Broken-Broken - Episode 29

 

Guys, I regret to say I may not be writing anymore…As much as I love writing here and reading those comments, its not encouraging when some people just decide to copy and paste my work on another site without my consent..it is really not fair when i take time to sit, think and write and someone just go do copy and paste under another name to make it look like their work. Please guys, if you see any of my work somewhere apart from ebonystory, kindly notify the number on the ebonysite or our facebook messenger or send a message to me privately . It’s just not good enough and I feel bad seriously. Plagiarism is an offense and I love what I do, nobody has a right to it except me.

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Okay where were we self….this thing is just painful, I can’t even remember what I wanted to write.

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NIGERIA

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When we got to the house, I was surprised I couldn’t see a single car in sight. It looked so abandoned and the painting was washed out.

“Are you sure your mum still stays here?” Lawrence asked.

“Well, the detective said she still does so I believe she does.” I replied.

We walked to the entrance which looked as if it hasn’t been swept in a month. There were cobwebs everywhere

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. I remembered how I had always kept the house sparklingly clean. Mother never wanted to sight even the slightest dust. Now, it was like a heap of dirt. I was being careful so as not to get my Versace shirt and trousers stained.

“Should I ring the bell?” Lawrence asked.

“Hold on.” I replied. Walking to the window and I tried to peep, to see if I could see anything.

“Maybe you should ring the bell, I can’t see anyone.” I said.

Lawrence went ahead and pressed his thumb against the door bell.

It rang for a while-silence greeted us.

We exchanged glances and he pressed it again.

Still no sound then I decided to try the door which surprisingly opened.

I looked at him and he gave me a go ahead.

The house smelt the same, as we got in…memories of the day Francis died flooded back…I could see the place where he had laid, bleeding.

The whole house was dirty…but I could hear a movement….

“Who is there?” A voice asked from my room.

I hesitated, who could be living there.

I could hear the sound of something being wheeled and I waited to see who it was….sitting in the wheel chair was someone looking very old and very haggard- with one open eye while the other was closed, in her hand was a staff.

“Who is there?” She asked, looking at us with the one eye.

Lawrence looked at me and then at the woman-“Baby who is she.”

“That’s’s….that’s my mother.” I replied, without a single bit of pity in me.

“oh my God! Scar…Scar is that you….I mean Scarlett….?”

I smiled, so she has heard the story of my fame…Lawrence came closer to me, holding me by the waist…

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Sure, this woman is not worth a single drop of my tear.”

Mother looked sober.

“I am so sorry my daughter, please forgive me. I did so many wrong things….I destroyed you….” She was sobbing now and stretching her hands towards me but I backed away.

“You didn’t destroy me mother, you made me a star, inspite of what you did…I turned out greater than you would ever be!”

“I know. God has dealt with me and punished me.

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. Every day I wait and hope you would come home and forgive me.”

“What of Honorable, where is he?”

“He died last year, died of pelvic cancer after lung failure.”

Lawrence tightened his grip around me and whispered.
“You see, our God is a god of justice. He has already avenged you.”

I smiled and nodded, now choking back tears of ….i don’t know.

“What of mama Zainab? Where is she? I need to see her.”

“She..she is still at her old place…” Mother replied.

“Okay, I will go see her.” I replied and t hen squatted beside her.

“You broke me mother, but God lifted me , He has avenged me and there is no reason to be angry with you. This is my fiancé, we are getting married in the next two days, I met him as a result of Francis’ death. If you hadn’t lied against me, we would never have met. Now I realized, everything you did to break me , made me. Therefore mother, I forgive you with all my heart.” With this, I stood up, she was still crying but I said nothing  as I left the house with my fiancé.

While I got outside, I sighed and embraced Lawrence, who held me tightly.

“You did well darling and I’m proud of you.”

We later went to Mama Zainab’s house, she couldn’t recognize me but I explained myself, she was so excited. She prayed for me and Lawrence, then I gave her some money to start a trade with.

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Some minutes after, I was waiting in our car, watching what was going on with Lawrence and Dafina. He had called her to meet him so he could apologise and explain in person. I was surprised when I saw her slap Lawrence as she got close to him, I just laughed.

Later they continued to talk and for a while, I felt sorry for her, she was in tears… then they later embraced before she left in the car that had brought her.

“What did she say?” I asked after he got back into the car, rubbing his cheek.

“She said she saw me when I kissed you at the hotel and she wanted to see how long I was willing to keep the secret from her. slapped me …as you could see and which I could tell you enjoyed seeing….”

I laughed and rubbed his cheek as he continued-

“….but she said she understood I dint love her and she was happy she wasn’t going to marry someone who wouldn’t love her. Later she thanked me for being honest and that was that.”

“Well, thank God, is there anything else we wanto do here?” He asked and I shook my head.

“So we are free to leave this country for good ?”

I nodded.

“Well then, are you ready to become Mrs Lawrence ?”

I smiled and put on my glasses before turning to face him.

‘I am ready when you are!”

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ALRIGHT GUYS, ONE EPILOGUE LEFT TO TAKE THIS BABY HOME!