WEDDING NIGHT.
Episode 1.
I write with Tears,
I woke up after my wedding night to
see a knife buried in my husband’s
chest, our bed sheet soaked with
blood. I couldn’t believe my eyes, i
couldn’t believe it was all real. I held
my dead husband and looked around. “no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But itwas all real, Damian was cold and still.
He was dead for real. “nooo” i sobbed
quietly, wondering what to do,
wondering the next step to take. There was any doubt, i was about
experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how i met my husband. After NYSC, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city.
Seriously i counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends. I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn. Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer.
Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which i obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more i turned him away, the more bolder he got. This continued until i finally gave in to him. We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town.
As our relationship progressed, i started getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him. Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community. Our marriage was quickly fixed and i insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation. Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable. The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organising the whole show. We planned travelling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members and friends slept. Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept and struck him, but there wasn’t any doubt i would be the major suspect…. “Oh no” i wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house. It was as if they were all waiting for such news…. I couldn’t believe i was married only for one night…
Episode 1.
I write with Tears,
I woke up after my wedding night to
see a knife buried in my husband’s
chest, our bed sheet soaked with
blood. I couldn’t believe my eyes, i
couldn’t believe it was all real. I held
my dead husband and looked around. “no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But itwas all real, Damian was cold and still.
He was dead for real. “nooo” i sobbed
quietly, wondering what to do,
wondering the next step to take. There was any doubt, i was about
experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how i met my husband. After NYSC, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city.
Seriously i counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends. I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn. Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer.
Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which i obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more i turned him away, the more bolder he got. This continued until i finally gave in to him. We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town.
As our relationship progressed, i started getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him. Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community. Our marriage was quickly fixed and i insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation. Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable. The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organising the whole show. We planned travelling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members and friends slept. Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept and struck him, but there wasn’t any doubt i would be the major suspect…. “Oh no” i wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house. It was as if they were all waiting for such news…. I couldn’t believe i was married only for one night…
MY WEDDING NIGHT (Episode 2)
I really can’t write how hurt and empty i was that fateful morning. I can’t describe how devastated i was nor how my heart bled. I was totally broken and dead. I couldn’t even call my brother to tell him the bad situation i found myself. In fact my soul and my spirit ran away from me. I was just a shadow of myself. The devil just took time to urinate on my destiny. Damian’s mother never bothered nor cared about my feelings, instead pulled out the knife from her son’s body when my cries brought her to the room and almost stabbed me with fury, screaming some incoherent words, until other members of the family came in and held her. “i said it; nothing good ever comes out of Africa.
She stabbed him, she probably did it in her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft. God save my soul” the old woman screamed and cried. I simply sat beside the bed and cried out my heart. I was just like a cornered rat. I was simply in the midst of foreigners. In the midst of people who saw me as a second class animal or probably a gold digger. None of them spoke to me nor asked how it all happened. I barely had changed my night wear when an ambulance arrived with men from the force headquarters. Before i knew what was happening, i found myself at the back of a police SUV while the perpetrator of the crime walked freely, probably watching the unfolding events from a safe distance.
Another problem i had was that i didn’t know who to suspect nor accuse. They all looked the same to me. They were all a bunch of conspirators. I felt like taking my life as the police took me away, because there wasn’t any need living again. I knew the justice system would easily convict and close the case than investigating. “Who am i among a bunch of whites all accusing me of murder??”. I had nothing to prove my innocence. I was the only person in the room with Damian. The murder weapon which might have saved me through finger print test was already compromised by Damian’s mother. My life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri prison awaited me with a dark smile.
How do i save myself?, how do i prove my innocence?.
To be continued...
She stabbed him, she probably did it in her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft. God save my soul” the old woman screamed and cried. I simply sat beside the bed and cried out my heart. I was just like a cornered rat. I was simply in the midst of foreigners. In the midst of people who saw me as a second class animal or probably a gold digger. None of them spoke to me nor asked how it all happened. I barely had changed my night wear when an ambulance arrived with men from the force headquarters. Before i knew what was happening, i found myself at the back of a police SUV while the perpetrator of the crime walked freely, probably watching the unfolding events from a safe distance.
Another problem i had was that i didn’t know who to suspect nor accuse. They all looked the same to me. They were all a bunch of conspirators. I felt like taking my life as the police took me away, because there wasn’t any need living again. I knew the justice system would easily convict and close the case than investigating. “Who am i among a bunch of whites all accusing me of murder??”. I had nothing to prove my innocence. I was the only person in the room with Damian. The murder weapon which might have saved me through finger print test was already compromised by Damian’s mother. My life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri prison awaited me with a dark smile.
How do i save myself?, how do i prove my innocence?.
To be continued...
MY WEDDING NIGHT
(EPISODE 3)
(EPISODE 3)
As soon as i got to the police station, I called my elder brother who couldn’t believe all i told him. “hold on tight my dear. I’ll be there shortly” he assured me. I was quickly led to an office where i was asked to write a statement, which i nervously did while Damian’s two cousins who came with me kept talking to each other.
After writing all i knew on the note book, a female officer showed up to question me. I tried my best to convince her. “just look at me. How possible do you think a Nigerian girl would murder a husband taking her out of the country to celebrate their marriage?. I didn’t do it. One of them did. You got to help me” i begged. She shrugged and shook her head. “of course i believe you. You have no reason to kill him but you see i’m just an ordinary officer taking orders from my superiors, anyway i believe my boss. S.P Jeremiah will know how to handle your case. He’s a good man and a crime expert” she assured me. My brother showed up minutes later with his Lawyer who quickly took over my case. I told them all i knew and the events that happened after i discovered the dead body. My brother was totally shocked. “don’t worry my dear. I know this is going to be a tough case. I smell the American Embassy getting involved but be rest assured that i will go any length to prove your innocence, even if it means getting experts from abroad. I have friends who can examine the case and get results” he
promised seriously. I breathed deeply and hugged him, thanking God for giving me a wealthy and intelligent brother.
Officer Jeremiah soon showed up at his office and requested for our presence. Damian’s cousins officially accused me before him, asking that i should be detained but my brother’s lawyer intervened quickly. “officer i hope you know everyone that passed the night in that house is a suspect?. They all had access to the bedroom, anyone of them could have committed the crime. If you guys are going to detain my client without proper evidence and reason. You equally should detain all the people present that night, else i will be the person to file a lawsuit against the police, after all none of them can come forward to testify seeing my client murder her husband” the lawyer threatened, putting the officer in a tight position. “fine i’m not going to detain her, but you will have to sign a document which places her in your custody. This is a murder case” the officer said strongly, while my brother’s lawyer nodded in acceptance, Damian’s cousins protested. The document was signed in no time and i was free to go. “we are also getting a court permit which will enable us get our own team of investigators and go through the case. We are not going to take any chances” my lawyer said to the officer who shrugged and smiled. “this is bullshit, we are heading to th embassy” Damian’s cousins threatened and left with anger. It was obvious i had. long case ahead of me. Luckily i had a brother who equally had the means to defend me and catch the culprit…. What next?!..... To be continued........
MY WEDDING NIGHT
(EPISODE 4)
(EPISODE 4)
As we got up to leave, i passionately pleaded to the detective to help me out. “seriously i have no hand in my husband’s death. You have to help me. You have to do something” I pleaded desperately. “as long as you are innocent, you have no problem with me. I’m a good cop. I promise to get to the bottom of this case” The middle aged officer promised while my brother smiled with relief. “now you are talking officer. Don’t let them intimidate or stop you from doing the right thing” he advised as they shook hands.
On our way out of the force headquarters, my brother held me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear. “you have to be strong my dear. Everything happens for a purpose. Please you have to be strong when facing our parents , they are very devastated” he begged quietly while more tears fell from my eyes. I really didn’t know how to face my old parents, especially mum who braved her sickness to witness mywedding ceremony.
Nevertheless, we first headed to Damian’s house after leaving the police headquarters in order to pick up my things, but on getting to the house, we were stopped by four policemen who told us that they had orders not to allow anyone pick up even a pin from the house. “madam this place is now a crime scene.
