Late in the afternoon, I walked to the grocery where I hoped to buy some food items which I will be needing to make a nice meal for Steph, the next day when she comes back.No doubt, I was very excited to have her after a long time, although we do speak on the phone often for me, that was not enough. Simeon, my ex-husband could have adopted Steph as his Steph daughter but he wouldn't do that. His answer when asked, always remains vague. He wouldn't go straight to the point. Sometimes he initiates a cover-up! The one he often gives as his defence was that, Steph was an adult and that it would not make sense anymore to have her in his home. He suggested that my daughter should stay with any of my siblings, close relatives or even her boyfriend!'How dare Simeon!' I would rebuke him back then but sadly, I had no authority to decide what happens in our home. He is the head of my household and his final decision is mine as well even though, it may not be in my interest. I was following Si
I knew that there was something wrong because Melinda wouldn't have changed the happy expression on her face to a saddened one. There was absolute silence between us for a few seconds. I wondered what she was going to say next about Johnny, I hope it's not what I'm thinking.At last, he broke the silence between us by speaking up. "Johnny has been acting weird ever since he returned home yesterday. I tried to source a piece of information from him concerning his surly mood but, he wouldn't speak out. You know, Becky, I felt bad about that. I can tell you that it has been a long since I saw him in such a state of mind."I listened carefully to all she was telling me. There was no distraction whatsoever, I. Everything I got at that moment was on her as was speaking. Nevertheless, after her brief pause, I asked her a question. "Did you try to talk to him or just kept staring without taking any action?" "Yes, I tried Becky!" Said Melinda as she gets to her feet and walked across the liv
The corps that Melinda was calling on the phone never answered. She dialled the number for a second time, almost a minute interval. It was at that moment that I began getting suspicious of her. Was she really calling the cops on me or was this one of her expensive jokes? I couldn't figure out actually, what he was up to. I just remained in silence and watched as the phone kept ringing."Oh, shit! What happened to the corps today? Their line is not going through, I will have to call them again to come and pick up!" She was not laughing, all the smiles on her face had disappeared.I became worried at that moment because, obviously, this is not my friend. The Melinda I knew will never do such but, why is she behaving this way? Again, all these questions were not easy to answer. But then, she dialled the number for the third time. I could not take it anymore, I stood to my feet and began talking to her. "You are not calling the cops on me, are you?" "Of course, I'm calling the cops to co
I had a good time with the little boy called David. He was indeed fascinated by the sand hut I built. We talked about it for a long time before my cell phone began ringing unexpectedly. I excused myself from him to answer my call. Who else could be calling if not Melinda of course? Just the reason why she was calling at the moment was what I will find out when I pick her call."Hi, Melinda," I began with a sweet voice."Hello, Becky, are you there?" She sounded like she couldn't hear all I have said. Perhaps, a poor service network has a way of ruining things. Yes, I blamed the poor network service. "Hello, Melinda, can you hear me now?""Yes, of course, I can. Where are you at this moment?" She asked with a tone that I would like I classify as an excited one"Hey, I went for a walk, you know it's been a long time since I have walked around the neighbourhood.""Oh, that's true! No doubt about that. Take your time honey but, where are you exactly, because I'm standing right in front
What was supposed to be a source of anger and weeping turned out to be a source of happiness for us. Although her past was painful, according to what Mrs Moore told me, we laughed about it and pretended as if nothing happened.I had a more meaningful discussion with Mrs Moore before I left her to see my old neighbours in the other buildings. Only a few of them asked me about Simeon. Most of them felt happy when I informed them that I was not going back to Charlottesville. I enjoyed the warm welcome from everyone I came across in the neighbourhood. I left for Lakesharon. Nothing feels so good as going down to Lakesharon looking around and appreciating the beauty that nature has bestowed upon the lake and its surroundings.I trekked since I considered walking over a relatively long distance, a form of body exercise, which I was very sure that my body needed at that moment. I walked along the paved road that leads to the lake, enjoying the spectacular view ahead of me.I walked for abou
Mrs Moore fixed her eyes on me and almost ignored the existence of all other important things in the living room. One of those important things was her Television. Although it was news time and the anchor of the news station seemed to have some interesting event to report, Moore still ignored all and gave me her attention."Why did he choose to do that?" She asked"I have been living in a horrible marriage, Mrs Moore." My tears were still flowing although I have managed clean the greater quantity, the remaining tears were scanty around my eyes. "We found ourselves in a situation that we simply can't go on with. I have been enduring for years and Mrs Moore, those years were really painful, there was nothing good to talk about them. I kept hoping for a change in my marriage but, it never came rather, it collapsed despite all the sacrifices I made to keep it going." I cleaned the remnants of my tears again and resumed, "Simeon, began seeing another woman downtown in our district. At firs