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This thing called LOVE – GRACE OCHIGBO

Episode Eighteen

His pot-belly dragged for space with the table in front of him every time he attempts to shift position. He dropped the glass of wine he was sipping from for the umpteenth time since his last phrase. Such sluggishness from a state’s commissioner of police would beat anyone’s imagination. Finally, he set down the glass on a ceramic plate and brought his hands to rest on the table.

“Gentlemen, I must tell you the truth. And what is that truth? You may ask.” He hesitated again and Detective Samson adjusted uncomfortably in his seat. “I’m not, in the least, impressed with your work at all. This case is lingering.”

Susan blinked her eyes, though careful enough not to be noticed. Just three days and a complicated murder case was already lingering? For real? In the same state where Fulani herdsmen butchered countrymen in their homes for free. Lingering? Just because the victim this time was a top government official and all security agencies must be deployed to investigate her death? Susan hissed loudly… in her mind.

“The DPO assured me of the best hands but with what I’m seeing, I think I was either over-expectant or that his bests are not good enough. The governor needs answers. He’s been asking a lot of questions. He needs answers, gentlemen. Real answers and not assumptions!”

Detective Samson swallowed. “Sir…”

“No, detective.” His baritone voice interrupted. “Your opinion is not sought out for here. All we need is to find whoever murdered Miss Angela Okpe. Or, are you saying that the suspect you are holding onto did?”

“Well sir, we can only ascertain…”

“If you think he did, he should be allowed to face the law immediately. Don’t you get it? Someone must be apprehended as soon as possible. At least, that would calm the nerves of the elder statesmen, including His excellency.” He interrupted Detective Samson again and this time, the latter resolved not to say a word anymore. “In fact, I command that the suspect you are holding onto at the moment be charged to court within the next three days. Let’s get something nailed to the wall already. That’s of course, unless you get new findings before then.”

The two detectives shifted uneasily in their seats. They wanted to respond, to tell him that it would be grossly unfair to send the young man to court so early; judging from the fact that they, the detectives, were still running around, seeking facts and evidences. The only evidence they have against Caleb was the footage about their escapades in front of the hospital building that night. That’s all. There’s no evidence that Caleb followed her down to her house, let alone talk of committing the act. The coroner had told them that Angela died from a deep stab in her chest. Nothing about Caleb and Angela having a rift justifies his stabbing her to death. They wanted to suggest, perhaps plead for, more time if justice must really take its full course, but knowing how much this authoritative man hates to be interrupted, they just swallowed back their words and listened on with rapt attention.

“Have you spoken with Angela’s colleagues at the state’s Teaching Service Commission, yet?”

The detectives turned regretful looks at each other. Susan’s eyes urged Samson to respond. “No… No sir!”

“Nonsense. And you say you are investigating? How…” He was yelling.

“Actually sir, we were going to do that. We were at the suspect’s parents’ place when you called, sir and we…”

“Nonsense!” The man hit his table hard, so hard a paper flew off it. “The suspect’s parents? Can you listen to yourself?” He let out a sarcastic chuckle. “What has his parents got to do with this, lads?”

“Sir, we feel we could eh…” It was  Susan speaking out for the first time since they got here.

“Shut up, woman. You dare not interrupt me!” The police commissioner thundered and Susan reflexively mouthed ‘I am sorry’.

The man was visibly angry and it showed in the way he rolled his hand into a fist, as though he could punch down a thick wall, and the way his protruded belly seemed to be shooting in and out in a rhythmical manner.

“No wonder. No wonder we are not getting nearer the end. We’re not even getting anywhere. How do you investigate the death of a top government official without first ascertaining if there be any rivalry of some sort between her and the persons she worked with? How, detectives?” He gave a questioning look and the detectives cowered their head in shame. “This slow pace means only one thing to the general public, lads.” He finally sat back. “It means only one thing. It means that the state is in danger. If a government official with tight security in her home estate can be murdered in cold blood, then it means that the whole state and its citizens are not safe.”

Susan hissed loudly in her mind again. If only she could respond to that last statement. Just that one. Is the government just realising that the state isn’t secured? She felt disgusted by the man’s presence altogether.

“Once the citizens start feeling insecure in their own homes, in their own land, you know it’s not a good omen for the government. Moreover, I hope you realise that elections are at the corner?”