You can come back tomorrow to pick your things. As for now we have orders not to allow anybody pick up anything from the house” one of the officers said, leaving me speechless. “i think it’s a good development. A piece of evidence might still be lying around who knows. The police are really correct with this decision” My brother’s lawyer said in agreement. And so we had no choice than to turn back and head to my brother’s house where every member of my family was waiting for me. It really was such a painful scene as every one of them cried on sighting me, especially my poor mother who sobbed uncontrollably. “this marriage was just a huge mistake. oh no” she cried painfully.
However another big development occurred at exactly 5pm when detective Jeremiah showed up once again with a team of policemen and a white man who looked like a lawyer to arrest me. “i’m sorry, the order came from the I.G’s office. It has nothing to do with me” he said as a handcuff was thrown round my wrists, putting my entire family into another wave of shock. My brother as usual tried to defend me by creating a scene but had to shut up when the white lawyer threatened to arrest him as an accomplice in the murder charge I was facing. “don’t worry, I will protect you” the detective whispered to my ear as he led me away. This time, there wasn’t anything to save me from cooling off ina police cell.
To be continued..
My Wedding Night Episode 5
On getting to the police headquarters, i was taken to the detective's office where i stayed and nervously waited for him while he entered another office with the white lawyer. He came in about fifteen minutes later, smiling
calmly. "i'm really sorry things got so bad as to bring you back here. Your husband's family are trying everything possible to make you pay, but don't worry, investigation has commenced. I'm already working on a theory. You should also know that i have seized the travelling passports of every one of them that spent the night in that house. You shouldn't worry about anything, the culprit will be caught. I equally had a good cell prepared for you" he said seriously, while tears dropped from my eyes. I couldn't imagine myself spending the night in a police cell no matter how comfortable it was made to look. "one more thing. I need to hear the whole truth from you since you want me by your side. That's all i ask" the officer added curiously, drawing out another shock from me.
"what do you mean by the whole truth?" i gasped, while he smiled. "you see, that's one problem with Nigerian women. You all like keepings secrets even in a terrible condition. You have a cop trying to help you, the least you can do is to come out clean with him. I spoke with some of your colleagues today and their answers were quite shocking. Most of them said that your relationship and marriage to late Damian wasn't ordinary. So you got to tell me things i need to know since you want me by your side" he pushed on while i swallowed hard and fought with myself.
The officer wanted me to open up something well buried in my heart, a secret i told no one.
"How do i go about it?" i wondered. "i know you didn't commit the murder but you have to help me unravel many things. What made Damian marry you so quickly, you guys had just a short Romance and Mr Damian i was told messed up a lot of ladies in the company before getting to you. Something made him marry you??, don't tell me it was love, i have reason to believe something else was involved, even after the threats and reports you got, never for a moment did you guys quarrel. Please don't use the love bullshit on me. I need the truth?" he pushed on seriously. There wasn't any doubt the officer did a good background check on me but digging deep into my relationship with Damian was only going to deteriorate matters for me. Some things are better left buried and unsaid but looking at his eyes, i saw curiousity and eagerness to know all about the hidden truth..
To be continued.
My wedding night EPISODE 6
"seriously i don't think things that happened when we were dating has anything to do with his death, believe me" i said slowly. The officer simply folded his hands and breathed deeply. "nothing is hidden under the sun for long. Sooner or later i still will find out, so i believe it's in your best interest to tell me all i need to know" he pushed with a smile.
I battled with myself one more time before making up my mind to open up. "Damian was stealing from the company. He was doing it with a colleague in the records department. I found out about the whole deal three weeks into our relationship but couldn't do anything apart from confront him. He ended up convincing me to keep quiet, equally promising to marry and take me to his home country. His plan was to get me established over there. I was a woman in love with a whole lot to gain. Of course i kept quiet and helped him steal more. He kept his word and married me, only to die before fulfilling the last part of his promise. Now what has that got with his death??" i poured out with tears. "and the colleague in question, do you think he has a hand in his death?" he asked curiously. "of course not, they had seperate accounts and divided proceeds evenly. No he is much more valuable alive than dead to the man" i answered seriously. "well in a murder case we don't rule out any possibility until the crime is solved. I admire your honesty. You bravely confessed being an accomplice to another crime. I appreciate and will keep my promise by watching your back. It should interest you to know that your husband might have been murdered in his garden, we saw some drops of blood down there, which now gives us two crime scenes" he said while i gasped with shock. "yea Damian loved smoking and probably went to the garden to heat off while i slept, but how the hell did he get back to the bed, if he was killed in there?" i asked with disbelief. "it's time to go to your cell my dear. I'll permit you to keep your phone. Just pray something new never comes out to incriminate you further, as for now the lastest discovery works on your side" he added with a cold smile, got up and led me to a quiet cell where I had the most terrying night ever. I kept seeing my dead husband all through that night. Oh it was one nasty experience.
Dear friends, I spent the second night after my wedding in a police cell. What can be more horrible than such fate??
To be continued. .
I battled with myself one more time before making up my mind to open up. "Damian was stealing from the company. He was doing it with a colleague in the records department. I found out about the whole deal three weeks into our relationship but couldn't do anything apart from confront him. He ended up convincing me to keep quiet, equally promising to marry and take me to his home country. His plan was to get me established over there. I was a woman in love with a whole lot to gain. Of course i kept quiet and helped him steal more. He kept his word and married me, only to die before fulfilling the last part of his promise. Now what has that got with his death??" i poured out with tears. "and the colleague in question, do you think he has a hand in his death?" he asked curiously. "of course not, they had seperate accounts and divided proceeds evenly. No he is much more valuable alive than dead to the man" i answered seriously. "well in a murder case we don't rule out any possibility until the crime is solved. I admire your honesty. You bravely confessed being an accomplice to another crime. I appreciate and will keep my promise by watching your back. It should interest you to know that your husband might have been murdered in his garden, we saw some drops of blood down there, which now gives us two crime scenes" he said while i gasped with shock. "yea Damian loved smoking and probably went to the garden to heat off while i slept, but how the hell did he get back to the bed, if he was killed in there?" i asked with disbelief. "it's time to go to your cell my dear. I'll permit you to keep your phone. Just pray something new never comes out to incriminate you further, as for now the lastest discovery works on your side" he added with a cold smile, got up and led me to a quiet cell where I had the most terrying night ever. I kept seeing my dead husband all through that night. Oh it was one nasty experience.
Dear friends, I spent the second night after my wedding in a police cell. What can be more horrible than such fate??
To be continued. .
My wedding night Episode 7
By 8am the next day, my brother showed up with my old father and detective Jeremiah. They all look very serious and tired. My heart bled as i saw tears form in my old man's eyes. "my darling you shouldn't be here" he breathed painfully. I forced out a smile to assure him that i was alright. "don't worry sir, we are coming close to solving this case. I'm working round the clock to make sure i solve the puzzles in the case. In no time your daughter will be out of here" the detective said to him. "Officer please tell us what you have gotten so far. Tell us how far you have gotten" my brother asked anxiously. "you know it isn't in our conduct to be revealing our investigations to people but nevertheless i will tell you guys how far i have gotten" he answered, while my brother nodded desperately. "i worked on this case all through the night and i came to a conclusion that two people were involved in the murder. Moreover one of the security men in the house admitted seeing a white lady head to the garden at the exact time the crime might have been committed" he revealed while i jumped up hopefully. "you should arrest the lady right away, isn't the testimony enough to vindicate me?" i asked breathlessly. The detective shook his head and looked down. "i'm sorry but it isn't enough. The security man admitted seeing a woman head to the garden. He never said he saw her kill your husband, moreover the knife cut in your husband's chest was strong and deep. I doubt if any lady can strike so hard. A lady equally can't be able to drag your husband's body from the garden to his bedroom unless of course she was assisted. The fracture on his noise equally brought up another fact that the murderer might have sneaked from
behind, strongly cut off his breathe by covering his nose and mouth with one hand while burying the knife in his chest. Something a woman will find very hard to do. Anyway we are still running DNA tests which will help us put more things together" he concluded, while i sighed with desperation. "c'mon can't you just drill the woman that was spotted at the scene instead of wasting the time we don't have. Who is the woman, who is she?" i asked curiously.
