IS IT A SIN?? (Trauma) Season1 Episode7 |by Olamilekan Afolabi - Abiodun Lambaba Blog

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Thursday, 24 January 2019

IS IT A SIN?? (Trauma) Season1 Episode7 |by Olamilekan Afolabi








(NEXT DAY)
(MRS. CHIOMA RESISDENT)
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Mrs. Chioma sat in the sitting room reading the daily newspaper. Obinna was busy with a drawing using his drawing board, pencil, ruler and a sheet of A4 paper. Chiamaka is also busy watching a movie on the decoder. Nnena was in the kitchen cleaning the utensils. They whole house is as silent as a grave yard. Chiamaka broke the silent.
“Mummy, I want to drink water.” Chiamaka demands.
“How does that affect me? Go to the kitchen and fetch yourself something to drink.” Mrs. Chioma echoed.
“Ok, I will, but I just want you to know that we got a house maid.” Chiamaka counter-blasted.
“You are not serious.” Mrs. Chioma sassed.
Chiamaka opts for the kitchen to get a cup of water. Nnena was out from the kitchen; she went to the backyard to dispose some dirty refuse and some leftover food into the dustbin.
Chiamaka have been thinking on how to deal with Nnena. She has a sleepless night because of her hatred for Nnena at first sight; her dirty mind has been battling on how to deal with the dirty looking Nnena.
“This is my chance to deal with this disgusting girl.” Chiamaka thought.
Just then Nnena came back with the kitchen dustbin in her hand.
“Aunty Chiamaka, what do you want? You should have called me.” Nnena said respectfully.
“Don’t worry my dear, I can do this myself.” Chiamaka said nicely.
“Ok ma.” Nnena replied as she return to her washing.
Chiamaka fake a smile, she look around as she sight a glass cup sitting comfortably inside the cups board, she pick up the cup from its abode, her aim is to smash the cup on Nnena’s head, unfortunately for her and luckily for Nnena, she slip as a result of the water that pour on the tiles, she fall as the glass cup wounded her on her hand, they wound was so deep, she groaned in pains. Her alerting screaming aroused Nnena, Obinna and Mrs. Chioma. Nnena try to pick us the broken glass from the tiles, she also feel pity for her as she try to help her up from the tile. Mrs. Chioma and Obinna bang into the kitchen. They were shocked to see Chiamaka in her own pool of blood.
“What is happening here?” Mrs. Chiamaka asked impatient.
“She (pointing to Nnena) tosses the glass cup and it hit me on my hand.” Chiamaka counter-blasted shedding crocodile tears.
“You mean Nnena toss this cup at you and this result to this injury?” Mrs. Chioma asked in disbelieved.
“Yes mum, she wants to kill me.” Chiamaka retort with a bleeding hand.
“You want to kill my only beloved daughter right? I will make you regret the day you were born today.” Mrs. Chioma yelled.
“Call the doctor.” Mrs. Chioma commands Obinna.
“Okay ma.” Obinna replied as he banged out from the kitchen.
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(Obinna inside the sitting room thinking)
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“But I can’t believe Chiamaka, she hates Nnena at first sight and beside I don’t see any reason why Nnena will injure Chiamaka to that extent, but wait, the broken glasses are lying on Nnena’s hand, do they engage in fight? No, that can’t be, that girl seem innocent, my mum won’t bother to hear from that poor girl, she love Chiamaka dearly, she is blinded by the love she has for Chiamaka, she will believes her words not knowing that she is a degree holder at lying. That is how she do fakes lies on impeccant peoples when we are in USA, this is not her first time of doing such, her behaviors haven’t leave her, I pray her fake lies won’t lead her astray or make her to meet her doom one day, ah! I pity that guiltless girl; my mother won’t make her regret the day she was born as she has already said.” These are the thoughts ranging through Obinna’s head.
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“Obinna!” Mrs. Chioma screamed from the kitchen as Obinna came back to life.
“Ma, what do you say I should bring?” Obinna asked.
“Haven’t you called the doctor?” Mrs. Chioma yelled
“Yes, I have called him, he said he is coming.” Obinna lies as he quickly head for the bedroom to phone the doctor.
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In short, I wasn’t allowed to utter a word, I was guilty for the crime I can’t defend, and I was beaten by Mrs. Chioma for the crime I never commit. This world is full of injustice, an orphan for that matter, when sorrows come; they come not in spies, but in battalions, I was able to enjoy my life for just a day with Mrs. Chioma, her daughter came back from USA only to develop hatred for me at first sight. Now I know I am all alone in this wicked world.
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(CHIAMAKA’S BEDROOM)
(LATER THAT NIGHT)
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“Knock!”
“Who goes there?” Chiamaka asked focused on her mobile phone.
“Open the door, for me it is you Mum.” Mrs. Chioma echoed from outside.
“Okay mum.” Chiamaka drop the phone on bed as she reluctantly head to unlock the door.
“Mum, you are not sleeping?” Chiamaka asked totally baffled and bemused.
“Yes, I came to talk to you.” Mrs. Chioma replied yawning.
“Ok mum am sited.” Chiamaka uttered as she adjusts her pillow case that is supporting her head.
“Concerning Nnena, we can’t send her packing.” Mrs. Chioma paused.
“But why mum? We earlier agreed to send her packing out of this house tomorrow, why the change of plan now, mum I mean she wants to kill me, she hates me or don’t you understand?” Chiamaka rebutted her opinion.
“Some days ago, I met two different pastors telling me that there is a house girl that is coming into this house, they told me that under no circumstance should I send her out of this house, because there are many blessings coming on our way but only through her. Hope you understand?” Mrs. Chioma confuted.
“Okay, but how are we going to do it now? Her minds are focused.” Chiamaka replicates beseeching.
“Don’t worry my dear; I will be harsh on her from now on, so as to kill her temper or hatred on you.” Mrs. Chiamaka countered as she stood up from Chiamaka bed ready to head for her room.
“Thank you mum, you are the best mum in this world, I love you mum, Good night mum.” Chiamaka retort happily.
“You are also darling my dear.” Mrs. Chioma replied as she bangs the door behind her.
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Nnena! Welcome to my world, I already had my mummy supports, I don’t wish you should leave this house just like that, I wish you could die hundred times before your death.
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What do you think will happen next?
Your opinions are highly welcomed
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(Light out)
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