Now Susan got it clearer. The whole haste and hurry wasn’t because they actually cared that someone – a lady with a promising future – was murdered cheaply. They didn’t care how threatened everyone should be; realising that there could be a killer, maybe a serial killer, in town – one capable of entering a house in a security tight estate without being noticed. They were actually in a haste to seal the case so as to avoid scandal. Did you hear him? The elections are fast approaching. Really? When would everyone stop being inhumane for once and care for another man’s soul as though it was really a human and not some assurance of a security-guaranteed campaign tool?

“I may have to order for new guys if you both are not capable of delivering your jobs.” He relaxed his back against the seat.

“We assure you, sir, that we are on top of this matter and it wouldn’t be long again before the culprit would be brought to book.”

“Then get to work, Lads. Get to work. Give me results. Way forward. I need something to present to the governor.” He drummed his hands against the table. “You are dismissed.” He added, picking back his glass of wine and sipping it as though he was replacing the litres of fluid his fumes and anger just took away.

As the detectives shut the door firmly behind them, his eyes went to the paper in front of him. It was a memo from the office of the governor and the directives therein read pretty clear. His position was being threatened to start with; that’s if he doesn’t meet up with the target time. Right here, he was ready to do anything; to present any evidence as fact, be it by hook or by crook, whether by commission, omission, or transmission… I mean, transmission!




Victor stole a wicked look at the sternly looking police officer in front of him.

“What are you insinuating? That I killed Angela?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

“No!” The officer, who held a toothpick in between his lips nodded from left to right. “That you were so much of a threat to her the very first day you met that she had to call for security alertness after leaving your presence.”

Anger lifted Victor’s lips in a cocky smile. “You know, perhaps I should tell you when and how I first met the lady again.” He sat up proper.

He recounted the night Unekwu was to travel to Ile-ife and how he’d convinced her to go to this happening art centre in town just to leave memories of him in her head in a way. It was there, when some girl showed up and explained artworks to them that she finally introduced herself as the owner of the centre and interestingly so, the one that made Caleb jilt Unekwu. Victor could still picture vividly every detail from when Unekwu angrily left the art centre up until the accident scene. It was some days later, when he saw Angela coming out of Caleb’s house, that he decided to discuss with her and that was when, to her astonishment, he only demanded to use her art centre for a movie.

He’d, after then, invited Angela over to one of their rehearsals, so she could at least see the quality of the project her multi-million naira arts centre was getting featured in and she obliged him. As minutes turned to hours and hours to days, they got closer and closer. Angela had this possessive character of not letting whoever she came to know have a breathing space and that was why she literally stayed all through the shooting of the movie even when she didn’t have to be there.

“We’d heard that explanation already.” The officer interrupted his last line.

“Then what else? What else do you want me to say?” Victor’s anger was palpable in his voice. “Accept that while I drove pastor Festus to the airport, another part of me followed Angela home to stab her? Can you even listen to yourselves?” He smirked, glancing from the policeman in front of him to the one marking position behind him.

“Mr Victor, we understand your point. But there should be something you know about Angela’s life, threats, rivals, death. Something, anything…”

Victor felt helplessness in the man’s tone now and that sort of calmed his nerves. It was better they related as people trying to help one another out in this case than the level the police were trying to pull out earlier. It never sat well with Victor to use force on him and the scenario when he had to send all his father’s relatives who came to disturb his mother away with a knife made it clear that he’s been that way since childhood.

“Mr Victor, you’ve become Angela’s closest friend, at least in the last few weeks. Her GM confirmed seeing you two together and frequently so in her facility a couple of times. She drove you to the hospital the night she was killed. Did she at any point share with you about anyone wanting to take her life? Any enemy she had in the office, from the government, anything?”

Victor swallowed. He had some information to divulge but he wasn’t sure yet. Until he’s done reading that book. Unfortunately, the longer they delayed him here, the more unable he would be of help.

“She never mentioned anything of the sort. Angela is very easy to love. In fact, as I reminisce lately, I find myself not wanting to blame Caleb for having a hard time with deciding his feelings between the two women, because the truth is that, Angela is like a superglue. Just a little dose of her and you can almost not pull away anymore.”

“So you are saying that you also started developing feelings towards her?”
Victor gave the officer another wicked stare and the latter relaxed back in his seat.

“Well… ehn…” The officer suddenly couldn’t gather his words anymore.

