Ewa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - Part 27 By Kemi Jinadu

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Figuring out where to go was a consistent question without answer because going home was a bit of a dilemma Bomi thought as he drove through the busy road of Lagos.

Strangely he felt better than he had felt before going to Ewa’s house, Bomi’s worries about Ladun finding out about Doyin and the pregnancy was over.

Doyin can do whatever she likes with the pregnancy  if truly pregnant, he couldn’t careless since he heard about the numerous abortion she had done, not that he was concerned before though.

The new development, the intimacy that transpired between Bomi and Ewa did not fazed him but made him feel better.

The improper act considering what he was supposed to be to Ewa, her Uncle and guardian seemed to have mysteriously taken away his qualms.

All Bomi’s guilt and worries gone, knowing discreetly inside him that what he has started could be the beginning of an unprecedented disarray in his life.

Bomi tried to push the thought away, his stomach churned and started making strange noises, he switched off the air-condition and wind down the driver side car window.

Where and what to eat was another question Bomi had to answer, he recognised the signs of hunger.  The kolanut he ate at the prof’s place made him hungrier even though he enjoyed eating it.

A naked woman who Bomi immediately considered victim of economy woes suddenly started dancing in the middle of the road, pedestrians began to gather.

“Abeg comot for road,” a reddish big eyeball bus conductor shouted.

“Crazy woman move your dirty buttocks,” another bus driver wearing blue baseball hat yelled.

The bony frame naked woman intensified her dancing as she wiggled her waist up and down, her saggy breast moved oblivious to the building-up traffic, blasting horns and yelling from different directions.

“What in the world is this? Can somebody move this woman,” Bomi spoke through the side window.

“You too come out of your car and move the crazy woman, if this woman should bite someone they will get rabies,” the Okada rider next to Bomi replied.

One of the spectators hawking fresh bread busted out into laughter.

Judging from the countenance on the faces of the other spectators Bomi decided to ignore the Okada rider.

Bomi spotted the yellow graffiti “Mama Cass” on his right side, he turned and drove straight into the drive way, quite spacious he thought.

The coolness of the restaurant was comforting, he ordered for Eba and Oha soup, since his Igbo friend introduced him to the soup he loved it but Ladun never cook the soup, not a Yoruba dish.

Asking Ladun to cook it or go and learn how to cook Oha soup will be pushing it, he did not understand what the Igbo people did to her.

Ladun moves away from anything that has to do with Ibo/Igbo people.

“Umm tribalism is real, starting from my own house,” Bomi muttered as he chewed the thick cow skin in the Oha soup erratically.

Bomi looked intensely at a young couple flirting as they walk towards a table, he imagined himself with Ewa flirting this way, he tried to push the thought away.

“Can I have another bottle of palm wine please,” he waved to the waiter.

The second palm wine seems colder than the first one, he gulped down the content in the bottle within minutes.

“Where is the naked woman?”  Bomi asked as if he expected somebody else to answer from his lonely car.

The journey back home was smooth, Bomi’s only prayer would be for God to control Ladun’s rage and anger towards him.

The sight of Madam Mawobe’s van parked behind Ladun’s car gave Bomi some consolation, Ladun would have at least calmed down.

Cooking food aroma permeated the living room as Bomi walked inside.

“Oga Bomi nice to see you, It’s been a while” Madam Mawobe stood up from the dinning table.

“Good evening Madam, good to see you, how are you? And family?”

“They are all fine, we thank God,” Madam Mawobe positioned herself comfortably back in the dinning seat. 

Toun rushed out of the kitchen and started clearing up the dinning table.

“You are still here Toun, when are you going home? Its getting late,” Bomi asked while Ladun looked away.

“After clearing up the table sir, I will go home,” Toun replied.

“Any food for me?” Bomi asked.

“Hurry up,  come and go home Toun, no food no more food,” Ladun retorted before Toun could answer.  

“Why is there no food for me?” Bomi asked wanting to give Ladun the satisfaction of punishing him, he knows at the moment that Ladun would derives joy in seeing him go through some kind of hurt.