The officer shrugged. "the security man unfortunately couldn't identify her. According to him all the white women in the house that night looked the same to him" he answered, shook hands with my brother and left. My father came forward and stared at me for some seconds, tears blinding his vision. "i'm going to the village today. I'm going to visit the only living soothsayer in our clan. He can reveal the murderer for us" he informed me slowly. I couldn't believe my ears. "dad noooo, you can't do that. You can't abandon your Christian believe for my sake. You are a strong catholic dad. It hasn't gotten to that" i pleaded. "i can't sit, watch and do nothing. Your mother barely managed to survive the night. I must do something, i'm still the head and protector of my family" he said strongly. I bit my lips and looked at my brother for support, but all he did was just shrug. It was obvious they had all agreed on it before visiting me.
To be continued
My wedding night Episode 8
"You have to hold on tight dear, we are getting you out in no time. The detective promised to give you special treatment. So just hold on for a little longer" my brother begged before leaving with my dad.
However my day never had a dull moment because soon after they left, two of my colleagues came to see me as if they cared. I already knew they simply came to confirm things with their eyes, but that's one of the things in life we have no control over. No matter what we do, we must have haters, we must have people who pretend to care and we also must have people whose only motive is to bring you down.
Later in the afternoon, my friend Nancy also came to see me. It really was painful receiving such visits in a police cell. Yea you guys should just for a moment reflect how it feels to be receiving your friends and colleagues, days after your wedding in a police cell. Horrible isn't it??. Nancy shed real tears on seeing me, her face coloured deeply. The shock in her very apparent. "I heard Rumours, I never believed till this very moment" she said quietly. I swallowed hard and nodded.
Nancy was my old time pal. We attended the same university, stayed in the same hostel and did our Nysc the same time, though in different states. Her parents were a bit wealthy and lived in the capital city. She returned to live with them after Nysc while i came over to live with my brother. However i was fortunate to get a good job while she managed a little teaching job in her neighbourhood. We still remained very close even after we disagreed over Damian. She was of the opinion that i was being overly ambitious, insisting that i was throwing away my life for money. I guess she was right?, but she merely objected to my relationship with Damian simply because i dropped my young boyfriend whom she much preferred, in order to move on with Damian.
Yea Justice was the boy's name, we were age mates and equally served {NYSC} the same time. He was a good kid but c'mon i couldn't waste my future by waiting for him. He was even yet to get a job till the very moment i landed in the police cell. Justice had a lot to do before thinking of settling down and i couldn't take the risk of waiting for him. At least i was good enough to keep him till we rounded up with Nysc unlike some of my course mates who dumped their boyfriends to get married in final year.
"Damian brought only trouble just like i feared. My God this is a terrible Nightmare" Nancy sobbed. I simply stared at her, not knowing what to say. But just that exact second, detective Jeremiah showed up with a dark smile "you may not like the news i bear" he announced and came forward while i almost fainted with fear.... I couldn't bear taking another bad news.
However my day never had a dull moment because soon after they left, two of my colleagues came to see me as if they cared. I already knew they simply came to confirm things with their eyes, but that's one of the things in life we have no control over. No matter what we do, we must have haters, we must have people who pretend to care and we also must have people whose only motive is to bring you down.
Later in the afternoon, my friend Nancy also came to see me. It really was painful receiving such visits in a police cell. Yea you guys should just for a moment reflect how it feels to be receiving your friends and colleagues, days after your wedding in a police cell. Horrible isn't it??. Nancy shed real tears on seeing me, her face coloured deeply. The shock in her very apparent. "I heard Rumours, I never believed till this very moment" she said quietly. I swallowed hard and nodded.
Nancy was my old time pal. We attended the same university, stayed in the same hostel and did our Nysc the same time, though in different states. Her parents were a bit wealthy and lived in the capital city. She returned to live with them after Nysc while i came over to live with my brother. However i was fortunate to get a good job while she managed a little teaching job in her neighbourhood. We still remained very close even after we disagreed over Damian. She was of the opinion that i was being overly ambitious, insisting that i was throwing away my life for money. I guess she was right?, but she merely objected to my relationship with Damian simply because i dropped my young boyfriend whom she much preferred, in order to move on with Damian.
Yea Justice was the boy's name, we were age mates and equally served {NYSC} the same time. He was a good kid but c'mon i couldn't waste my future by waiting for him. He was even yet to get a job till the very moment i landed in the police cell. Justice had a lot to do before thinking of settling down and i couldn't take the risk of waiting for him. At least i was good enough to keep him till we rounded up with Nysc unlike some of my course mates who dumped their boyfriends to get married in final year.
"Damian brought only trouble just like i feared. My God this is a terrible Nightmare" Nancy sobbed. I simply stared at her, not knowing what to say. But just that exact second, detective Jeremiah showed up with a dark smile "you may not like the news i bear" he announced and came forward while i almost fainted with fear.... I couldn't bear taking another bad news.
My Wedding Night Episode 9
“officer i’m all ears, tell me the news you bear” i asked with fear. The detective threw a swift look at Nancy who shifted uneasily. “well i don’t think now it’s a good time. It’s something private” he replied, forcing me to smile quickly. “Nancy is like a sister to me. She knows almost everything about me. You can say anything in her presence” i urged him nervously. “Esther Hardey” he instantly called out, searching my face for any reaction. But the name he mentioned only drew me into another pit of confusion. The name sounded so strange and unfamiliar. “i don’t understand, i haven’t heard such name anywhere” i breathed with confusion. “that’s the name of your husband’s fiancee. A white lady he was supposed to Marry. The lady he left to marry you in order to fulfill the promise he made to you” he explained. A cold shiver instantly ran down my spine. “so are you insinuating that Damian married me just to fulfill a promise?” i asked sadly, “well I never knew he was engaged to any woman, seriously i thought all the ladies he played were just flings” I murmured. “that’s not the problem” he continued, breathing deeply. “the lady in question is currently in Nigeria and was among the people that came into the country with your husband’s family and equally was present at the house when the crime was committed” he explained, while i stared at him with a little hope. “that isn’t bad news, is it?. The lady definitely killed him. She had the motive and opportunity. Unbelievable” i poured out desperately but the detective simply shrugged. “yes she has the motive and opportunity, but we can’t just arrest her without strong reason. All i can do is to invite her for a little questioning and equally pray she doesn’t lawyer up” he answered, breaking my worn out spirit. “however we are still matching the DNA stuff we got from the scene and your husband’s body. I believe something positive will come out of it, but my only problem is that my superiors are putting much weight and interest in this case. They are pushing for closure and speedy trial which really will put you up as the scapegoat, if you are to be dragged to court without me finishing my investigations. You really need to pray my dear. You know how bad our Judicial system can be, moreover the Americans wants you to hang” he concluded, while my heart froze. I instantly fell, collapsing on the floor within seconds….
I fainted.
My Wedding Night. Episode 10
I soon regained myself to see two female police officers and Nancy by my side. Detective Jeremiah stood a distance away, watching me with great interest. “hope you have eaten
today?” one of the female
officers asked me.
“yea” i nodded, breathing
heavily.
“you have to get a grip of
yourself if you ever want
to win this case. You got to
be strong. Esther Hardey
will be here in few minutes
for questioning” the
Detective said to me.
“please i want to be
present when she’s being
questioned. I want to see
her face” i begged weakly.
“no i can’t do that, i have
already broken a lot of
protocols for you” he
answered quickly.
“I beg of you. Remember
we are talking about my
husband’s murder. Help a
widow” i pushed
passionately. He breathed
deeply and shrugged.
“i hope i don’t get fired for
all i’m doing for you. Well
you have to freshen up
first, secondly you must
promise not to say a word
to the lady when you meet
her” he said seriously.
“oh yes, i promise not to
say a word” i answered,
while he smiled and left.
“the detective is a
wonderful man. He will help
you out” the second female
cop said to me, nodding
with a smile.
_______
After freshening up in one
of the bathrooms, i was led
to the detective’s office,
where i sat and waited for
the so called Esther Hardey
to show up.
She showed up precisely
ten minutes later with the
same annoying white
lawyer who threatened my
brother. They all stared at
me with surprise as they
walked into the detective’s
office.
“what is this murderer
doing here?” the lawyer
asked with anger. Detective
Jeremiah smiled and shook
his head.
“As a lawyer, you should
know that no suspect is
guilty until a court of law
gives verdict. She’s a
suspect just like the lady
that brought you along” he
answered the Lawyer who
bit his lips angrily.