Victor wasn’t an easy nut to crack as they had thought actually. And they had no legal right to use force on him. If for anything, for the role he’d played the night of this incidence. He was away, driving the pastor out of Lokoja. That makes him more or less no suspect, legally speaking, unless of course, he hired someone.

“Do you know why Caleb would still be making out with her in public even after the supposed breakup they had?”

Victor smiled roguishly. “Whatever question you have for or about Caleb should be directed and answered by Caleb.” He paused as if weighing his next statement. “Thankfully, he’s still in your custody.”

The policeman swallowed hard.




They laughed with Unekwu and even though her voice grew tired after only few minutes, it was relieving that she could laugh and also make out few sentences.

Now, she’s finally asleep.

“I should go now, mummy!” Vera said, picking her Gucci bag.

Ajifa and Pastor Festus glanced at each other, seeking approval, before one of them finally spoke up. It was Ajifa. “You’ve done so well, daughter. Thanks for coming through for your friend always.”

“Haba, mummy! You have forgotten that I’m Unekwu and she’s me?”

The older woman smiled, coming to rest her head against her husband’s shoulders.

“How do you want to go, daughter?” Pastor Festus demanded; carrying a true look of concern on his face.

“Oh! Anone. He’s already waiting up at the parking lot.” She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, hoping that wouldn’t be a new topic opening up.

Pastor Festus took a stroll towards the window; a place he obviously thought he could view the parking lot from. “Why didn’t you let him in.”
“Oh no, daddy. I didn’t know if that’ll sit well with you. Remember, he’s not family… like us.”
“…Yet!” Ajifa cut in. “He’s not family yet, but will soon be.” She raised her hands up in excitement. “How your friend would be so proud of you, Vera. So proud of you…”

“Of course, we are all proud of her.” Pastor Festus started. “A well brought up girl that God has blessed with a very responsible young man such as Anone? One cannot be more blessed. I rejoice with you, daughter. Sometimes, I wonder how Anone became friends with that murderer my daughter brought home that have shattered all our lives in one year…”

Vera swallowed and glanced at Ajifa. The latter quickly squeezed her husband’s hand, urging him to stop.

“But that’s the truth!” Pastor Festus yelled out, reflexively swinging his wife’s hand off his. “You know I’ve never been this played and deceived by any known man on this planet. Can you imagine that boy?” Anger boiled on his insides and he could taste a part of it on his tongue as the words came out loudly in venomous forms.

“We’ll see you later, Vera. Regards to your mum.” Ajifa quickly said to the lady that was fidgeting on her toes.

Pastor Festus had probably forgotten about her and become engulfed with the one thing that makes him lose his entire temper these days. So much pain and hurt could be felt through his tone. Vera hurriedly closed the door behind her and Pastor Festus rubbed an handkerchief against his sweaty face. He suddenly started feeling ashamed for venting off before the young lady, but there was no big deal. Caleb had cut him deep down his throat and he was ready to make the young man pay dearly for it.

“Honey… I…” Ajifa started; stammering as she was careful not to further infuriate her already angered husband.

The man had warned every single one of them, including Vera, not to go to the police station in search of Caleb. He’d wiped his hands off defending the poor young man, as he’d mentioned in his exact words to the DPO. He was never going to interrupt in the due process of the law and whatever the law eventually serves Caleb, he should be ready to eat and of course, dance to the tone of the music he started playing.

“I know you are hurt, Honey. We all are. We least expected… ehm… I …”

“What are you saying, Ajifa?”  His voice thundered, jerking her off her stance.

“I’m saying that… that… no matter… no matter what, Honey, you should find a place in your heart to….”

“Don’t!” Pastor Festus roared, thumping his feet hard against the floor. “Say no more, woman.” He yelled and walked out, slamming the door hard, against her face.

Ajifa blinked a tear drop down her face. The whole situation had taken her highly disciplined yet loving husband away and replaced him with someone else… someone extremely angered and bitter. She muttered a little word of prayer for him in her heart before collapsing into the couch behind her.




Anone killed the engine right in front of Vera’s gate. He seemed to let out all the air he’s been holding onto the whole distance from the hospital down here. He’s been stealing glances at Vera all through the ride and the lady was obviously lost in the world of her own. A world where she reigned supreme and nothing in this our own world was potent enough to perturb or disturb.

