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    © Serah Iyare 2017
    She was thrown into the lion’s den at an early age.
    Introduced to a lustful world, she became trapped in the
    dark cage.
    Breaking the chains that held her bound came at a very
    high cost.
    Can she pay the price?

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    Efosa embraced his wife and beamed with joy. It was their
    tenth wedding Anniversary. It was also his forty-fifth
    birthday and her thirty-fifth birthday. His parents and
    siblings, inclusive her parents and siblings were in Lagos
    to celebrate with them. It was a private party, just them
    and their immediate families. God had given them a
    beautiful nine-year-old girl, Edua and his wife was seven
    months pregnant with their twin boys. When they found
    out a month ago, after her scan at the Ante-natal clinic,
    their joy had known no bounds. They had been praying to
    God to bless them with another child since the birth of
    their daughter. At a point, they lost hope. Just when they
    were about to give up completely, and while contemplating
    adopting a child, God surprised them with a miracle
    pregnancy and it turned out to be twin boys. Exactly what
    they had been praying for, a male child, but God graced
    them with two! Double portion!
    His transport business was also moving well and he had
    been able to buy a house, a six-bedroom duplex in
    Lokogoma, Apo, a segregated part of Abuja. He had about
    eight luxurious buses plying different routes all over the
    country. Business was good and he had been able to set
    up a first grade butik for his wife in Wuse market.
    Presently, she owned about three other shops in other
    parts of the Federal Capital Territory. God had blessed
    them richly and they were eternally grateful.
    Efosa and Adesua turned towards the eight steps cake,
    holding a table knife. Everyone sang for them, and at the
    end of the song, they cut the cake. Their parents and
    siblings clapped and cheered as the couple kissed.
    Edua jumped in excitement. She loved to see her parents
    happy. She stood by their side and grinned from ear to
    ear. It was a good thing that her mother would be
    delivering a set of twins soon. She had been an only child
    for far too long. It would be fun to have two little brothers.
    Most of her school mates had younger siblings and she
    often wondered what it was like. She was going to get a
    first-hand experience once the babies arrived.
    The photographer moved around, taking pictures of the
    celebrants and everyone else, while the video-man
    covered the event.
    Osagie and Osaze, Efosa’s younger brothers walked out of
    the large sitting room and stood at a slightly dark corner in
    the hall way. They opened a bottle of fruit wine and
    emptied a whitish powdery substance in it. Osaze shook
    the bottle till the substance blended with the wine. Osagie
    grinned with satisfaction, grabbed his brother’s hands and
    pulled him along. They returned to the party room and
    approached the celebrants.
    “Congratulations!” Osagie shook hands with his elder
    “Hey… thanks,” Efosa smiled in appreciation.
    “God has blessed you on all sides. We rejoice with you,”
    Osaze chimed in.
    “Thank you. I am grateful,” he looked from one to the
    Osagie refilled the couples’ half-empty glasses with the
    fruit wine he was holding.
    “Thank you,” the celebrants chorused. They sipped at
    their drink and ate from the cake on their plate.
    Edua tugged at her uncle’s trouser, “I want some too,”
    she raised her empty glass.
    Adesua eyed her daughter, “Don’t mind her.”
    Osagie chuckled, “Leave her, it is just fruit wine,” he filled
    the girl’s glass with the wine.
    Edua sipped at the drink and left her parents’ side before
    her mother could attempt to collect the glass from her.
    “You should allow her to enjoy herself,” Osagie
    encouraged his sister-in-law.
    “If you cage her all the time, she will start doing things
    behind your back,” Osaze added quickly.
    “Exactly,” Osagie nodded in agreement.
    Adesua sighed. She didn’t want to start an argument, “She
    is just nine. I cannot allow her to misuse her privileges.”
    Efosa’s brothers laughed.
    “Let her be. We are all celebrating,” Osagie refilled their
    almost empty glasses again.
    Adesua saw her mother through the corner of her eyes.
    She was standing at the doorway and beckoning at her.
    “Please excuse me,” she walked away and approached
    her mother.
    The moment they were out of the room, Osasu collected
    the wine glass from her daughter.
    “You shouldn’t be drinking,” she eyed her.
    “It is just fruit wine,” Adesua protested.
    “Stick to fruit juice,” Osasu headed to the kitchen, “I am
    going to throw this into the sink.”