“i’m taking none of this shit
any longer. If you can’t do
your job, better resign. My
clients are tired of being
detained in this country for
no justifiable reason. They
all want to go home and i
give you two days to make
it happen, else the fury of
the American government
will be on the whole
Nigerian police force. You
can’t just keep everyone
hostage” he threatened.
“oh i see you are
representing all the
Americans involved in this
case, but i feel that will
change soon” the detective
added quietly.
“what if i tell you, i have
enough evidence to throw
one of your clients in the
cell right now?” he pushed
on.
“Esther Hardey, she was at
the house when the crime
was committed. She was
Damian’s fiancee, am i
wrong?” he asked the
lawyer who kept quiet.
“Esther had the motive and
mindset to commit such
murder and according to
test results we have so far,
she was physically present
in one of the crime scenes
which invariably places her
in a bad position. I pin the
murder charge on her.
Phewwww case closed. I
get promoted” The
detective concluded with a
smile, while the lawyer
instantly grew tense and
stared at Esther with a
coloured face.
Of course the detective had
nothing strong to pin down
the lady, but as a good
officer he pulled a fast one
on the white lawyer who
for the first time looked
beaten. It was time to
prove how good a lawyer
he was….
I prayed silently. I prayed
for the detective’s stunt to
work.
“your client should use this
opportunity to come out
clean or Damian’s mother
won’t like what i plan
telling her” the detective
pushed on, while Esther
coloured up. It was obvious
she was hiding something
“oh Lord, make her to
confess” i prayed.
Did she really did?
My wedding Night Episode 11
Esther tried opening her
mouth to say something,
but the lawyer quickly held
her hand, stopping her.
“don’t say anything. The
officer is bluffing. He’s
trying to make you say
something that could
incriminate you” he said to
her before facing detective
Jeremiah.
“if you really have the
evidence to arrest my
client, then go ahead, arrest
her. But if you don’t, then
shut the fuck up and do
your goddamn work. Mind
you, time is running out
and you have only two
days. The next time you will
see me will be in court” he
threatened, shocking the
detective with his words.
Of course not only the
detective was shocked, I
equally was very shocked
because Esther was
probably seconds away
from confessing or making
an unguided comment
before the lawyer
recovered himself and
stopped her. “two days officer. You
have just two days, else i
will tear you apart in court”
the lawyer threatened and
dragged Esther out of the
office.
“we were just close to
making a breakthrough
damn” the detective hissed
with despair after they left.
“so what next?” i asked
with fear. He breathed
deeply, opened the case file
on his table, went through
it and shook his head.
“things are slowly adding
up in your favour but we
don’t have time on our side.
We surely need a miracle”
he replied, looked up at me
and smiled to make me feel
relaxed but i surely wasn’t.
“remember we talked about
the possibility of your
husband going out to the
garden the night he was
killed to either smoke or see
someone?” he said while i
nodded.
“according to the report in
this file, there wasn’t any
cigarette stick, ashes nor
even anything similar
found at the garden which
then leaves us with one
theory. He went out there
to see someone, probably
Esther, before a stronger
person grabbed him from
behind and stabbed him”
he concluded.
“how then do we find the
mystery man that struck
the fatal blow which killed
my husband?” i asked
desperately. The detective
shrugged.
“that’s what i’m saying, we
need more time, as it
stands, Esther alone
probably holds all the
answers but we can’t touch
her” he replied with
resignation. Tears instantly
dropped from my eyes.
The police had every reason
to detain Esther but
couldn’t because she was a
foreigner. Instead i was the
person being detained
without due process. How
bad can things get??
To be continued
Esther tried opening her
mouth to say something,
but the lawyer quickly held
her hand, stopping her.
“don’t say anything. The
officer is bluffing. He’s
trying to make you say
something that could
incriminate you” he said to
her before facing detective
Jeremiah.
“if you really have the
evidence to arrest my
client, then go ahead, arrest
her. But if you don’t, then
shut the fuck up and do
your goddamn work. Mind
you, time is running out
and you have only two
days. The next time you will
see me will be in court” he
threatened, shocking the
detective with his words.
Of course not only the
detective was shocked, I
equally was very shocked
because Esther was
probably seconds away
from confessing or making
an unguided comment
before the lawyer
recovered himself and
stopped her. “two days officer. You
have just two days, else i
will tear you apart in court”
the lawyer threatened and
dragged Esther out of the
office.
“we were just close to
making a breakthrough
damn” the detective hissed
with despair after they left.
“so what next?” i asked
with fear. He breathed
deeply, opened the case file
on his table, went through
it and shook his head.
“things are slowly adding
up in your favour but we
don’t have time on our side.
We surely need a miracle”
he replied, looked up at me
and smiled to make me feel
relaxed but i surely wasn’t.
“remember we talked about
the possibility of your
husband going out to the
garden the night he was
killed to either smoke or see
someone?” he said while i
nodded.
“according to the report in
this file, there wasn’t any
cigarette stick, ashes nor
even anything similar
found at the garden which
then leaves us with one
theory. He went out there
to see someone, probably
Esther, before a stronger
person grabbed him from
behind and stabbed him”
he concluded.
“how then do we find the
mystery man that struck
the fatal blow which killed
my husband?” i asked
desperately. The detective
shrugged.
“that’s what i’m saying, we
need more time, as it
stands, Esther alone
probably holds all the
answers but we can’t touch
her” he replied with
resignation. Tears instantly
dropped from my eyes.
The police had every reason
to detain Esther but
couldn’t because she was a
foreigner. Instead i was the
person being detained
without due process. How
bad can things get??
To be continued
My wedding night Episode 12
“I know you are helping me
officer but you got to do
more, you have to try
every necessary means to
free me. Please i beg of
you” i cried, kneeling
before Detective Jeremiah
who quickly looked away
with embarrassment”
“please madam stand up,
don’t kneel for me, i’m not
God” he begged but i still
knelt, shedding more tears.
A junior officer came into
the detective’s office that
moment bearing a file.
“here are the rest of the
results sir” he said to the
detective who quickly
snatched the file from him
while i looked on hopefully.
“you can leave now” he
dismissed the officer
before going through the
file.
“nothing new jeez, this case
is really something else” he
said to himself as he went
through the file while i
swallowed hard, confused
on what next to do.
“does it mean i’m going to
hang for a crime i didn’t
commit?. Can’t you run
more tests” i asked
curiously.
“my dear our police
department is one of the
best in Africa. I have
conducted all the necessary
tests including fingerprint
and DNA matching. The
people that killed your
husband had it well planned
out and left no trace of
anything. The only clear
prints found on your
husband’s body belongs to
you, the rest are blurred.
The murder weapon had
only your mother in law’s
prints on it. So you see
there is nothing we can use
from the test results, we
have nothing. The person
that killed your husband
probably wore gloves, only
if we can get those gloves”
he concluded, while i cried
out with the last strength
in me.
“hey shut up, you are in the
police station, don’t you
know?” the detective
frowned and stood up.
“please shoot me, shoot me,
shoot me” i begged with
tears, forcing him to look
away once again.
“seriously madam, this is
slowly slipping from me. I
have only two options left,
which are pretty hard” he
said and swallowed hard
while i stared at him
hopefully, wiping my tears.
“Number one. I play the
good cop bad cop tactics on
Esther, by secretly getting
another audience with her.
This time with another
officer. We will then
present some selling lies
and my colleague will ask
for money to keep us quiet.
Most whites think we are all
corrupt. So i feel she will
buy my offer, and through
that opportunity, i can get
her to talk. The only bad
side of it, is that if it goes
bad, i can be fired from the
force. The second option is
presenting my facts to
your mother inlaw, get her
to reveal more details about
her white guests to me. I’ll
then do what we call
profiling, which will enable
me get the man who killed
your husband. Esther is no
fool, she had no time to
hire a local hitman. She
probably brought the killer
along as her brother, cousin
or friend. The only bad side
of this plan is that it may
take more than two days to
accomplish which then
leaves us with one option
which you must do
yourself to avoid trial. If i
fail to meet up with the
deadline” he concluded
seriously.
“so what’s the option?” i
asked.
“oh it’s very dangerous.
My Wedding Night Episode 13
“I can do anything to free myself. Please just speak up” I pleaded. The detective shook his head, bit his lips and stared at me.
“hmmmm, if i’m unable to make any breakthrough within two days, you will have to harm yourself in a way that it will be impossible to put you up for trial. That’s the only way out” he said cautiously.
