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PART 2

I came back from the market one evening and found my mother lying down on the couch in the sitting room, with her baggages littered all over the place. As soon she saw me, she started lamenting. She said that my beautiful ‘mammy water‘ of a wife had refused to touch her or anything that was hers, and had refused to give her food since she arrived. When l went into my bedroom, l found my wife sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed crying. She told me that she was tired of all the trouble and wanted out. She said that my mother spat in her face when she went to embrace her and pushed her away, calling her names.

I begged Ese to continue persevering, and she reluctantly agreed. But, every evening l came home to my mother’s lamentations, and Ese crying in my arms in the bedroom at night. It was just too much for me.


Then one afternoon, l got a call from my neighbor. I ran home and found my wife fighting with two of my younger sisters. I had to stop the fight by viciously slapping my sister. It happened that my mother threw a bowl of soup at Ese; and Ese, unable to restrain herself, threw back the bowl of soup at my mom. My mother had carefully chosen a day when my two sisters were around to carry out her vicious attack. They all swooped on my wife and almost beat her to death. I took Ese to a hospital, and we decided never to return home, but to stay in a hotel afterwards.

I thought my mother would go home. But, three months later, she was still in my house, with two of my sisters, taking care of her.

I told Ese that l was going back home. She refused to go back with me, and suggested that we rent another house. We had a bitter argument, and she called my mother and sisters ugly names. I angrily slapped her, left the hotel, and went back home.

I thought that Ese would come back home and beg me for forgiveness, but she never did. I never knew that she had really gotten sick and tired of our marriage. Three weeks later, she sued for a divorce, and l simply let her go.


My mother was overjoyed that she had succeeded in driving Ese away. A week later, she brought home a young beautiful girl named Chinwe and said that the girl was her best friend’s daughter, and had come to take care of her, since my wife had run away!

Chinwe was 22 years old, and from the very first day she arrived at my house, she embarked on her mission to seduce me into marrying her. She cleaned my house until it sparkled. She cooked three delicious meals everyday. At night, she would always creep into my bedroom to sleep, but l kept turning her away.

Two months later, my mother had fully recovered but was still in my house. I told her point blank that she should go home and let me rest. I engaged her in a heated quarrel, and she cried for three straight days; calling upon my uncles to come to my house; that l wanted to kill her.


Three of them came on a Sunday, and after protracted haranguing, they concluded that my mother must not leave my house until either l married Chinwe, or brought a new wife to show them. My mother must have bought all of them over with her money and stubbornness. They even resorted to seriously pleading with me; saying that they all meant well for me and that l should have mercy on my mother and produce a male child before she dies, or else, my mother will not rest well in her grave.

I caved in to the pressure, just for the sake of...

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