    Adesua groaned and returned to the sitting room. Her
    younger sisters pulled her close.
    “You look so beautiful,” Ehinomen complimented her.
    “I am taking this your dress back to Benin with me,”
    Osedebamen added quickly.
    Adesua smiled, “No problem. I will pack it with a few other
    things for you.”
    Osedebamen beamed with gratitude, “Thanks sis.”
    “What about me?” Ehinomen addressed her elder sister.
    Adsesua turned to her, “And of course, you too.”
    “Good, good. What do we have a big rich sister for?”
    Ehinomen winked at her.
    They all laughed and giggled. Adesua’s eyes met her
    husband’s gaze. He was standing across the room with
    his brothers.
    He winked at her and blew her a kiss. His gesture made
    her to laugh. She was happy that she said yes to him
    when he proposed many years ago. She had no regrets.
    Osagie and Osaze urged Efosa to finish the bottle of wine.
    He started to hiccup after draining the last glass. He
    began to feel very uncomfortable, he left the sitting room
    and his younger brothers followed behind him. He went up
    to the master bedroom, hurried into the bathroom and
    splashed some water on his face. When he came out, his
    brothers were waiting for him in the room. The annoying
    hiccups returned.
    “Why don’t you sit down?” Osagie suggested.
    “You should lie down for a while,” Osaze advised him.
    Efosa nodded in agreement and sat on the large bed. The
    hiccups worsened. He laid on his back and a sharp pain
    pierced his chest region. He grabbed the area with his
    hand and looked up at his younger siblings. They stood at
    a distance, watching him like vultures. He tried to speak,
    but, another pain cut through him. What was happening to
    him? Was it a heart attack? He was too young to be
    experiencing such. He was in good health and he was
    always in the hospital for one check-up or the other. He
    couldn’t cry, he couldn’t speak, but, he was feeling
    excruciating pains. His breathing changed. It came in
    short, fast, gasp. He raised his head, searching for his
    brothers. They were still standing there. Why were they
    not trying to help him? They didn’t even look alarmed. The
    pain spread to his neck region, strangling him in the
    process. His eyeballs widened in shock and fear. It
    occurred to him that he was dying. He closed his eyes and
    opened them.
    It wasn’t his time to die. He had so much to do on earth.
    He wanted to watch his daughter grow and his sons were
    arriving into the world soon. He wanted to see his
    children’s children. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his time to die.
    He managed to roll over and fell on the rugged floor with a
    thud. Maybe if he could crawl to the door, find his way
    down the stairs, someone would be able to help him. He
    gathered the remaining strength he had and dragged his
    weight towards the opened door.
    One of his brothers went to the door and kicked it. It
    slammed against the wall. He froze in that spot and
    looked up at them. It dawned on him that they were
    responsible for his condition. What did they do to him?
    Why? He had been good to them. He had been taking care
    of his parents and siblings since he began to amass
    wealth. No one lacked anything in his family. He didn’t
    understand the reason behind their evil action. It broke his
    heart that the ones he loved with all his heart wanted him
    dead. He started to cough hysterically. He bowed his head
    as memories flashed through his mind’s eye. His
    childhood years, his school days, friends he met, mistakes
    he made, successes he achieved, awards he got from
    different organizations, people he worked with, his staff,
    his lovely wife, the birth of his daughter replayed in a
    second, and the event of that night came last.
    He rolled and lay on his back, coughing and staring at the
    ceiling, hands wrapped around his body, panting for
    breath. He thanked God for everything. He had lived a
    good life. He felt life slipping out of his mortal body. He
    relaxed and gave in to the peace and calm that enveloped
    him. Suddenly, he gasped and breathed his last.
    Osasu found her grand-daughter in the kitchen, sipping
    from a glass of wine. She collected the glass from the girl
    and threw the content into the sink.
    “Grandma!” Edua cried out, alarmed at the woman’s
    “Shut up!” she eyed the girl.
    “I was drinking that…” she pouted her mouth and eyed the
    “How old are you?” she hissed and walked out.
    Edua ran to the sink. The wine was gone. She stomped her
    feet on the tiled floor, eyes smarted with tears. She hoped
    everyone would leave their house and go back to wherever
    they came from soon. She wanted her freedom back, fast!
    Osemudiamen Imasogie and his wife, Omoye, walked up
    to their daughter-in-law and her sisters.