“wait a minute, I don’t understand. You mean i should harm myself?, in what way officer?” i asked with disbelief. He drew closer to me and squatted by my side. “that’s the only way to escape trial for some days. I can smuggle in some pills that will knock you out. So instead of finding yourself in the courtroom, you will find yourself in the hospital.
However it can be added to your charges but i believe your lawyer won’t have a hard time winning over the charge. But you also have to swear t keep your mouth shut if it comes to that. You know i can equally end up in prison over it” he said seriously, while i nodded. I couldn’t even find the voice to talk.
The plan was just so terrible to hear. Of course it was nothing but a sucidal plan. I knew the health implications of such deed, but it was a better option than prison. Seriously the detective was going out of line just to save a clueless lady like me. It wasn’t as if we paid him to help me. He simply was doing it for free. As if he knew what was going through my mind. He reached out and held my hands.
“when i joined the force newly. A young male student was picked up by our patrol team some miles away from a Robbery scene. We all knew the boy was innocent but still held him just to prove a point that we were working. Unknown to us, the boy was asthmatic and as soon as he was thrown into the cell, his health condition go very bad and before we could run around. He died. Since that moment, i decided to help the innocent. But you see, in police work it’s not always easy to be on the right path because we all obey orders and answer to our superiors whether we like it or not” He said softly. “you are a bright young woman but i’m afraid, if i fail to get good results. You will have to take your destiny in your hands. You will have to harm yourself. That’s the only thing that can buy us more time. Yes you will try committing suicide but I’ll be right on time to save your life. Anyway let’s pray it doesn’t come to that” he concluded and stood up while my head swelled with thoughts.
“God please don’t allow things to get that bad. Don’t allow me to try out suicide as an option” i prayed softly. It was such a difficult moment and decision to take. However i still had two days which was enough time for a miracle to happen.
“hmmmm, if i’m unable to make any breakthrough within two days, you will have to harm yourself in a way that it will be impossible to put you up for trial. That’s the only way out” he said cautiously.
“wait a minute, I don’t understand. You mean i should harm myself?, in what way officer?” i asked with disbelief. He drew closer to me and squatted by my side. “that’s the only way to escape trial for some days. I can smuggle in some pills that will knock you out. So instead of finding yourself in the courtroom, you will find yourself in the hospital.
However it can be added to your charges but i believe your lawyer won’t have a hard time winning over the charge. But you also have to swear t keep your mouth shut if it comes to that. You know i can equally end up in prison over it” he said seriously, while i nodded. I couldn’t even find the voice to talk.
The plan was just so terrible to hear. Of course it was nothing but a sucidal plan. I knew the health implications of such deed, but it was a better option than prison. Seriously the detective was going out of line just to save a clueless lady like me. It wasn’t as if we paid him to help me. He simply was doing it for free. As if he knew what was going through my mind. He reached out and held my hands.
“when i joined the force newly. A young male student was picked up by our patrol team some miles away from a Robbery scene. We all knew the boy was innocent but still held him just to prove a point that we were working. Unknown to us, the boy was asthmatic and as soon as he was thrown into the cell, his health condition go very bad and before we could run around. He died. Since that moment, i decided to help the innocent. But you see, in police work it’s not always easy to be on the right path because we all obey orders and answer to our superiors whether we like it or not” He said softly. “you are a bright young woman but i’m afraid, if i fail to get good results. You will have to take your destiny in your hands. You will have to harm yourself. That’s the only thing that can buy us more time. Yes you will try committing suicide but I’ll be right on time to save your life. Anyway let’s pray it doesn’t come to that” he concluded and stood up while my head swelled with thoughts.
“God please don’t allow things to get that bad. Don’t allow me to try out suicide as an option” i prayed softly. It was such a difficult moment and decision to take. However i still had two days which was enough time for a miracle to happen.
My Wedding Night Episode 14
Later in the evening my brother came visiting with a flask filled with food, but food really wasn’t what i needed that moment. “i’m sorry for coming late, i really was held up with work. Dad is now safely home. I spoke with him few minutes ago” he said pleasantly while i ate slowly. “so what’s up, any breaking news?” he asked when i was done eating. I forced out a smile, thanked him for the food before telling him all that happened earlier in the day. He listened eagerly, frowning when i got to the suicide part of the plan. “no no no i don’t support that. What’s the detective thinking by suggesting such nonsense. No that’s bad” he said seriously, but before i could answer, detective Jeremiah showed up that moment with a heavy frown on his face. “i’m afraid i brought more bad news” he said as he stopped before us. “the Americans are now pushing for the case to be moved to their country” he calmly announced. My brother and I gasped with shock. "i got a call few minutes ago to prepare and document every thing i have on the case. We don’t even have the two days anymore” he explained seriously. “but that’s impossible!. The murder was committed in Nigerian soil. The trial should be here” my brother protested seriously. “I think you should take that up with the federal government if you have the right connections. I really had the feeling such a thing could happen but kept it to myself. Our leaders hardly deny the American government anything and this case is nothing different.
Seriously many things has been happening which are swept under the carpet without the public knowing” he summarized with resignation. “but i can go to court. I can stop them legally?” my brother asked seriously. The detective breathed deeply and shrugged. “well if you can get the court to sit before your sister is moved out of the country. Then yes you can. But she’s married to an American citizen which somehow makes her an American as well, moreover i learnt her dead husband already procured all necessary travelling papers for her before his death, which makes everything a lot easier for the Americans” he answered. “d--n” my brother cursed. “but we still have till morning to come up with something new” he added while i cleared my throat and spoke out for the first time. “i think i have a plan” i suddenly announced, surprising my brother and the detective with the cold smile which appeared on my face with the revelation.
Of course i had a new plan in my mind. A plan which was nothing close to the suicide attempt the detective proposed earlier in the day. So what kind of new plan came to my mind that crucial moment? C? Hmmmm
My Wedding Night Episode 15
“so tell us what you have in
mind?” the detective asked
curiously.
“well before i say anything,
I’ll like to know if the so
called Esther that got me
into this mess is still staying
at my husband’s house?” i
asked while the detective
nodded.
“yes she is at the house.
She chose staying their
with your mother in law
and four other people while
the rest moved to a hotel
but my department is still in
possession of all their
passports. So what has that
got to do with your plan?”
he answered and asked
seriously.
“a lot officer. It has a lot to
do with my plans” i
answered calmly.
“yes go on” my brother
urged desperately.
“i can sneak into the
compound, sneak up on
Esther and make her
confess. I know the house
very well and i very much
know the weak spots i can
use in gaining access to any
room i so desire” i poured
out breathlessly. My brother
scoffed while the detective
laughed. “you must be kidding, how
on earth can you get her to
confess?” my brother asked
with disbelief
“have you forgotten that
i’m a woman. I know how
to get a fellow woman to
talk. Moreover Esther won’t
find it hard opening up her
mouth, since to her, i’m
good as dead and it equally
would be her word against
mine. But if i can record
everything with my phone
without her knowledge
won’t the case be solved?.
Please just allow me to have
access to the house, i’m
very sure i can do it” i
pleaded desperately. The
detective scratched his
head and breathed deeply.
“have you forgotten that
you are supposed to be in
police cell?. How do i explain
your disappearance?. No no
no, even though your plan
sounds tempting, i can’t
allow it. I can’t put my ass
on the line in such way” he
said slowly, while i grabbed
him strongly.
“this is the only chance i
got, please help me. If
things go bad you can say i
escaped from jail. You can
fabricate anything and put
on me. Please i beg of you”
i begged passionately. He
breathed deeply and
nodded.
“fine i’m in but if things go
bad, you are on your own”
he accepted, drawing great
smile from me with his
words. I hugged him with
gratitude.
“just pray it doesn’t go bad.
This is the only shot you
got to redeem yourself.
Don’t waste it” he advised
while i nodded.
It all appeared too easy to
say but deep down i knew
it was a very difficult task
with high risk of failing.
However I was very
determined to carry it out.
After all i had nothing to
lose trying.
To be continued
mind?” the detective asked
curiously.
“well before i say anything,
I’ll like to know if the so
called Esther that got me
into this mess is still staying
at my husband’s house?” i
asked while the detective
nodded.
“yes she is at the house.
