Resuscitated Hope - Episode 8

 

Yewande bent over to pick the white paper dropped to her by the rude guy.

She opened it gently, it was a long notice and she wasn't ready to read all. She skimmed through to beneath, and it read, "you have a week to evacuate from this house or you'll be thrown out forcefully". Signed, Mrs Okeke.
Yewande was worried and devastated.
"What sort of suffering is this?", Yewande cried.
Emeka, jnr, looked at her in surprise.
Ifeoma asked, "what's the problem, mummy" . She came close to wipe her mother's tears away.
"I am fine, my daughter", she said to Ifeoma and hugged her.
"Okay, Mum", Ifeoma retorted.
Yewande started searching for alternative, who she would run to but no one was willing to help her.
Her so-called friends that were there when life was rosy had abandoned her.
She didn't know the whereabouts of her sister.
Dozie whom she thought would be her only hope, told her off that he won't be willing to help, as he was facing financial crisis.
Yewande could sense Dozie's was living in affluence and his reply was contradicting.
"He is not obliged to help, after all", Yewande murmured to herself.
Chinedu who appeared nicer was nowhere to be found.
At least, Yewande still had hopes in him.

A week later,
Some men and Mama stormed Yewande's house. Her door wasn't locked, so they entered without knocking, and someone's aid to open it from the inner lock.
Yewande was eating with her two kids and singing rhymes for Emeka, jnr.
Then followed Mama's chaotic voice,
"So, you this witch is still in this house after the notice that was delivered to your wretched ass", Mama yelled.
Yewande wanted to speak and the particles of food she had in her mouth fell off.
"You better get off here", Mama barked again.
Mama continued, "and my grand children aren't going anywhere with you".
She dragged Emeka, jnr from where he was sitting and carried him in her arm

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. Emeka was crying as Mama tried to calm him down.
"You will get acquainted to me sooner and not this witch you'd as mother, Nwa'm", Mama said. Nwa'm is an Igbo word meaning, "my child". 
Yewande fell on the floor and threw her ego in the bin when she had seen she couldn't stand the storm.
Yewande started gesticulating, "Please Mama, I am begging you, I have nobody to run to".
"Your useless father and mother nkor?", Mama queried with a straight face.
"They are sure useless, I have been disowned long ago for marrying your son", Yewande cried.
"So those idiots never wanted you to marry my son and you did because of your gluttony and love of money?", Mama said angrily.
She continued, "and they are not even happy that my son is marrying from their poor home".
Emeka, jnr was calm and had stopped crying while he stared at Mama's face and mouth movement as she talked.
Mama turned deaf ear to Yewande pleas, and ordered the men she came with to throw Yewande's personal belongings outside which they heeded to.
Mama tried to drag Ifeoma to her self but Ifeoma bit her so hard.
Mama growled in pain and screamed loudly, "your mother had infected you with her witchcraft and you think you can bite me? You will suffer with her".
"After all, only this boy looked like my son and you are bird of a feather with your mother".
Words had failed Yewande and she couldn't mutter a word.

"We are done", the men said sweating profusely.
"Well done, guys", Mama replied.
"It's time to throw this witch and her daughter away", Mama told them.
They bundled Yewande and Ifeoma, and flung them outside.
Mama locked the door, carried Emeka and left with the men.
Yewande covered her head in shame as passerby's queried her but she wasn't ready to reply any of them.
Ifeoma cried and her mother cuddled her closely to console her.
"You are so smart for your age to fight for me", Yewande said thoughtfully in her mind.
It was 6:00pm and everywhere was getting dusk, she carried Yewande and her luggage in search of where to pass the night in.
It was a hectic search till 9:45PM, they got to an uncompleted building and took a rest till Ifeoma dozed off.
Yewande started reminiscing about her past life.
From her primary education to secondary, when she started helping her mother in the shop and when she started having flings with Emeka.
"Life was all rosy", she said to herself.
She couldn't sleep and the mosquito bites and noises were a torn in her flesh.
She quickly used her wrapper to cover Ifeoma and laid her back on the wall.
Just then, she saw a flash from a torch light and she peeped lightly to know what was going on..
She was shocked.
Five elderly men on red attires, one on white and a young able man on red with a machete and torch light rounded a particular image.
She took a closer look.
They were performing ritual with someone she was unaware off.
The man on white shouted, "Phew, I think someone is hiding somewhere and staring at us".
"Get her with her child", they all chorused.
And her exact description shocked Yewande.
"Make noise to awaken her child", one said.
"Yes", they chorused.
"That would make us hear the cry of her child", another said.
"Ahh, I think something is covering my eyes", one said.
"I think there is a spirit helping this Lady", they all chorused.
"Her esu is really powerful", they chorused. Esu is a Yoruba word for god.
Yewande was relieved and asked her self, "a spirit helping me? If yes, why am I left to suffer", tears dropped from her eyes.