I wasn’t devastated, but I was…. But it was still something I had expected… it only came too soon….
I just stood outside, as I watched her body taking down the aisle…. It
wasn’t to the altar….but to the mortuary… I informed, first… my sister
about the situation….
And she went to inform Shola’s mum about it…. The woman was dead…. She died 3 days before Sholas’. The family was broken, left with just her sister, and the unreliable dad…
After witnessing her death, I wasn’t going to witness the burial….
I went to her house myself, and to her room… there were loads of pictures of both of us on the walls…. Scattered everywhere… and then a diary… more like an exercise book…. It was titled Jide…
I took it along, as I went…. I got her sister’s number…. And to be honest, that point, I made up my mind to make sure her sister became a very successful woman…. That was the least I could do.
I went back, with Nolly, to S.A the next day.
As I was trying to get myself together, I tried focusing my mind on the contents of the diary….
When we got to South Africa…. Nolly, at first respected my space…. And she tried as much as possible to get me lightened up….
2 weeks after my arrival in S.A….. My parents had buried Shola…. As my sister had informed me.
My life was in shambles… I remembered the diary I had brought along… so I started going through it….
I never knew she was a good artist…. The welcome page said it all….
She wrote a poem attached to a drawing of both of us…. And dated it…. It was the first time we had sex….
She wrote about all the times I made her unhappy, all the times I made
her happy…. She wrote about all our sex escapades…. And she wrote about
our future… what she wanted… the kind of family she desired…. How many
children she was willing to bore….
All this made me weep bitterly, and my love for Nolly kept reducing
every moment I opened it…. She confronted me….. on the day of reckoning…
Nolly: You won’t let her rest….
Me: I can’t…
Nolly: You can’t what?
Me: I can’t continue with you Nolly… Shola’s who I love…. Wholeheartedly… I’m sorry…
Nolly: What’re you talking about Jide? Please…. What’re you saying?
Me: Nolly, you won’t understand…. I don’t love you…. It was all mere
infatuation… or maybe I loved you at a point, I don’t know…. But not
anymore….
She busted into tears….. and went inside…. After about 10minutes, came out with keys….
Me: Nolly calm down……
I stood up to run after her….. She entered the car…. I rushed and tried to force my way in the car….
I had no idea what was on her mind… if I did… only If I did at that point.
She drove recklessly….
Me: Baby calm down…..
Nolly: Baby? You’re bleeped up Jide… I hate you…. After everything…. My
virginity…. I had an abortion…. Everything for you Jide…. My life is so
messed up cos of you…. All because its being re-designed to suit your
taste…..
She went to the middle of the rail line… rolled up the windows and locked the doors……
I tried all I could to get the car out of their…. She was on a suicide mission….
And then came the horns…. Horns after horns… rang into my ears… left and right.
She was so determined…. She had stopped crying…. And was praying….
I tried all I could to get her doors opened…. She jammed the doors completely, throwing the keys away….
The train approached…… meter by meter…..
I tried to escape myself…. And then get her out….
After much struggle……. My door broke out….
Looking back, the train had arrived….
I jumped with all my might, the adrenaline that was in me…. Into the bush…
Nolly was gone!
**CONCLUDING PART**
Today, I write from C Max maximum prison Pretoria.
I was sentenced to life, with the possibility of parole, after 20years for manslaughter.
My name is Jide, and this is my story.
**THE END**
Full Acknowledgement to the writer DEXPENDABLE for this wonderful piece…
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