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    BUKOLAMIBUKOLAMI
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    LOVE WITH BITTER TEARS
    This story is for the guys who
    think their partners made
    mistakes which are so big to be
    solved and forgiven. Enjoy the
    story.
    EPISODE_1
    Richard: “You are nothing but a
    good for nothing wife and
    mother, how could you just be
    coming back from… Heaven
    knows where it is you are
    coming from? Your son has not
    eaten since morning, are you
    daft?”
    Rebecca: “Let me hear you say
    it again moron” she said tilting
    her head to one side
    pretending to want to hear
    him better. “Who on earth said
    a man cannot enter inside the
    kitchen to prepare food for his
    starving son? I told you I was
    going for The Union of
    Chartered Accountants Meeting
    and as you well know, I am the
    Chairlady for the union;
    shouldn’t your brain have told
    you I might come back late to
    prepare lunch?”
    Richard: “Chairlady who cannot
    even take care of her little son,
    how can you take care of the
    needs of all those grownup
    women in your so-called
    union? Women sure are daft,
    why elect a lazy thing like you
    as a chairlady?”
    Rebecca: “Moron… What do
    you know? All you want is to
    have your stomach filled, since
    you cared that much about
    Sammy and you are the
    hardworking one here, I am
    asking again, why didn’t you
    enter the kitchen?”
    Richard: “Don’t you dare call
    me a moron again…Do you
    understand?” he approached
    her menacingly.
    He watched and listened as
    they raged on and on. His
    young mind could not
    comprehend how or why
    everything suddenly changed
    for his parents. He could
    remember the way they were
    before, amiable and full of love
    for each other that even he
    admired and envied them.
    They forgave each other easily
    and thought up excuses for the
    other’s misgivings. He thought
    it would last forever, he
    thought couples were meant
    to remain like that forever. But
    there they were, almost always
    on each other’s necks. Bickering
    over little things which were
    not worth bickering over. He
    bled emotionally for his
    parents’ fractured link. He just
    didn’t know how he could fill
    the void, or the gulf that laid
    majestically between them
    which threatened to swallow
    them all up.
    Richard and his wife Rebecca
    were the envy of whoever
    came in contact with them as a
    couple. The love they shared
    was out of the ordinary, theirs
    was indeed a love marriage;
    the type Indians call Rabne
    bana di Jodi [God made
    couple]. Their first and only
    child Sammy was only six years
    old when things started falling
    apart for their marriage. Of
    course they were still
    successful as chartered
    accountants but along the way,
    they seemed to have lost what
    kept their marriage together.
    That Saturday evening, without
    minding that their son
    watched them from where he
    sat they kept lashing at each
    other.
    Rebecca: “Someone’s feathers
    are being ruffled at last. Dear
    man, come and demonstrate
    how powerful you are in the
    presence of your son on his
    mother. Let the tell-tale of your
    machoism decorate and adorn
    my beautiful neck and face.
    Your son will grow up
    remembering how beautiful
    they were on me” She wasn’t
    backing off, she was prepared
    for the worst. The elegant
    m---d on her chest fell and
    rose intermittently.
    Richard: “I can’t believe this. I
    just can’t imagine how much
    you’ve changed over the years,
    it is so surprising how you’ve
    decided to shirk your
    responsibilities as a wife and
    mother in the home” he said
    frustrated.
    Rebecca: “Responsibility? Did
    you just say responsibility?
    Don’t I bear yours in this
    home? Or whose responsibility
    do you think it is to put food
    on the table for the family?
    Shall I quit my job and become
    a full house wife then? Or what
    exactly do you want from me?
    I really can’t do this anymore”
    she burst into tears and took
    some steps back throwing her
    arms in the air in resignation.
    Sammy sat at a far corner of
    the sitting room, watching as
    they bartered each other with
    words, he had witnessed their
    fights get out of proportion
    several times and so that day,
    he prayed silently in his heart
    that his dad would not lose his
    cool. That he wouldn’t start
    throwing blows at his mum. He
    kept praying until his mum
    walked over to him with a
    forced smile.
    Rebecca: “Baby…” she began,
    squatting down in front of him.
    “Were you very hungry
    today?” she asked fondly
    Smoothening his thick and
    dark eyebrows, then the tiny
    bits of curly hair that lined the
    sides of his handsome face.
    Sammy: “No mummy! I am not
    hungry at all, please don’t fight
    daddy” he replied shaking his
    little head worriedly.
    Rebecca: “Don’t you lie to me
    baby boy, I know you were
    very hungry and I am very very
    very sorry my dear, something
    came up at the meeting” she
    said apologetically.
    Sammy: “it’s okay mum, what
    matters is you not fighting dad,
    I hate it when you two fight.
    Promise me you will not fight
    him again, forgive daddy
    please?”
    Rebecca: “You are still too
    young to be talking about
