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How can I be responsible for his predicament (II)?
(Continued from last week)
I appreciated my father’s concern and worry, but I calmed him down and told him there was nothing to fear as I trusted Sanmi and that he was relating with the girl because he knew her through me.
I never knew I was living in a fool’s paradise. Not long after when my father went back to his house, Sanmi told me that he needed some money to execute a contract a friend brought to him. Because of the trust I had in him and wanted him to succeed, I did not even ask him for the details, I gave him the money. He asked for two million naira and I gave it to him, then, it was a huge amount of money but I really didn’t mind.
Little did I know that Sanmi had impregnated this young lady, Mopelola and he had planned to marry her. He collected money from me to rent an apartment and settle down with Mopelola. I heard about this two months after Sanmi collected the money from me on the pretence that Mopelolas elder sister was getting married. All the while, Sanmi would leave the house with the pretext that he was out of town on business.
I never knew that he had rented an apartment two streets away from mine and he was always there with Mopelola and her family. But I however noted that Sanmi would always return home very late in the night from his supposed trip and would leave early in the morning.
I even learnt that Sanmi’s parents came from Kogi State to be a part of the wedding ceremony; they stayed in the apartment he rented.
Two days to the wedding, I came home from work early because I had malaria. After resting a while, I asked my stylist who incidentally was Mopelola’s neighbour to come to the house to fix my hair. She was the one who told me everything Sanmi felt he could do and get away with.
She jokingly asked if I wanted to fix my hair for the wedding. I told her I wasn’t invited, that though I learnt that Mopelola’s sister was getting married but I wasn’t invited. She didn’t think twice before telling me that I shouldn’t pull her legs that Mopelola my baby as they all fondly called her was pregnant for Sanmi my supposed cousin and they are getting married because the girl had been warned in her Cherubim and Seraphim Church never to commit an abortion and that she must marry the first man who slept with her.
I was shocked and dumbfounded. She went on to inform me that Sanmi had rented an apartment two streets away and wedding plans were really underway. In her excitement, she did not stop reeling out the details despite my silence not knowing that all she was telling me was almost killing me. I really didn’t know how I survived and kept my sanity until she left. When she did, I called a friend who knew all about Sanmi and I, she suggested that we should get him arrested. It then occurred to me to check Sanmis clothes in the wardrobe. Then, I discovered that most of his clothes were gone. I informed my father and he came in company of my aunty.
He advised that I should not do anything. In fact, I had to leave the enviroment on the wedding day and moved back to my father’s house in Ikoyi. It was painful; I almost would not have been able to cope if not with the help of my relatives.
To the glory of God, two years after that, I found my own husband a man who though a lot older than me, loved and cared for my two kids I untill he died last year. I tried to forget Sanmi and what he did to me. I never even asked for the money he borrowed from me. Inspite of his betrayal I moved on and I am doing well.
I was however, surprised when he paid me a visit in my office in Febuary this year, I don’t know how he tracedwas able to locate me. His mission was to plead with me to forgive him. I told him that he has been forgiven a long time ago. He narrated all his tale of woes, I told him to leave and even prayed that all would be well with him.
He came two times after the first visit asking that I borrow him money. I told him I didn’t have money. He stopped coming after this until I heard recently all the talks he had been spreading that I used his glory and those of his dead children diabolically to make money.
I learnt few weeks ago that he had lost three out of his four children, wealth and even his dignity as a man. He now resorted to threatening me. I don’t know what I have in common with him.
I have made up my mind to report him to the police, but my father said I should ignore him. There is a limit to human endurance; please, should I do it my way, get the police involved or just ignore him?
written by njima u, August 02, 2012
written by Uzoma, August 02, 2012
written by bambo, August 08, 2012