Mmeso Inspires: Truth With Pain

Love turned sour…

It is difficult to see through this mist.

Years of waiting had been in vain

Carrying with it some strands of pain

Hard to say if it is a loss or a gain

It is a bitter-sweet.

How will I tell my story?

A day I have always anticipated arrives with a cascade of tears

Tears of joy and tears of pain.

If we had known Ken, we could have delayed this journey

Because the truth sting like a bee

And reality appears like a nightmare.

What have you done Nne?

Romance stolen under the shadow of filiation

Waiting for that special day I will say “I do”

And the thought of moments thereafter when I will live my entire life with the love of my life.

A thought so intrinsic with my mind, my brain, my heart

A thought so intrinsic with my life

But Nne has just spilled the beans

And thought turned to nightmare.

Our wedding is in six months time, after years of toiling and building

After years of hardwork and perseverance

And I, after ten years of waiting and believing

Has crashed to the dust.

What have you done Nne?

Tell me nature, can one avoid the truth?

When the truth comes with pain, much pain, grave pain, can one escape it?

Gradually my fantasies were becoming real until Nne let the cat out of the bag.

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Fantasies of our wedding night… our beautiful moments, was greatly blurred right before my very eyes.

I woke up every morning to see if this was all a dream

But all I could see was reality, glaring back at me with intense ferocity.

Ken, tell me, did you feel this pain just like I do?

But in all situations, I will always be grateful to Olisa (God)

“He is your brother, my daughter” Nne repeated maybe the fourth time.

“Nne you’ve said that before”, I blurted, hating her for the first time in my life.

Nne’s story was well detailed, starting from when she found out she was pregnant.

When she threw the child at the refuse dump after inflicting some marks on his stomach and hand.

That child was Ken my love, Ken bear those marks. This was so hard to believe.

He left immediately, tears welling up in his eyes.

I understand, he could no longer bear the revelation.

I stared at Nne for so long, look mixed with pity and hatred.

I hate my self too.

I had spent ten years of my life waiting for the man whom I love so much who turned to be my only brother.

This was a sweet but a bitter truth.

I thank heavens that I and Ken had build our relationship on purity, otherwise it would have been a different story altogether.

 But that particular incident in the garden of Rose will not quickly leave my mind, maybe after some time.

Ken will feel the same way too. What a small world!

I stood up too dumb to speak and walk out of the house.

“Forgive me my daughter, please tell him to forgive me” Nne shouted after me.

“I won’t Nne” I shouted back sobbing.

I do, we do.

Few days later, Edna a good friend of mine and a colleague at work called to check on me.

“Hello girl, how did it go, hope your mom likes him” she asked giggling.

“Mothers love their children Edna” I answered.

“Come on girl, don’t be sarcastic”. Edna chided.

“Edna, he is my brother. My Ken is my brother” I answered and hung the phone tears welling up my eyes.

I let them, I wept uncontrollably.

It dawned on me that no one would ever love me the way Ken do.

But I get it now, he is my blood

And blood is thicker than water.

I closed my eyes, I thought about the incident in the garden of Rose.

No! No!!  I dread it now.

The fantasies and wishes were all gone.

They had been blurred out of vision.

I got to work on my mind now.

My phone continue ringing. A good start.

So, I thought about work.

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