of the Nigerian Police while the other wore a casual outfit.

“Officers,” Kelechi said, “you’re here finally!” He pointed at Nkechi and Ebuka. “Arrest these two.”

The two men stepped closer to them, removing handcuffs from their pockets as they put their hands at their backs.

“Ah, ah!” my mother-in-law said. “Why now?”

I glanced at Kelechi. “Yes, Kelechi. Why?”

He didn’t look at me. He gestured towards Ebuka. “That one tried to rape my wife.”

Both my parents-in-law gasped.

He pointed at Nkechi. “That one has been harassing her.”

Then, both officers put the cuffs around their wrists as they informed them their constitutional rights.

As that happened, my father-in-law said, “Kelechi, what is the meaning of this? Why are you getting your brother and sister arrested? There are better ways to handle this.”

Papa,” glancing at his father, “didn’t you hear what I said? Ebuka tried to rape my wife. You expect me to let him go scot-free because he’s my brother?”

“But –”

“There are no buts, Papa. He’s going to face the full wrath of the law for what he’s done.” He looked at the officer behind Ebuka. “Take him away.” Then he said to Nkechi, “As for you, you’re going to stay there until you learn to stop harassing your elders. And just so you know, your room the other night: that was all Feyisayo.”

The officers took them out of the room after having cuffed them. As they were being taken out, they kept protesting that Kelechi shouldn’t have gotten them arrested.

“Kelechi,” his mother said once they were out the door, “we don’t need to involve the police in this.”

Mama, don’t. Just don’t. Don’t put anything into this matter. You and Papa only made this situation worse by asking her” – he pointed at me – “to marry Ebuka. Ebuka will marry her and do what? Somebody that cannot take care of himself will now come and take over my business and wife? It means she and my children will just die!”

Both his parents wanted to talk but he interrupted by raising his hands up. “Both of you are welcome to stay here but don’t try to paint any picture that will ruin my marriage. I’m happy with the woman I married.”

Kelechi took my hand and walked out of the room. He walked very fast, making me to do same, as we headed to the house.

As we got into the house, I said, “Brownie, I get why you got Ebuka arrested but Nkechi?”

He turned to face me.

“You know she’s just being herself.”

“Yes, I know. And she needs to be kept in check. Let her stay there for some time and think about her life. She’ll get out when I want her to.” He turned away, heading for the stairs.

“I still think there wasn’t need for that,” I muttered.

He stopped immediately and turned to face me. “So you’d rather you or your sister beat her and then she presses for charges for assault?” He raised his brows questioningly.

As he put it that way, I understood why he said I shouldn’t retaliate whenever they did anything to provoke. “Okay, fine. She should stay there.”

He stretched out his hand. “Come here.”

I walked towards him and put my arms around him.

He did same, saying, “It’s alright now, okay?”

I sighed. “Brownie,” I said into his chest, “you should have handled this in another way.”

He released the hug. “I wanted it this way.”

I pouted. “It was risky, too risky.”

He exhaled heavily. “Everything that’s happened since Friday was risky, even trying to get Mr Richards’s company to be our partners but I did it for you. I did it so no one would look disrespect you anymore.”

“What has Mr Richards got to do with this?”

“Well, not much but I sent him a mail last night through your mum’s phone, telling him we’re no longer interested in doing business with him.”

Once again this morning, I stared at Kelechi in disbelief. It was as if I didn’t know what he was capable of. “Why would you do such a thing?”

He shrugged. “He needs to change his mentality. Besides, I can’t work with him after he disrespected you like that.”

“So what are we going to do now?”

“I got a mail from another company on Friday. You’d already left the office and because of what I was about to do, I decided that they’d be a back up if what I planned to do wouldn’t fall through and Mr Richards decided to back out.”

“Is that company good enough?”

“Yeah, it is.”

He took my hand and headed in the direction of the stairs.

I withdrew my hand. “I have to make breakfast.”

“Let me do it, as part of my punishment.”

I chuckled, surprised he remembered that. “I haven’t even said what I’d do to punish you.”

“You’ll figure something out.” We smiled at each other before he stepped forward and pecked my lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” I said, chuckling. “You just overdo it sometimes. You have to tone it down.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t think I can.”

Hearing those words made me feel that he probably could do something as crazy as what he did or even more. Though I wished he shouldn’t show his love for me in the manner he did, I still loved it. “I love you, no matter how crazy you are.”

He laughed out loud before he pulled me to the kitchen. I joined him in the laughter, happy that my husband was finally home.


So there you have it: the end of The Aftermath Of His Death. I’d love to know what you think of the final chapter. Do you think everything Kelechi did made sense? How do you feel about Fisayoʼs reaction in this chapter? What do you think will happen to Ebuka and Nkechi?

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