I spoke to Annet. She told me the worst news ever. My rival was my half sister.
She had met them while they were making out in his office on a Friday night , in Greg’s office . But never bothered to tell anyone until I pleaded with her. She kept the secret sacred until she snitched well enough to gather adequate information about her.
Today she realized , anytime they left the office together, he takes her to our home.
While I was at work during working hours, my husband is messing up with my half sister.
Annet , the gratitude that fills my heart is enormous. Thank you so much. I just can’t thank you enough. In a world full of wickedness I have you to be thankful for.
The last thing I was willing to do is to cry over a marriage that has my pride shattered. Or a Sister that lowered her dignity to the four extreme edges of a king sized bed. I went home and spent the weekend going out and engaging in clumsy activities at home to keep me busy. I packed all my clothes and cleaned everywhere that needed to be tidied . I informed my mother, about coming home but didn’t say the details.
Finally, I went out on Sunday afternoon in a pink kimono and a white dress beneath it. I didn’t know why it took me so long to wash my car or get a pregnancy test done. While the Cleaners were seriously washing the car , I quickly entered a supermarket and purchased a test strip.I wasn’t nervous because , I didn’t want the child anymore. The doctors always said I could get pregnant but it never happened. This pain in my stomach doesn’t feel like cramps.
I entered the washroom at the supermarket, gently dropped my handbag washed my hands and went straight in. I did the test and the longest three minutes of my life was that day. I took my phone off the strip and I felt myself trembling, the strip fell and I got down to pick it. I laughed hard that anyone who was in the next cubicle would hear me laugh. Then the tears fell. God why ?, Why will you punish me to this extreme pace?. Is there any sin from my past that I didn’t know about that has come to play Karma’s cards on me ? Is my story just full of bitterness? God why ? What have I done ? God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is my sin that I can’t be pardoned? Why must I carry the memory of betrayal along with me in the next journey of life? I wanted to move on!!!!. Suddenly it dawned on me . I was still in the washroom holding in to the sink as though it was human . I have to go I said to myself and left the room like I wasn’t the lady who was clueless seconds ago.
On my way out of the room , I called my mother, She was being funny as usual but I wasn’t being the chatter box today. “Are you Okay? “, Yes mom . Where is Sandra? “She left home an hour ago , I don’t really know where she went” . Please tell her to call me when she gets home later.
My regards to Dad and tell Fiifi I will bring him his black shirt tomorrow. Fiifi always wanted a shirt from my company but I never get to remember my promise until he runs to open the gate for me whenever I arrive at home.The best security guard my family ever had since we moved into that neighborhood. Some people just leave joy in your paths while others do the other wise.
I paid for the cleaning service and drove gently home. At least I wasn’t alone in this battle, I had a partner, my little blessing. I kept rubbing my tummy and praying for a safe and healthy baby.
I got down from the car , picked up my frosty bite ice cream and entered the room through the garage. He wasn’t even in the room . A faint sound from the washroom opposite the kitchen door made me curious. Who was in there? Greg! Well there was no response. I got there and pushed the door.
Jesus ! Greg! Greg ! He had a knife in his chest . Suddenly, I forgot the hurt , the betrayal, the pain and threw all I had in my hands away. My car keys, the ice cream, my phone and hand bag all flew out of my hands.
Greg we’re going to be parents soon! Look at me , Please hold on to my hands and stay with me. He kept saying I’m sorry I am…sorr……yy .Sandy did this to me ….
Greg get up ! My fatal mistake ! I touched the knife , I hugged him. His blood was all over my dress.
I rushed out to get help but I met the police officers in the hallway. I asked them to help me without even thinking. Then the tallest man , which I later got to know was the Police inspector said it was reported to them that The was a noise and argument from this house. So the neighbors called the police. After they couldn’t get in themselves.
I just got in officer, my husband is on the floor dying please help me first! We got in and he was already dead. I didn’t know what exactly I did to incur these unpleasant things that came my way, but I was optimistic about life.
This situation is very farcical and I need God to be freed. He was taken out and with my hand behind I was escorted out of the house.
My mother cried more than I did. I lost my sense of feel maybe. The pain in my heart didn’t allow tears to fall . I was broken and the aperture among the pieces made me unsentimental. Right there I decided my fate. But that of my baby was unknown to me. I waited trial and the final day came.
I had to listen to every details the judge said . I became the newest inmate at the female wing . I felt condemned and lost. I never said anything to my parents concerning the revelations of my late husband.
The first 8 months of my journey in prison was the best of my motherhood experience. It had it ups and downs. I would touch my belly and nice things to this child . My baby you’ll grow loving your life and finding happiness, You’ll be Thywill no matter what gender you are. The will of the lord will be fulfilled in your life.
My baby became my companion, the nauseous pains, the frequent bleeding and discomfort were good enough to hold on.
I was almost due. I remembered waking up at night and just panicking.
Then one night , I began to draft my plans for my next life and how my Thywill should be brought up.
The tears fell anytime I remembered I will never know how my child looks like. It was for this child’s happiness I chose that life for myself. I was afraid of any further emotional attachment that will make me suffer the rest of my life in Prison.
At 2:43am on a warm Tuesday dawn I had the most horrific pain in my life. I knew it was about to happen . At least I was lucky to be rushed to a hospital in the city after several attempts to push out my baby failed. The labor lasted for hours.
Just before the final procedures to help me with my last attempt to deliver the baby. I handed my drafted ideas to Madam Lena. The head of the supervisors at the female wing.
She wanted to be certain about my decisions and wanted my Mum to confirm if they wanted to keep the baby until I am freed.
But I was scared of Sandra, I wanted my Child faraway from home where my heart was no more in love with.
I didn’t know if I sounded selfish but at least I wanted this kid given out a deserving family who needed my blessings to smile at life.
I was in too much pain to say more , I kept breathing through the contractions, my story was different, there was no love one to pat my back or give me ice cubes , I didn’t even have a single picture to treasure the moment but it is all good.
I closed my eyes and pushed the baby out it was difficult yet I did it .It cried like a Fighter , I smelled my baby and kept touching the head then the Nurses shout congratulations and I said thank you with my eyes still closed. I was too scared to stare at my child for fear that I might be filled with love and never let go. I wanted this child taken out of my Womb and handed over to a new person.
The cutting of the umbilical cord was the climax for me . My heart skipped severally and I thought I died a million times. That was my child
Yes my child , quickly I opened my eyes and my heart ached , he looked just like his Dad. The nose , head full of hair like his baby pictures unlike me who had no hair , until now . It is genetics I cannot fight it.
I love you Thywill and you will forever be my baby.
I breastfed him against my initial plans and my mother arrived.
The details of the new family were haded over to me in an envelope but I promised never to open until I was ready.
Today marks 3 years of being in captivity alone with my thoughts.
My Stepdad visited me today , because through the pain I closed my heart on him . I shared details of the tragic event that led to my arrest with him . He kept saying he was sorry and wanted to see me after Annet visited the house on my birthday. I smiled away and told them they were meaningful to me once but not anymore.
He promised to keep fighting till I am freed and he kept his promise true. All legal works commenced and daily my hope arises .
But I was hopeless about one thing. Thywill.
Was he happy where he was?
Does he consider me a bad Mom?
Will I be selfish to go out searching for him?
I just didn’t know how to think about it without it upsetting me .
It’s five years later and my life seems to be getting better now . I have few days to be out of here , while the search for my Jezebel sister begins.
But I do not know what exactly my broken heart holds. A mess in search of the love of her child or a totally different person who wants to start all over again .
PART 3 WILL BE OUT SOON . Watch this space.