Culled from NEWS AT 247
Ify Asia Chiemeziem
Read what she said about herself: “…I am, a mother of three lovely children, a wife and doing what I have always loved to do as a child, writing. Taking motherhood as a profession, I introduce myself as a primary care giver. It gets people knotted up most times. Mothering children has not diminished my sense of adventure, rather heightened it tremendously. Though, I am doing all the adventuring in my writing career. I am basically a story teller; I enjoy constructing or weaving these fantasies using realties as frames. My greatest joy in life is having people reading and enjoying these stories. The most challenging part of writing, to me, is Facebooking while breastfeeding. I never mastered that art. My number one fan and critique is my husband Tchidi. He is in the category of people who should have been writers but got caught up in something else. He is a good story teller like his late father. Whenever I run short of stories he supplies me some from his family’s archive. My favourite author is the late Cyprain Ekwensi, his writing style intrigues me. He is a master story-teller. I like Chinua Achebe, James Hardley Chase and some others too. Wole Soyinka scares me (I like his hair style more). My favourite actors are Rita Dominic, the late Afolabi Afolayan, Patience Ozokwor and Ramsey Noah (because he is handsome and dresses well). Our New Priest is my first published novel and Ibito is already in the pipeline (Nigerian English), so is Forgotten Sins, all fantastic stories. Let me stop talking here. There is so much about myself to talk about that you have to keep visiting this blog to learn more, anytime in the future.”
Excerpts from KIDNAP ME, Chapter 2:
Predictably, Julius was too tired to go to the boutique the next morning. He groaned as the sun broke through the curtains to remind him men like him were off to work. Venus slept soundly beside him. He got up to ease himself, then pad to the parlour. A flask and cups were on the dining table. Toasted bread and eggs in a plate sat beside the flask.
When did his wife prepare this meal? He must be too whacked to notice her doing these things. He sat down and devoured the breakfast and returned to bed.
When he woke up two hours later around eleven o’clock, Venus was already up and dressed. She was applying her perfume. She looked stunning in a simple blue gown that hardly reached her knees.
‘Where are you going to?’ he asked her.
She turned around, checking herself in the full length mirror. ‘All of us mustn’t be lazy and idle in the house. I have a job interview to attend.’
‘You didn’t tell me that when you were here, all night, fucking me to oblivion,’ Julius almost shouted.
She stared at him, her lips curled in amusement. ‘What is eating you? I thought men love vagina. Better get up and go to work. Lazy man.’
She picked up her bag. ‘Let me not meet you here when I return.’ She swished off.
Julius knew she wasn’t going to any interview. She must have one poor man in one corner she was going to torment for the rest of the day. Julius was supposed to feel jealous, but it wasn’t there. He was rather relieved that he was going to be free of Venus for a while.
He got up, picked his phone and called his brother, the only member of his family still talking to him. Venus had stripped him of almost all his relatives. She never allowed any of them to visit and never spoke to them. His father died a sad man a year back. On his dying bed, he lamented the misfortune of his first son. None of the family members attended Julius’s wedding, because his wife insisted they do it somewhere abroad. And Julius never visited home after the wedding, even when his father was gravely ill. When the old man eventually died, Venus insisted he mustn’t travel for the funeral.
Julius swore he must attend his father’s burial. And that was when she nearly killed him.
She had glared at him and said. ‘You will not leave this street.’
He had decided to travel with his own car. As he was about to drive out of his street and join the main road, another car from nowhere rammed into his? Julius ended up with a fractured leg. He was screaming, telling people helping him out of his car not to take him home but to a motor park.
‘I need to see my father’s corpse,’ he kept shouting. ‘I must attend my father’s funeral!’
‘He is delirious,’ one man told another. ‘Shock, I guess.’
‘Take it easy mister,’ another said. ‘Your father is dead. Thank God you are alive. Let’s take him to the hospital. Somebody, call his wife.’
‘Don’t call my wife!’ he screamed. ‘I don’t want to see her.’
‘Delirious again.’
He saw Venus looking down at him. ‘He is my husband,’ she cried. ‘Take him to the house. I will call our family doctor immediately.’
Julius was carried to the house. When everybody left, she bandaged his leg by herself and injected him a painkiller. She used to be a nurse she had told him.
She got a bone doctor later who treated him in the house. ‘Take me to your hospital,’ Julius begged the man. ‘Admit me there. Admit me for months.’
‘There is no need for that,’ the doctor said and left few minutes later.
Julius was devastated. He couldn’t get across to his village or talk to his family, his phone was nowhere to be found.
‘Don’t worry, they won’t miss you much,’ Venus told him standing over him. ‘They always believed you were a bad son since you married me.’
‘Please I need to see my father before they bury him,’ Julius pleaded with her, tears gushing from his eyes.
‘Don’t worry, you can always dig him out and enjoy the sight of his decomposing body when you are ready. You belong with me. I want you too much to let you stay away from me even for a minute.’
So, with him in bed, his leg in a cast and alleviated, Venus used him thrice a day.
He was able to use her phone to get across to his brother few days later. He was the only one that listened to him. ‘You need to find a way to get away from that woman,’ he told Julius. ‘That woman is pure evil.’
Now, as he ate breakfast, Julius ran through his mind how he met Venus and why he had married her in the first place.
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