“A penny for your thoughts, Vera!”
“Uhm?” Vera mumbled, jerking up. She hadn’t even realised that they’d reached her house. She blinked her eyes in embarrassment.

“What’s disturbing my Sapphire this much. You know you can talk to me.”

Vera smiled. Not-so-convincing smile though.

“I’m sorry. I easily get so exhausted these days. Work, my sick friend, all the bustles and pressures. It’s a lot, really!”
Anone brought his hand slowly till his three fingers perched on her smooth cheeks. He moved it gently, slowly, as though careful not to unsettle the smoothness of her face. The fingers got closer her lips and he made a circle with them there.

“I understand, Sapphire. Trust me, I do!” He searched her eyes and Vera lowered her brows. “It’s a trying time for all of us and much more so for Caleb…” Vera’s heart skipped a beat as he mentioned Caleb. “But trust me, all these will pass away soon and we’d all have our lives back again.”

Vera nodded nervously. All the time Anone had his hand on her face reminded her of only one person; of one event; of one night; and inasmuch as Pastor Festus had directly warned everyone from going to see Caleb, she wasn’t sure if her heart would bear it for much longer. She needed more than anything else to, at least, see him again.

“Are you sure you’d be fine all by yourself?”

Vera scoffed, withdrawing her face from his reach and stepping a foot out of the car. “I’d be fine, Mr Anone!” She watched for the reaction in his countenance and his disappointed demeanour made her laugh lightly. “I’m in the Williams’ mansion. Everything is right for a princess, once she’s in her palace!”

Anone swallowed as she closed the door gently.

“So…” He drew his face through the window enough to see hers. “Do we see sometimes… like later today?”

Vera glanced at her Alexis Bendel watch. “Maybe some other time, Mr Anone. I really need to rest. Thanks for the ride home.” She opened her gate and entered into the compound without glancing back a second.

Anone hit his hand angrily against the steering of his car. The lady was making all his efforts look futile and that wasn’t good. He wasn’t the kind of guy to die on top of one lady’s matter. That’s why Caleb was surprised on finding out he still wanted something with Vera after the so much hard-to-get she’s been playing. Well, she had better come around soonest. There’s just that much he could bear after all.

He started the engine of the car and zoomed off angrily.




“This wasn’t what I left the house to prove to you, mother. I’m very sorry to disappoint you… again.”

Joy Oguche held tightly onto her son’s hands. She was trying as hard as possible not to cry here. Her husband had charged her from home about how important it’d be to hold back her emotions, especially in front of Caleb. It’d help the situation somehow, he thought.

“I didn’t do it, I swear!” Caleb’s voice had agony therein.

He’d become and looked really rough from his stay in the police cell since the past days. He looked paler and everyone could notice he’d even lost a considerable amount of weight. Initially, when pastor Festus was still on his side, when the clergy man wanted to do everything possible and pay whatever amount to grant him bail, they thought it wise not to disturb his parents. Since he was arrested from the pastor’s house, the clergy man wanted to save Caleb’s parents the pain and stress. But as fate had it and pastor Festus had gone off since the revelation, Caleb had been left alone to wallow in the pain all by himself. He, however, still never wanted to inform his parents. They’d said something about learning about his situation from detectives who came over to the house to question them and they thought to come over immediately.

“I believe you, son. We…” John Oguche glanced at his wife. “We believe you. even if no one else does.”

That reassurance felt like a bucket full of ice was poured down Caleb’s hot head. It was a good thing his parents believed him even though their belief in him or not has little or no effect on his present situation. It was Pastor Festus who seemingly have the connection that told him he’d rot in jail. And truthfully, every indication points in that direction. The case just got worse having the government involved.

Joy Oguche didn’t release Caleb from her firm grip. She made him look at her and she carried hope in those eyes. The door to the visiting room flung open, presenting the DPO. Caleb was taken aback having the DPO himself come looking for him. It meant only one thing. It meant trouble.

“Mr Caleb Oguche…” He started, taking his seat on Caleb’s side of the small bench. He’d waved the corporal that led him into the room away, indicating that he needed privacy.

“Officer… my son is innocent.” It was Joy Oguche. She was crying now. Her husband should have known better that there was just no way his wife would keep anything locked in. “Ȏmàmĭ chèwň dù ne, officer. Ȇ gĭ ójó ň?” She pleaded in Igala Language that the DPO should help them in the name of God.