Bomi relish in the secret of knowing that the eba and oha soup he ate are just digesting and that will sustain him for tonight.

“Leave the dirty plates in sink and go Toun,” Ladun shouted as she avoided looking at Bomi.

“Yes ma, Goodnight ma,” Toun’s voice resonated from the kitchen.

“As I was saying…” Ladun tapped Madam Mawobe’s hand, almost half way through her conversation she started whispering.

Madam Mawobe looked at Bomi who felt  she was well aware of the situation between himself and his wife.

Women would reveal their last secret to a friend even when it might come back and hurt them in the most excruciatingly painful way Bomi thought as he dashed off upstairs.

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Ewa find going to University these days daunting she was so pleased to have just completed her last exam paper which she was hoping to pass, so she could add the word graduate to her status.

The overwhelming calming relief Ewa experienced felt like she had accomplished and overcome one of the ultimate life achievements.  The weight and burden Ewa felt was taken off her life were inexplicable as she strolled out of the exam classroom.

“Not so fast, Ewa stop!”

Deep in thoughts, Ewa’s deliberation on her imminent situation had allowed Moji Adeoye to caught up with her why let this happen to her; Ewa pondered as she turned around.

“Is it my brother or exams that has taken you away from me, not seen you in ages,” Moji said as she hugged Ewa.

Ewa had in the couple of weeks did everything within her power to avoid Moji by quickly running off after lectures, and also dodges anytime she sees Jide’s car approaching or parked anywhere.

Today she was astonished by how happy she was to see Moji.

“Always happy to see you Moji,” Ewa break away from Moji.

“So why have you being avoiding us?” Moji asked as they both walked down the road.

“Us? Who else were you talking about?”

“Let us just stop pretending Jide has being worried, he told me what happened, is not his fault you know, that spoilt-prat just came to ruin your relationship,” Moji pulled Ewa’s hand.

Ewa stopped walking, she just wished Jide could stop worrying about her; the most painful part was her making him think he committed some kind of offence.

“Please forgive Jide, Chioma is not Jide’s type, forgive him,” Moji reiterated.

If only Jide knew what she had done and the guilt; to have carried on with the relationship as if nothing happened was unbearable to Ewa, she tried to push the thoughts away.

“Answer me Ewa,” Moji pulled her hands again.

Reflecting on how over the past few weeks Jide had come to her house and begged at the door she refused to open, he sometimes sits in the car for hours waiting for her to come out of the room.

This had made leaving the house difficult until recently she figured out going through the back door, though a longer route to get onto the main road where she could grab a taxi or okada.

The pain and trouble she had put Jide through made Ewa uneasy, she wanted to leave Moji’s company, a part of her considered confessing and revealing everything.

Maybe confession would stop Jide from looking or coming after her, Ewa begin to digest this thought.

“Moji I’ve to go now,” Ewa began to fiddle with her folder.

“Go where? Let us go to a restaurant I am hungry, you should be famish too,” Moji said.

“My Uncle is expecting me, I’ve to go now,” Ewa walked off before Moji could say anything.

Lately Ewa felt the need to eat but she was not really hungry, on her way home she bought moimoi and agidi.

The only food she seemed to be able to eat for the past few days, the smell of food just makes Ewa feel some kind of nausea.

Ewa’s nostril had become sensitive to every food aroma, scent, fragrance or filth; she could smell the frying oil from the fried yam seller down the street.

This smell made her felt the same irritation and spew effect Ewa had recently started experiencing every morning.

Ewa opened a bottle of sprite and gulped it down at once, half of the liquid gone, her stomach absorbed the content as she gasp; she suddenly felt a lot better.

Ewa unwrap the moimoi and agidi into a plate and started eating, she enjoyed devouring them all as it gives her some sort of nostalgia feelings; it reminds her of Ayinke, it brought back Ifon memories.

Suddenly she recognised the nausea; Ewa grabbed one of the bowls under her bed and vomited all the food she just ate……

To be continued....................................

Written By Kemi Jinadu

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