November 12, 2017 at 5:57 am #1124066ValentineModerator
written by Purple
A sunny day, like most market days, the sun shining mercilessly on every existing thing. The air , hot and heavy , held captive the smell of many open gutters, fruit from the road sides, and filth. People walked fast, some ran, some just stood looking pointless and hopeless. Mariah felt her mother’s plump and firm hand close over hers in a tight protective grip. She groaned, wondering why her mother never deemed it fit to treat her like an adult, even at 22 the woman did not trust her to cross the busy highway street near to the market alone.
“ Get in here, and hurry up, can’t you see these touts walking about ?” Her mother screeched. Maria dived into the car with the little load the bewildered barrow boy had not stacked into the taxi boot. “ Adeo District, Area Seven” Her mother commanded the taxi driver, who seemed to like her mothers’ bossy attitude, and struck up a conversation in Igbo, jolly high pitched voices mixing with the throng the driver was trying to get his car past.
Maria looked out of the window. She hated the market and always would. She hated the way her mom had always made everything about a man from day one. It was always ‘ Your husband won’t take this, or your husband will leave if you can’t do that’, and she had not met the supposed husband. All that was left was to meet the man who had taken the joy out of her life without even meeting her, she thought cheerlessly. Her mother paused in her conversations now and then to look back at her. She tossed a drink back at her daughter. “ Take this.” And continued her conversations about how Buhari was making life impossible for Nigerians, with the driver. Maria tapped her phone and sent a message to her best friend who had been consoling her on these latest thoughts. “ Everything’s going to be fine” she typed.
Suddenly the car made a sickening lurch. She heard her mothers scream pierce her eardrums clearer than anything she’d ever heard. In confusion, she glanced at the driver and saw only a headless corpse. Heard people screaming, something sharp pierced through her and she lost consciousness. But the last thing she felt before her world blacked out……a firm, trembling hand grip, from a warm hand that had only held hers minutes ago.
Her friend, in an air conditioned room, in her father’s house states away, heard her phone make that pinging sound. She picked up the phone and read what she didn’t know were her friends’ last words.
“ Everything’s going to be fine.”
THE ENDNovember 12, 2017 at 6:50 am #1124072BeloveParticipant
EhyaNovember 12, 2017 at 7:19 am #1124093jummybabeParticipant
So touchingNovember 12, 2017 at 7:24 am #1124097Mhiz LilygoldParticipant
Oh so sadNovember 12, 2017 at 7:30 am #1124102HArDeYbLeSSParticipant
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SorryNovember 12, 2017 at 7:43 am #1124122JerrieParticipant
Chai!November 12, 2017 at 8:26 am #1124149keneParticipant
what a tragic end!