“hmmn” Sasha washed her hands, as Joyce
turned to face them.
“I thought you both became deaf.” Joyce
“the truth is, we never knew you were
talking to us.” Kenny replied feigning
“I don’t blame you! I wonder how were
brought up! Imagine the rubbish you’re
doing with those beverages…just look at
how you disorganised the whole place…”
Joyce said looking irritated.
“Ose! Mrs I too know! Spare us those
thrash you’re saying.” Sasha eyed her.
“Who’s talking thrash? Haven’t I warned
you never to talk to me anyhow?” Joyce
“Uhn Uhn! Madam, we were eating
‘peacefully’ before you became a
disturbance.” Kenny raised his palm up.
“Rubbish!” Joyce snapped.
“The only rubbish we have around here is a
pregnant Sluut!” Sasha shot back.
“You can keep insulting me, i’m not
surprised! You talk to your parents that
way, don’t you? A dominant gene from your
mother.” Joyce said spitefully.
“I won’t have you insult my aunt!” Kenny
slammed his hands on the table.
“Chillax bros, everybody’s got one!” Sasha
“I can now see the dominant gene in you!”
she pointed at Joyce.
“Your mother was a W.hore right? A home
breaker too, I suppose? That why you are
carrying a bastard in you.”
“That’s my girlie!” Kenny clapped.
“I’m warning you for the last time…steer
clear off my path! Else I’d be forced to
strangle you.” Joyce fumed.
“strangle her? So that’s your mission? ”
Kenny asked bewildered.
“My head is too strong o! Tell your fellow
witches that My blood is bitter!” Sasha
rang jumping to her feet.
“you think this dada on my head is just for
decoration? Ehn?” She asked loosening her
“Tell her what she wanna hear!” Kenny
“what can you do? Small witch!” Joyce too
was in the mood.
“ehen! Big witch! Tell the whole world your
real identity.” Sasha clapped.
Joyce tried to speak, but her ringing phone
stoped her. Her face fell as she saw the
“Hello?” she began.
“Hello, John, I can hear you ” she muttered
running to her room.
“Whoever John is!” Sasha hissed after her.
“nonsense! We sure dealt with her!” Kenny
snapped his fingers.
“Ah! Booda mi! She’s playing with fire ni!”
Sasha said giving Kenny a high five.
Williams turned off the SUV, turning then to
glance at the beautiful woman sitting
beside him. The song ‘I love my baby’ by a
Nigerian artist-Wizkid was filtering through
the speakers, as the AC made the
“Errrm..thanks. ” Barbra muttered opening
the door of the vehicle.
“Just like that?” he queried.
Barbra stoped her movement. What does
he want again?
“you’re looking so beautiful, you know.” his
hands caressed her cheek.
“Errm…I think we should get out of the car
now, the kids…they might be watching from
their room.” she said nervously edging
away from him, those butterflies were
beginning to flutter.
“Okay…” Williams sighed disappointed.
Barbra trudged into the house with Williams
following closely, her heart a bit light
atleast after the ‘romantic night out’- as
Williams named it
“Williams!” Joyce sprang to her feet, when
it seems the couple didn’t notice her seated
on the sofa.
“hey…Joyce…how’do?” Barbra greeted.
“I’m fine! Williams I need to talk to you!”
Joyce wasn’t looking good.
“Errm…I’d excuse you.” Barbra said
climbing the staircase.
“Can’t wait till morning?” Williams faced
“It can’t wait! Just listen to me now o!
Before I expode.” Joyce said full of rage.
The sight of Williams coming home by
10pm with his ‘darling’ wife made her feel
“Warn those devilish kids of yours! I’m not
their mate! They should stop getting on my
nerves! I can’t have some bunch of
bastards calling me names.” she ranted.
Williams sighed, loosening his tie- atleast
that should ease the anger bottling up in
“Did you hear me at all? Or you’ve suddenly
gone deaf too!” she squealed.
“I did, I was just wondering which ‘bunch of
bastards’ you were gibbering about.”
Williams replied in a cool voice.
“That witch called Sasha et’al! I might be
forced to murder them one of these days!”
“Murder? My kids? You won’t dare!”
“are they more important than I am? I am
your wife for crying out loud!” Joyce yelled.
“You are not my wife!” Williams thundered.
“I’m carrying your child!” she squealed.
“A child I’m not even sure if its mine?” he
“I see…” Joyce sighed searching for words.
“Maybe when you wake up one day, and
discover I’m gone with my child, you’d
know my worth.” she said in a fierce
“The door is always open.” Williams replied
“What?” Joyce covered her mouth in fear.
Her body trembled as she watched Williams
saunter up the stairs. She was losing it-
To be continued