She chose staying their
with your mother in law
and four other people while
the rest moved to a hotel
but my department is still in
possession of all their
passports. So what has that
got to do with your plan?”
he answered and asked
seriously.
“a lot officer. It has a lot to
do with my plans” i
answered calmly.
“yes go on” my brother
urged desperately.
“i can sneak into the
compound, sneak up on
Esther and make her
confess. I know the house
very well and i very much
know the weak spots i can
use in gaining access to any
room i so desire” i poured
out breathlessly. My brother
scoffed while the detective
laughed. “you must be kidding, how
on earth can you get her to
confess?” my brother asked
with disbelief
“have you forgotten that
i’m a woman. I know how
to get a fellow woman to
talk. Moreover Esther won’t
find it hard opening up her
mouth, since to her, i’m
good as dead and it equally
would be her word against
mine. But if i can record
everything with my phone
without her knowledge
won’t the case be solved?.
Please just allow me to have
access to the house, i’m
very sure i can do it” i
pleaded desperately. The
detective scratched his
head and breathed deeply.
“have you forgotten that
you are supposed to be in
police cell?. How do i explain
your disappearance?. No no
no, even though your plan
sounds tempting, i can’t
allow it. I can’t put my ass
on the line in such way” he
said slowly, while i grabbed
him strongly.
“this is the only chance i
got, please help me. If
things go bad you can say i
escaped from jail. You can
fabricate anything and put
on me. Please i beg of you”
i begged passionately. He
breathed deeply and
nodded.
“fine i’m in but if things go
bad, you are on your own”
he accepted, drawing great
smile from me with his
words. I hugged him with
gratitude.
“just pray it doesn’t go bad.
This is the only shot you
got to redeem yourself.
Don’t waste it” he advised
while i nodded.
It all appeared too easy to
say but deep down i knew
it was a very difficult task
with high risk of failing.
However I was very
determined to carry it out.
After all i had nothing to
lose trying.
To be continued
My Wedding Nightt Episode 16
“so when do you plan
heading to the house?” the
detective asked seconds
later.
“it should be tonight, by
10pm. The neighbourhood
will be dark and lonely by
that time” i answered
quickly.
“that’s okay but without a
good recorder and hand
gloves, i doubt if your
mission will be successful. I
can get them for you.
Thank me later” he offered
with a smile.
“oh thanks very much. You
are indeed an angel” i
thanked him.
“i think we are forgetting
something. We are yet to
come up with a plan on
how to get her out of this
place without your
colleagues noticing” my
brother queried
suspiciously.
“leave that to me. I’ll get
your sister out myself, but
you will be right outside
the premises to pick her up.
You will be the person to
drive her to the house” the
detective said while my
brother nodded in
agreement.
“now get ready, in thirty
minutes we should be out
of here” he added.
“but it’s still 6:30pm i
thought she’s breaking into
the house by 10pm?” my
brother asked with
surprise.
“yea she is, but i can’t be
able to get her out of this
place by that time. I can
only get her out in thirty
minutes while you then
take her to your house or
anywhere till showtime” he
answered. I breathed
deeply. I really was
nervous.
_____
By 7:15pm that fateful
evening, the detective took
me out of my cell and
helped me out of the
compound by hiding me in
his car. We had no problem
leaving the police premises.
It really was the most
easiest part of the plan.
In a couple of minutes we
arrived at the agreed
rendezvous where my
brother was already
waiting. As i made to alight
from the detective’s car, he
held me back and stared at
me with a worried look.
“please be careful. Here is
the recorder i promised. It’s
very small, uses micro card
and has high recording
capability. It’s already
charged” he said with care,
as he gave me the recorder
with little lecture on how to
use it.
“here are the gloves as well.
You need no lecture on
how to use them” he joked.
“please don’t disappoint
me” he begged. I nodded,
gave him a reassuring smile
and alighted from his car.
The detective was just a
perfect gentleman.
“so what now?” my
brother asked as i joined
him in his car.
“let’s go home first. I want
to see mum” i answered
quietly. He gave me a long
look, licked his lips and
drove me home without
another word.
______
10pm arrived much faster
than i expected. I soon
found myself at the back of
my husband’s house with
my heart pounding
furiously while my eyes
examined the fence as i
prepared to scale it.
Yea i was born and raised
in the village among boys. I
knew how to climb
perfectly well. My only fear
was on how to achieve my
mission without being
detected.
My wedding Night Episode 18 Story
"You have to tell me how you did it or i swear, i
will blow off your head right now. I didn't come
all the way here to laugh with you" i threatened
seriously. Esther breathed deeply, stared at me
for some seconds before shrugging.
"fine, sit down you will have your story" she said
cautiously.
"don't worry about me, just talk" i pushed on
harshly.
"but why the fuck do you want to know how your
husband died?. Anyway here is your story. You
are still going down no matter what" she said
with a smile, reached for the bottle of strong
wine by her side, poured out a shot and gulped it
all down.
"you Africans are very dumb. You are nothing but
an opportunist. You deserve whatever that is
coming to you" she breathed fiercely.
"do you know that I've been with Damian since
my childhood. We were together all through high
school and college. We were together till a silly
friend of his dragged him to Africa. Everything
changed from that moment, but i still waited and
hoped. Then what?" she stopped, shook her
head, sucked on her cigarette and blew out thick
clouds of smoke, equally studying me cautiously.
"i heard that a fucking black like you has gotten
him completely off the hook. It was unbelievable.
I couldn't take it. I swore to ruin everything" she
poured out while my hand trembled.
"I made plans with my cousin who agreed with
me in everything. We all joined Damian's mother
and her train. Together we came to Nigeria" she
stopped and blew out more smoke from her
mouth.
"do you smoke?" she asked quietly.
"no just continue with the story?" i urged.
"we arrived Nigeria and i still tried my best to
stop him from marrying you but no he wouldn't
listen .
So after the wedding when everyone was
carried away with excitement. I discreetly told
him to meet me at the garden by 12am. It was a
long wait, but he finally showed up and i got him
distracted while my cousin slit him up. It was a
clean revenge, but the whole plan changed when
we got to the room and saw you deeply asleep.
Instead of killing you, we decided to pin the
crime on you by getting your prints on the
murder weapon. Unfortunately your mother inlaw
spoiled everything the next morning by pulling
out the knife from her dead son's body. Anyway
you are still damned. I heard the case is being
moved over to my country" she concluded with a
laugh while a cold shiver ran down my spine.
That exact moment, somebody pushed on the
door leading to the room which i earlier locked,
drawing my attention and equally making me
take my eyes off Esther.
With that split opportunity, she pounced on me
like a tiger, knocked me down and opened the
room door. A white muscular guy walked in and
grinned at me.
"oh what do we have here?" he asked with a cold
smile. I instantly knew he was the murderer. The
idiot that murdered my husband.
will blow off your head right now. I didn't come
all the way here to laugh with you" i threatened
seriously. Esther breathed deeply, stared at me
for some seconds before shrugging.
"fine, sit down you will have your story" she said
cautiously.
"don't worry about me, just talk" i pushed on
harshly.
"but why the fuck do you want to know how your
husband died?. Anyway here is your story. You
are still going down no matter what" she said
with a smile, reached for the bottle of strong
wine by her side, poured out a shot and gulped it
all down.
"you Africans are very dumb. You are nothing but
an opportunist. You deserve whatever that is
coming to you" she breathed fiercely.
"do you know that I've been with Damian since
my childhood. We were together all through high
school and college. We were together till a silly
friend of his dragged him to Africa. Everything
changed from that moment, but i still waited and
hoped. Then what?" she stopped, shook her
head, sucked on her cigarette and blew out thick
clouds of smoke, equally studying me cautiously.
"i heard that a fucking black like you has gotten
him completely off the hook. It was unbelievable.
I couldn't take it. I swore to ruin everything" she
poured out while my hand trembled.
"I made plans with my cousin who agreed with
me in everything. We all joined Damian's mother
and her train. Together we came to Nigeria" she
stopped and blew out more smoke from her
mouth.
"do you smoke?" she asked quietly.
"no just continue with the story?" i urged.
"we arrived Nigeria and i still tried my best to
stop him from marrying you but no he wouldn't
listen .
So after the wedding when everyone was
carried away with excitement. I discreetly told
him to meet me at the garden by 12am. It was a
long wait, but he finally showed up and i got him
distracted while my cousin slit him up. It was a
clean revenge, but the whole plan changed when
we got to the room and saw you deeply asleep.