    “Where is your husband?”
    Adesua turned towards them. She looked across the room
    and searched for him. Her husband and his brothers were
    longer in the sitting room.
    “I think he is with Osagie and Osaze,” she glanced at her
    “Okay,” Omoye smiled at her. She was happy that her
    daughter-in-law was pregnant again. She heard that the
    girl was carrying a set of twin boys. Her son was finally
    going to have an heir.
    “How are the champions?” Osemudiamen pointed at her
    They all laughed out loud. Adesua felt a rumbling in her
    stomach. She placed a hand on her abdomen and rubbed
    “Are you okay?” Omoye looked straight at her.
    Adesua began to shake her head.
    “Is it labour?” her father-in-law came to her side.
    “She is just seven months pregnant,” Omoye eyed her
    “You never can tell,” he addressed his wife.
    “When did you become a doctor?” Omoye looked him up
    and down.
    “Ouch!” Adesua’s grip tightened on her tummy.
    They all turned to look at her.
    “Oh God!” pain sliced through her. She sunk to her knees
    in a flash.
    “Adesua!” her younger sisters cried out in alarm.
    “Is that blood?” Osemudiamen pointed at his daughter-in-
    law’s white and black poker dots dress. There were red
    stains on it.
    His wife followed his gaze and saw it too, “Jesus! Jesus!
    Where is Efosa? We need to get her to the hospital
    Adesua’s sisters stood at her side and helped her up to
    her feet, in slow steps, they walked towards the front
    Osagie and Osaze carried Efosa’s lifeless body down the
    stairway. Osasu who was walking down the hall way
    screamed when she saw them.
    “What happened to him?” she ran towards them and
    placed a hand on her son-in-law’s forehead. He was very
    cold. She withdrew her hand quickly and looked up and his
    “He is dead,” Osagie announced without empathy.
    “How? What happened?” she staggered back.
    Efosa’s brothers exchanged glances.
    Ojemare came out of the kitchen carrying Edua, his grand-
    daughter. He found her seated on the tiled floor, panting
    for breath. He froze when he saw his son-in-law in the
    arms of his brothers.
    “What happened to him?!” he shouted.
    Osasu turned around and saw her husband carrying her
    grand-daughter. “What happened to her?” she hurried to
    his side.
    “We need to get her to the hospital, fast!” he met her
    alarmed gaze.
    “Lord Jesus help us!” her heart beat accelerated in panic.
    Osemudiamen and his wife rushed to their son’s side
    when they saw him being carried out of the house by his
    brothers, leaving weeping Adesua with her sisters.
    “What happened to him?” Omoye screamed at her sons.
    Adesua began to cry when she saw her husband’s
    motionless body.
    “What is going on in this house?”’ Osemudiamen flared.
    He ran to the security post and collected one of the car
    keys. There were six exotic cars in the compound. They
    placed Efosa at the back seat of the silver and white Prado
    jeep. Osagie got into the driver’s seat, his father sat
    beside him, while his mum and Osaze sat with Efosa. The
    Security guard flung the gate open once he saw the
    oncoming vehicle.
    Ojemare and Osasu rushed out of the house carrying
    Edua. When they saw their daughter writhing in pains, held
    by her sisters, they knew that something terrible must
    have happened to her, her husband and her daughter.
    “Where is everyone?” Ojemare demanded.
    “They took Efosa to the hospital,” Ehinomen supplied,
    relieved to see their parents.
    Osasu hissed, “And they left your sister here. What’s
    wrong with these people?”
    “Daddy…” Adesua raised her head and looked towards her
    “Yes baby,” his heart cried out for her.
    “Get the car keys from the security post,” she gritted her
    teeth in pain.
    Osasu held unto her grand-daughter while her husband
    ran to the security post to get one of the cars key.
    They placed Adesua and Edua at the backseat of the car.
    Ehinomen and Osedebamen sat beside them, while their
    parents got into the front seats of the car.
    “You need to get to Saint Nicholas hospital. Our doctor
    works there,” she instructed her father.
    “Okay baby. Relax, everything is going to be all right.”
    Adesua glanced at her daughter and began to cry. The
    nine-year old was gasping for breath. What was
    happening to them?
    It was their day of celebration, but, it had turned to a day
    of crisis.

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    This one wey adesua dey dere i hope say banky w go dey there too… Continue

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    Seated.. Ride on

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    Ifeoma Isabella okeke
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    on the observer seat

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