Desperate Housewives

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Aliyah’s mother sat outside the small mud house, staring into space, thinking about that which she was about to do. In her arms was the small Waheed who was sucking away at his mother’s bosom, unaware of the things going on around him. At her feet, tugging at the big wrapper, was Aliyah herself, just a couple of years older than her baby brother. She looked down at tugging Aliyah, collected her wrapper from her and resumed her thinking.

The phone buzzed. Her small phone which she kept at the edge of her wrapper rang. The vibration irritated little Waheed and he started to cry, but she did not have time to pacify him now. She had to take this call. She picked up the reciever and it was none other than her friend, Funmi, on the other side of the call.

“Hey. Hi. Are you still going according to plan?”,Funmi asked.

“Yes. Yes, I am”

“Don’t forget how we planned it. Today, we leave these suffering. Today, we leave this village for the city”

“Yes, I believe so too”

She was not that strong to continue as planned but one look at her kids, she got the determination. Not so long after, her husband arrived. He reeked of palmwine and tobacco. She greeted him, he shoved her aside then asked for a meal. She didn’t get angry at him. She went to the kitchen, dished out his soup and fufu, looked around, unsure of what she was doing before bringing out a small wrapped leaf from her wrapper. She emptied lots of the dark contents, even more than expected into the meal as she went to serve him, stirred it together and went ahead to table it before him.

He saw the meal and was so happy that he actually invited her to join him. Maybe because he was drunk. She declined politely but he was adamant. After her third decline, he was already getting up to his feet, getting ready to hit her again when she finally succumbed. She sat reluctantly at the table while he fed her the first morsel of fufu. They ate in silence, Mama Aliyah crying inside her heart with each voice of her child she hears. This poison has no antidote. What would she do?

In about thirty minutes later, two bodies were already sprawled on the floor with foam in their mouth. Two children can be seen crying over the body of their mother, one aware of the situation at hand, the other just wanting to feed more.
Then Mama Aliyah’s phone buzzed again. It was Funmi calling. She wanted to tell her that her husband caught her introducing the poison and had beaten hell out of her. They both lost, one more than the other. They had been clouded by their want for revenge. They were the classic example of Desperate Housewives.

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Title for this piece was submitted by Funmi. Thanks for reading.

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7 thoughts on “Desperate Housewives

    Christopher responded:
    July 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM

    Thanks for sharing

    Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone, powered by Easyblaze

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    Funmi said:
    July 11, 2014 at 8:01 PM

    Desperate housewives indeed! Very nice write-up. I’m impressed 🙂

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      Christopher responded:
      July 12, 2014 at 1:01 AM

      Thanks for reading, and thanks for submitting a title too.

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    Anonymous said:
    July 13, 2014 at 5:32 PM

    this z lyk so kul….#impressive

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    TM said:
    July 24, 2014 at 2:52 PM

    Wow! what were they thinking of… damn!!!

    Meanwhile I haven’t even finished the Murder series, I’ve to make time for that

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      Christopher responded:
      July 24, 2014 at 6:17 PM

      Well, the actions of their husbands against them caused this. One got a second chance, the other lost all.

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