Instead of killing you, we decided to pin the
crime on you by getting your prints on the
murder weapon. Unfortunately your mother inlaw
spoiled everything the next morning by pulling
out the knife from her dead son's body. Anyway
you are still damned. I heard the case is being
moved over to my country" she concluded with a
laugh while a cold shiver ran down my spine.
That exact moment, somebody pushed on the
door leading to the room which i earlier locked,
drawing my attention and equally making me
take my eyes off Esther.
With that split opportunity, she pounced on me
like a tiger, knocked me down and opened the
room door. A white muscular guy walked in and
grinned at me.
"oh what do we have here?" he asked with a cold
smile. I instantly knew he was the murderer. The
idiot that murdered my husband.
To be continued Below
My wedding night Episode 19
I picked up my gun and nervously pointed it at
the huge white guy who simply scoffed, drew
forward and grabbed the gun, slapping me at the
same time and sending me down with a ferocious
kick on my left leg.
"bitch" he cursed coldly, while Esther placed a
hand on his shoulder and laughed.
"i heard noises from my room. I couldn't imagine
who you were talking with by this hour, so i
decided to check up on you" he explained while
she nodded.
"yea i knew you would come. That was why i
slightly raised up my voice when talking to the
idiot" she replied and spit on me. I stared at them
like a caged animal, clueless on what next to do.
The tape however was still in my jacket recording
everything that was happening, but it equally
added to the tension in me. I was scared they
were going to search me and discover it.
"so what's she doing here?" he asked Esther who
shrugged and eyed me.
"the bitch broke out of detention to query me on
how her silly husband died" she answered.
"now what do we do with her, should we wake
everyone in the house and tell them of her
presence?" she asked the guy.
"we have to tie her up first before thinking of
what to do next. Hold the gun, let me go get a
rope" he answered and passed the gun to her.
"don't try anything funny if you still value what's
left of your life" he threatened and headed to the
door while i shook with fear.
Fortunately as he opened the door to leave the
room, a big stick landed on his head, sending him
back to the room with a powerful force while he
screamed out in pain.
I couldn't believe my eyes as i saw my brother
walk into the room like a super hero. I was over
joyed and stunned. But my joy was short lived
because Esther instantly drew back with fear,
aimed and fired the only bullet in the gun at my
brother.
"nooooooo" i screamed and leaped at her like a
hyena.... Of course the whole plan looked ruined
that fateful moment.
To be continued
the huge white guy who simply scoffed, drew
forward and grabbed the gun, slapping me at the
same time and sending me down with a ferocious
kick on my left leg.
"bitch" he cursed coldly, while Esther placed a
hand on his shoulder and laughed.
"i heard noises from my room. I couldn't imagine
who you were talking with by this hour, so i
decided to check up on you" he explained while
she nodded.
"yea i knew you would come. That was why i
slightly raised up my voice when talking to the
idiot" she replied and spit on me. I stared at them
like a caged animal, clueless on what next to do.
The tape however was still in my jacket recording
everything that was happening, but it equally
added to the tension in me. I was scared they
were going to search me and discover it.
"so what's she doing here?" he asked Esther who
shrugged and eyed me.
"the bitch broke out of detention to query me on
how her silly husband died" she answered.
"now what do we do with her, should we wake
everyone in the house and tell them of her
presence?" she asked the guy.
"we have to tie her up first before thinking of
what to do next. Hold the gun, let me go get a
rope" he answered and passed the gun to her.
"don't try anything funny if you still value what's
left of your life" he threatened and headed to the
door while i shook with fear.
Fortunately as he opened the door to leave the
room, a big stick landed on his head, sending him
back to the room with a powerful force while he
screamed out in pain.
I couldn't believe my eyes as i saw my brother
walk into the room like a super hero. I was over
joyed and stunned. But my joy was short lived
because Esther instantly drew back with fear,
aimed and fired the only bullet in the gun at my
brother.
"nooooooo" i screamed and leaped at her like a
hyena.... Of course the whole plan looked ruined
that fateful moment.
To be continued
Wedding Night Episode 20
I pushed Esther to her bed, grabbed the gun and
rushed to my brother who luckily was still
standing.
"are you hurt?" i asked nervously.
"thank God she missed, let's get out of here" he
answered and held my hand, but instantly, Esther
grabbed me from behind and dragged me back to
the bed, delivering few punches on my face.
My brother tried separating us but the muscular
white guy closed in on him, throwing out a punch
which my brother dodged. In no time, the room
turned into a battle field.
My brother and i desperately struggled to wade
them off and run away, while Esther and her guy
did everything possible to hold us back. It really
was a violent confrontation. In no time we were
all bleeding.
However the earlier gunshot and noise we made
as we fought soon attracted everyone in the
house. In a matter of minutes the room was
filled with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian
gate men and two other black male servants.
We were instantly separated and surrounded
while Esther smiled with a triumphant look in her
eyes.
"they came to murder us in our sleep. Can you
imagine?. She even brought a gun" She
complained breathlessly, while every other
person in the room gasped with shock. Damian's
mother came forward and looked into my eyes.
"how did you get out of jail?, why did you kill my
son, why are you here?, and what did we do to
you?" she asked coldly.
Tears fell from my eyes, I breathed deeply and
controlled myself. I had to act cool. It was the
first time i was being given a listening ear.
"I never killed Damian, I never killed your son. I
doubt if any black woman will kill a man who has
good intentions for her. I came here looking for
answers. I had to brave all odds to be here. The
police believes Esther killed my husband. I had
no choice than to try get a confession out of
her" i poured out.
"don't tell me you are listening to that bitch?"
Esther suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at her
and smiled.
"oh no they won't listen to me, but will listen to
this" i smiled, pulled out the small recorder
which surprising was still recording, stopped ith
and turned on the tape.
The whole room went dead as everyone listened.
To be continued.
rushed to my brother who luckily was still
standing.
"are you hurt?" i asked nervously.
"thank God she missed, let's get out of here" he
answered and held my hand, but instantly, Esther
grabbed me from behind and dragged me back to
the bed, delivering few punches on my face.
My brother tried separating us but the muscular
white guy closed in on him, throwing out a punch
which my brother dodged. In no time, the room
turned into a battle field.
My brother and i desperately struggled to wade
them off and run away, while Esther and her guy
did everything possible to hold us back. It really
was a violent confrontation. In no time we were
all bleeding.
However the earlier gunshot and noise we made
as we fought soon attracted everyone in the
house. In a matter of minutes the room was
filled with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian
gate men and two other black male servants.
We were instantly separated and surrounded
while Esther smiled with a triumphant look in her
eyes.
"they came to murder us in our sleep. Can you
imagine?. She even brought a gun" She
complained breathlessly, while every other
person in the room gasped with shock. Damian's
mother came forward and looked into my eyes.
"how did you get out of jail?, why did you kill my
son, why are you here?, and what did we do to
you?" she asked coldly.
Tears fell from my eyes, I breathed deeply and
controlled myself. I had to act cool. It was the
first time i was being given a listening ear.
"I never killed Damian, I never killed your son. I
doubt if any black woman will kill a man who has
good intentions for her. I came here looking for
answers. I had to brave all odds to be here. The
police believes Esther killed my husband. I had
no choice than to try get a confession out of
her" i poured out.
"don't tell me you are listening to that bitch?"
Esther suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at her
and smiled.
"oh no they won't listen to me, but will listen to
this" i smiled, pulled out the small recorder
which surprising was still recording, stopped ith
and turned on the tape.
The whole room went dead as everyone listened.
To be continued.
My Wedding Night Episode 21
The tape wasn't as audible and clear as i hoped
it would be, nevertheless it was loud enough for
everyone in the room to listen easily. My heart
pounded with excitement as everyone listened to
Esther's confession which really was accurate
and up to point. Such a perfect confession it
was...
Seriously Esther underestimated me by not
thinking that i could come up with such
invention. Yea just like most of the white folks in
the room, she thought we blacks were foolish
and incapable of thinking straight. I never knew
what gave them such mentality, however i must
confess, none of them uttered such word to my
face but their behaviour clearly showed the
resentment.