The DPO, a full fleshed Igala man with tribal marks, took in a deep breath. He was a very tall, dark and bearded man in his late 50s but his voice wasn’t as encouraging as his face because the former was huskier and rather terrifying.

“Madam, I understand how you feel!” He glanced from Caleb’s father, to his mother and back to Caleb. “I know this is a delicate trying time for all of you.”

John Oguche cleared his throat. “I’m certain the investigations would pull out the truth, officer. Because this young man, if he still carries my blood in him and bears my name, then I can tell you, sir, that he didn’t murder Angela.”

Caleb swallowed painfully. His mind went back to that evening beside the ranch when he’d told his father about the confusion in his heart and his unresolved emotions for two ladies. He remembered the advice from his wise father. The man is indeed wise.

“Yeah. About the investigations, that’s why I’m here.” All eyes turned to the DPO reflexively and he felt himself uncomfortable but he must continue talking anyways. “You see, Caleb here may be innocent…” Joy and John Oguche exhaled in relief but saw the man wasn’t done talking yet. “You may even vouch for him, but in the legal and security system, those are not enough. We deal with evidences. Evidence. Concrete and substantial ones. That’s what the investigation is supposed to provide. Something to back up your claim that he didn’t murder her.”

“And you will get it efodǔ ójó.” Joy rose her hands up in prayers. “You will get the evidence o. All the witches and wizards that won’t let my son rest. All those ones that keep disturbing and getting him from one trouble to another, all of you will be brought to shame o. You will be…”

John Oguche held his wife’s hands and motioned her to calm down as her voice was already getting too loud.

“Time is what we don’t have, people.” The DPO announced this like he was regretting his own statement at the same time under obligation to say it. “I just got a call from the state’s commissioner of police now. Not a good one.” He searched their eyes. “The governor would have our prime suspect, which is Caleb here of course, appear in court within the next three days, and nothing more.”
“Jesus!” The three other persons in the room screamed out in shock before holding themselves.

Now it was obvious to Caleb that someone was ready to quickly end his life. If he gets to court, he’s as good as getting sentenced to death. There’s no two way about it. Who’s that judge that wouldn’t just be reading the sentences the government wrote out for him? A tear dropped down his face till it came on his lips and he licked it. He’d promised himself not to let a tear, but now, at this point where his days on earth were numbered, he let them flow.

God! He moaned.

Caleb’s mother grabbed the DPO’s legs as she rubbed herself on the dirty ground crying. “Please, please, don’t do this to us. Ȃwà! Please. Consider this boy! Going to court is killing my son for nothing, please. Have mercy on us. Who has ever won a case against the government? Please.”

The DPO felt his face water. He could feel the agony in the room. It wasn’t fair, he knew this, but then it was an order from above. Flaunting it will mean more harm than good. He was sorry for the young man because obviously, the case was as good as won over even before getting to court.

“My advice now is to get Caleb a good lawyer. Who knows, anything can still happen.” He got up and John Oguche followed him up. The latter was weak to his marrows and he barely would be able to speak whenever he’s pained this way. The DPO stretched out a hand and he took it.

“Whichever God you serve, now is the time to call on him. Only a supreme being can intervene in this situation.” The DPO said softly before walking out.




Vera pushed the door to her bedroom open in a hurry. Her chest was burning deep down. It felt as though she was losing her mind. How could every single action from Anone come across to her as Caleb’s. She may not know many things but she was sure of one thing. It’s a fact that she can’t erase.

“Why didn’t you invite the young man in?”

The voice from the corner of her room startled her and she almost froze on her feet before knowing it.

“Hi mum… how did you… why… what are you doing here?” Vera’s face carried the questions much more than her voice did.

She glanced from the way her mother was sited all dressed in front of her dressing mirror as though the older woman was making up for a serious celebration. Her mother almost never came to her room, so it’s more than shocking to have her here while she was out.

“I didn’t spend my entire day in your room, Vera. Don’t think it.” The woman answered the questions on her mind before she could ask it. “How are you, my jewel?” She came over to hug Vera who reluctantly fell into her mother’s warm embrace.

“Mum!” Her voice broke.

Mrs Williams held tightly onto her daughter who vibrated in her arms. She was sobbing softly but the pain coursing through her bones could be felt like an electric shock along a magnetic field. Mrs Williams led Vera towards the bed and helped her sit down before taking a seat beside her.

