Friday, 17 March 2017

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE.. (I)

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         Chioma had just finished preparing her children for school and was just about leaving the house as Ada walks by..


Chioma:  Adanne is there something I say to you that makes you spite me this much? I have tried so hard to make you accept me and see that I am not a bad person"

Adanne: Chioma, there is nothing." By the way, will you be going to the market later today, I haven't been feeling too well otherwise you know I always prefer to do the shopping. (she smiled)

Chioma:  What happened?

Adanne: Chioma I am very okay its just stress, really.

Chioma: That's okay, I will handle that then. Just after I take my children to school I will head to the market.

(Chioma shouts) Obumneke, Chimcindi hurry lets go before the sun is out oh.



                Chioma gathered her children, Adanne picks her phone and dials a number.


Adanne: Mama, this is unbearable for me (she sobs)
              I cant stop thinking about this mess I am in mama. This is not fair o (a dighi mma) mama.
              A dighi mma o.

Mama: Aghotara m (I understand) my daughter. But you see, many times in life we only dream of what we desire and we fail to look at the possibility of not having it. and that is why you're hurt my daughter.

Adanne: But mama, where did I go wrong? All I have done was to-

                                                                   (Door opens)

                                   (Ada hears someone sneaking through the back door)

Adanne: Mama, let me call you back. I think Uzor is back home.

(Ada cuts the call and walks out of her room, passes through the living room and head towards the kitchen, leading to the back door)

Adanne: Uzor?

                             Ada realizes that it wasn't Uzor who stepped into the house.

Kola:   (distressingly)  Ada, Please don't push me away. I understand that you're married but don't forget before this was us and you knew I loved and cherished you. Please hear me out. Expressing how I feel is the only way I can move on. You need to know how I truly feel and how I'm hurting so I don't live a life knowing you never knew. Ada.

Adanne: (Sobs) Kola, there is nothing left to say. Tunji your brother didn't want us together because my sister and Tunji already had a past. And you couldn't fight for us.
You ruined me Kola. You ruined everything. You broke me to-

Kola: I have not come here to make you cry or to cause any more harm. Please stop crying my darling.


  ( Kola draws Adanne close to him, as he hugs and wraps his hands around her tightly)

Kola: You will be fine. We would be fine. (tear drops)


(The front door opens. Ada hurries Kola off through the back door and pretends to be preparing tea)


                                             Uzor enters staggering and singing


Uzor: "Sugar cane baby, abịa gosi m ịhụnanya gị (come show me your love)"
            Ada Ada peperempe


                                                       Ada approaches Uzor

Adanne: Uzor, why are you doing this? (she sobs) what have I not done right? where have I failed you?

Uzor: Ada, thi..s, se...e ehn you are ju..st , your head is not correct. e..ve..n with my f..ine voi..ce you're still cring ehn?
Biko where is Chi chi my baby?

Adanne: You are a disgrace this man! You swore to love ONLY me forever. You promised that you'd be my everything (crying)
You are wicked Uzor. My heart, my love and my life I gave to you. I should have waited for-


                       Chioma opens the front door. There are baskets in both hands.


Chioma: I am back o!

             
                        Chioma sees Adanne crying and finds Uzor on the couch.
                                Uzor had fallen asleep while Ada was emotional
                        Chioma draws closer to Ada and persuades her to sit down

Chioma: Ada. What is the matter? I want to be your friend and listen to you. Please talk to me.

Adanne: (angrily)  My life because worse when you joined my marriage


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