The first rule of every fight is never to
underestimate your enemy but Esther clearly
abused that rule and sold out herself in a way i
never imagined. Seriously i never expected her
to give such detailed confession to me. It was
simply amazing and unbelievable.
Her behaviour was a very stupid one but to be
sincere nobody would have expected a woman in
my condition to come up with such an awesome
plan. She never had any reason to believe that i
could come up with something very unique. In
her mind i was a very bitter woman who might
equally be mentally unstable due to the trauma i
was passing over my husband's death.
As the tape played, she slowly coloured up while
atmosphere in the room grew tense and grim. I
forced out a smile, nodding as the message
delivered across to everyone in the room.
On getting to part where the fight broke out. I
switched off the tape and breathed deeply.
"That's what i came to get. That's my defence.
I'm no murderer. You all heard the confession" i
breathed with satisfaction. My brother came
forward and took the recorder from me while the
muscular guy who fought us minutes earlier,
rushed to my gun which was lying on Esther's
bed, but before he could get to it, almost all the
guys in the room, rushed and held him down.
Esther slowly sat on the floor and cried.
"This is a set up. Nooo" she cried. Damian's
mother drew forward, hugged me and cried.
"you just changed my believe towards Nigerians.
You went all the way to the end of the road to
prove your innocence. You did what only few
women will be brave to do.
While i harboured my son's killer, you took every
risk to find the truth" she cried bitterly.
"mum please stop. I'm just satisfied that your
eyes has opened" i breathed.
It was such an emotional scene. Oh how i wish
you guys were there to witness it all.
So what happened after??...
Hmmmmmmm
To be continued.
it would be, nevertheless it was loud enough for
everyone in the room to listen easily. My heart
pounded with excitement as everyone listened to
Esther's confession which really was accurate
and up to point. Such a perfect confession it
was...
Seriously Esther underestimated me by not
thinking that i could come up with such
invention. Yea just like most of the white folks in
the room, she thought we blacks were foolish
and incapable of thinking straight. I never knew
what gave them such mentality, however i must
confess, none of them uttered such word to my
face but their behaviour clearly showed the
resentment.
The first rule of every fight is never to
underestimate your enemy but Esther clearly
abused that rule and sold out herself in a way i
never imagined. Seriously i never expected her
to give such detailed confession to me. It was
simply amazing and unbelievable.
Her behaviour was a very stupid one but to be
sincere nobody would have expected a woman in
my condition to come up with such an awesome
plan. She never had any reason to believe that i
could come up with something very unique. In
her mind i was a very bitter woman who might
equally be mentally unstable due to the trauma i
was passing over my husband's death.
As the tape played, she slowly coloured up while
atmosphere in the room grew tense and grim. I
forced out a smile, nodding as the message
delivered across to everyone in the room.
On getting to part where the fight broke out. I
switched off the tape and breathed deeply.
"That's what i came to get. That's my defence.
I'm no murderer. You all heard the confession" i
breathed with satisfaction. My brother came
forward and took the recorder from me while the
muscular guy who fought us minutes earlier,
rushed to my gun which was lying on Esther's
bed, but before he could get to it, almost all the
guys in the room, rushed and held him down.
Esther slowly sat on the floor and cried.
"This is a set up. Nooo" she cried. Damian's
mother drew forward, hugged me and cried.
"you just changed my believe towards Nigerians.
You went all the way to the end of the road to
prove your innocence. You did what only few
women will be brave to do.
While i harboured my son's killer, you took every
risk to find the truth" she cried bitterly.
"mum please stop. I'm just satisfied that your
eyes has opened" i breathed.
It was such an emotional scene. Oh how i wish
you guys were there to witness it all.
So what happened after??...
Hmmmmmmm
To be continued.
My Wedding Night Episode 22
"you guys should please call the
police" Damian's mother cried
on my shoulder while one of the
guys in the room left instantly
to do her bidding. I also threw a
look at my brother who quickly
brought out his phone and
called detective Jeremiah.
"the police will soon be here,
please stop crying. You got to
consider your eyes" i begged
solemnly.
"let's go to my room dear, we
have a lot to talk" she said
softly, pulled away from me,
grabbed my hand and led me to
her room while my brother
stayed behind {with the other
men in the room} to keep an
eye on Esther and her so called
cousin who hid his face with
shame.
On getting to the old lady's
room, she prepared two cups of
hot tea, offered one to me and
drank the second one.
"i'm so deeply ashamed of
myself. I'm so sorry for
everything. Seriously i have
known Esther for such a long
time. I never believed she was
capable of committing murder
in a foreign soil" she apologized
softly with tears in her eyes.
"i have nothing against your
behaviour towards me. Most
women would do the same. So
please stop troubling yourself" i
begged.
"we are heading back to the
states in two days. Hope you
are coming with us?" she asked.
I breathed deeply and looked
down.
Seriously i wasn't expecting
such question because all my
focus was on exonerating myself
to avoid standing trial in
America but things now has
changed. I had every reason to
go with them, if not for anything
else but to participate in my
husband's burial. But i just felt
indecisive when she popped up
the question. I couldn't utter a
word.
"you have to testify against
Esther and her accomplice. They
will stand trial in my country,
moreover you also have a big
role to play in my son's burial"
she pushed softly.
"i know mum, but i do have
some unfinished things i have to
take care of in Nigeria. I also
can't stand the courtroom. I
know how the justice system in
your country works.
Esther's
defence lawyer will try to tear
me apart. I really can't stand
any of it, not after all i have
passed through already. My
heart is very broken. I need time
and space to heal. I believe the
tape will be enough to convict
her" i answered softly, tears
filling my eyes.
"what are you saying?. You
mean you are not travelling
with us?" the old woman asked
curiously. I dropped the tea cup
i was holding, drew close and
stared at her.
"i just need only three weeks to
recover and tidy up myself. I will
come over in the fourth week.
Please" i begged. She breathed
deeply and swallowed hard.
"it's okay, i understand your
position. I will keep the burial
things on hold till you join us.
But Esther's trial will commence
immediately we arrive the
states" she said softly. I
unsuccessfully tried to fight
back the tears building up in my
eyes.
Detective Jeremiah walked into
the room that very moment
with a smile on his face.
"the suspects are now in my
custody but i'm afraid i also
have to take Mrs Damian with
me. You know she's supposed
to be in jail" he addressed the
old lady who quickly sprang up
to my defence.
Watchout For the Final Episode....
Episode 23
she’s not going anywhere with you. Moreover how
the hell did she get out from your custody in the
first place?. I don’t care how you do the paperwork.
She’s not stepping her foot in any police premises
again” my mother in law protested while the
detective laughed and winked at me. “please you
have to report to my office very early tomorrow.
Hope you understand” he said to me, bowed to the
old lady and headed out of the room. My brother
however left with him while i spent the night with
Damian’s mother and we really spent the whole
night discussing and consoling each other like two
old sisters…. ______ I returned to my brother’s
house by 7am the next day, Spent some happy
moments with my sick mother before freshening up
for the busy day ahead. I equally called my old
father on phone and broke the good news to him.
Finally four days later, i travelled to the village with
my mother and devoted three weeks of my time
caring for her. I equally used the opportunity to
make peace with God and seek his forgiveness.
Slowly the fourth week approached, bringing more
bright moments into my life. I was now a changed
person. A strong Christian and a cheerful giver. But
the most surprising moment of it all was when
Damian’s mother surprised me with a visit early
Tuesday morning of the fourth week. I never knew
she was in Nigeria nor had any idea she was
coming to my village. She came with my brother
who smiled as he noticed the surprised look on my
face. “we came to get you young lady” the old
woman said as she hugged me. Three days later i
found myself in America. Hmmm the reception they
all gave me over there was quite stunning and three
days after, more good news graced me. I did a
pregnancy test which confirmed i was pregnant. But
it never really was all fun to me over there because
I had to perform the last burial rites for my husband
and equally testify on Esther’s trial, something i
sincerly wanted to avoid but had to do in the end.
Esther got twenty five years sentence with her
accomplice at the end of the day. As at the time of
writing this story, I’m still in the states with
Damian’s mother. Yea i’m happy but not entirely
happy because no matter what, I’m still a widow.
As for detective Jeremiah, I promised to handle the
education of his first child, equally promising to
take the boy along to the states the next time i
travel home. The detective was like an angel to me
and without him, I won’t be writing this story.
THE END