    stuffs like this Sammy, I cannot
    promise you that because your
    daddy is headstrong, he keeps
    making us fight”
    Sammy: “What is the meaning
    of headstrong mummy? Is his
    head strong? Don’t you like his
    head?” he asked gloomily.
    Rebecca: “You are so innocent
    my boy and adorable but
    promise me something?”
    Sammy: “I will promise you
    anything as long as you will no
    longer fight daddy. I will even
    be good, wake up on time to
    prepare for school, I will do my
    assignments early and brush
    my teeth before I sleep
    everyday” he said livening up.
    Rebecca: “My baby is growing
    so fast” she said raking her
    fingers through his afro styled
    hair. “Promise me that no
    matter what a woman does to
    you, you will never lay a finger
    on her?”
    Sammy: “That is simple mum, I
    remember everything you do
    tell me: any man who lays a
    hand on his woman is not a
    real man, women are like eggs
    and so should be pampered, if
    not, they might break and get
    wasted. Life is not a bed of
    roses and so things might go
    wrong at some point, despite
    that I cannot give up, I must
    keep surviving” he finished
    happily.
    Rebecca: “I said it! How can
    you be so intelligent? You even
    remember them exactly the
    way I said them? Give me five”
    she said lifting her right palm
    up for a high five while he
    reciprocated the gesture.
    Sammy: “It’s very simple mum”
    he said proudly, apparently
    proud of his achievement
    forgetting all about the fight.
    Rebecca: “Now let’s go and
    prepare something for our
    little genius, toast bread will
    do right? Your favorite?”
    She said leading him by the
    hand to their well-equipped,
    neat and spacious kitchen
    which had white floral tiles
    decorating it from walls to
    walls.
    Richard entered into the
    kitchen furiously and snatched
    his sons hand away from her
    grip.
    Rebecca: “What do you think
    you are doing?” she asked
    taken-aback by this sudden
    outburst.
    Richard: “Making sure you
    aren’t poisoning my son’s mind
    against me” he snapped and
    dragged Sammy out of the
    kitchen to the amazement of
    his mother.
    Sammy: “Dad where are we
    going to? I was just going to
    help mum make toast bread”
    he was apparently displeased
    with his dad’s action.
    Richard: “Don’t mind her my
    son, we are going to get a bite
    at Mr. Biggs. You love fried rice
    right? I will get plenty fried rice
    for you” he said as he stooped
    down so he could be at eye
    level with him,
    Sammy: “But mum is…”
    Richard: “Hey boy! Stop
    whining and just do whatever I
    ask you to do. Stop acting like
    a sissy and be a man, in this life
    you have to be strong and
    cunny otherwise you will suffer
    in the hands of a woman the
    way I am suffering now” he
    said cutting him short sharply.
    Sammy did not respond so he
    continued “my dear son, there
    is no place for soft men in this
    world, you will get cheated
    and trampled upon while you
    keep wallowing in the mud. No
    matter what you have to take
    the bulls by the horns and push
    it back. No one born of a
    woman should cheat you and
    get away with it, do you
    understand?”
    Sammy: “Yes dad, but mum
    said I should never hit anyone
    weaker than I am especially
    women” he said looking up
    defiantly at his dad.
    Richard: “Forget what your
    mum said, she is giving you the
    advice she should be giving a
    girl. She wants you to be
    getting disrespected the way
    she is disrespecting me now.
    Do you really want that? Will
    you listen to a man or a
    woman?” he asked holding his
    two shoulders
    Sammy: “Uhn! No dad” he felt
    his dad’s gaze tearing his soul
    violently apart and unraveling
    all the feelings he had stacked
    away somewhere he thought
    was safe from the world’s
    scrutiny. His dad stood up at
    last and he felt a wave of relief
    sweep over him in soothing
    currents.
    His dad drove slowly to the Mr.
    Biggs down Ibadan Street in
    Lagos Mainland where they
    resided at. He was quite
    relieved to find that the eatery
    was not as crowded as it used
    to be. He ordered for a plate of
    fried rice, chicken and moin for
    each of them. As they devoured
    their meal silently, the door of
    the eatery swung violently
    open, two soldiers led the way
    while a woman whose face
    Richard could not see properly
    trailed behind them, pointing
    towards where he and Sammy
    sat at a booth at the far corner
    of the eatery.
    Rebecca: “There is the
    bastard…” she said appearing
    fully at the forefront of the
    whole scenario pointing at her
    mystified husband.
    To_be_continue

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    What kind of wife is this Rebecca?

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    which or what kind of a woman is this

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    u should be role models to your child not bombarding him with conflicting thoughts and messages

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    nice start to a nice story,can’t wait for the next episode

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    FIRE ON!

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    Seed of abomination

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