“Mum!” She concentrated her eyeballs which have become so red from the little sob a minute ago on her mother and the latter ran her hands over Vera’s hair

“My life is incomplete, mum!”

Mrs Williams adjusted on her seat and took in a deep breath. “I understand, baby. I understand that Unekwu’s absence has really pulled you back several miles. But aren’t we grateful to God? The recovery is miraculously fast, baby. God answers prayers and I know you’d have your friend to play with again, sooner than you think.” She wiped a tear off Vera’s face with her first finger.

Vera swallowed painfully. “It’s not that, mum. It’s not Unekwu. My…”
“What has Anone done wrong to you…” Her mother interrupted with a slightly raised voice.

The older woman couldn’t just imagine that anything would go wrong, at least, she was sure it’s not from Anone’s end. Not after he had the nerves to approach Fred Williams himself to seek for his daughter’s hand? Mrs William’s drew Vera’s head till it rested gently on her laps and stroked her hair even more now. “I understand how you feel, baby.” She chuckled. “It’s the first few months and things are usually… always this unclear. That’s the thing with being in love. At one instance you are certain of your feelings and at another, you suddenly don’t know whether you made the right decision or not, anymore. But I must tell you, baby…” she moved Vera’s head again, bringing them eyeballs to eyeballs. “You must know that Love, much more than the butterfly feeling it gives, is a decision. You learn to find who you really need and desire and you stay there, undaunted. Regardless of whatever or whoever! Don’t let your head rule over your heart. Once your heart finds a reason, the entire universe will conspire to help you.”

Vera jerked in sudden realisation and rose her head up quickly. Yeah. That’s the message. That’s the message right there. Love sure gives the butterfly feeling, the type she felt for the first time in her whole life when her eyes came very close to Caleb’s; when they shared breath. Love gives that dizzy and sickling kind of feelings too but much more, it’s a decision… her decision. It’s her decision to make. And what did her mum just say? Find what you need and desire and stay there, regardless of whatever and… and … whoever. Once your heart finds a reason…

“That is it!” she screamed, a touch of excitement in her tone now.

Mrs Williams stared at her daughter as though she just saw a bowlegged girl on yellow shirt and red jeggings.

“That is it? What is what, baby!” The older woman’s curiosity was palpable in the atmosphere.

Vera got up and strolled the short distance to her door. Her mother’s eyes followed every single turn she made and whatever thing she did while letting an uncomfortable silence sit between them. Suddenly, just before Vera got to the door, she turned back. It was so swift one would think she would tumble over, but she maintained her stance. She stared from that height at her mother who looked extremely curious

“Dad’s travelled again, isn’t he?” She gave her mother a questioning look and the latter blinked. Knowing where she was going and her mother’s possibility of interrupting her, Vera continued almost immediately. “Would you still take a job if you have opportunity to use your Master’s degree, mum?”

“C’mon baby!” Mrs Williams started. “Your dad and I are…”
“Answer me, mum!” Vera demanded; trying hard not to yell.

The older woman swallowed, waited for quite a while before nodding in the affirmative.

“Now, dad’s travelled. He’d be away for the next month only to come back home in another week to make decisions and change our both lives as he deems fit.”

“Don’t say that, baby!” Mrs Williams got up, approaching her daughter. “Your father wants the best for both of us. He truly does. He supplies everything that we need and much more, baby. The least we can do is to pray for him.”

“And live our lives… your life… only as a shadow of his?”

Mrs Williams swallowed again. “Anone is the best man for you, daughter. Not just because your father approves of him but for the obvious. He’s responsible, humble, bold, educated, godly and has all the resources to take good care of you, baby.”

“What about me, mum?” Vera snapped. “Am I the best woman for him? Doesn’t who I love even matter here? Dad legit forced Anone down my throat. A day after an innocent date, you already announced that we were engaged. Don’t I have the right to figure out who my feelings are for and stay there as you just said?”

Mrs Williams knew she’d lost the argument but she wasn’t going to let this fire Vera was about to ignite burn. It won’t be good for the both of them by the time Fred Williams hears about it.

“You have every right to your feelings, baby. And that’s why your father and I are not meddling in your relationship with Anone.”

Vera blinked and trudged back to the bed to sit. “I am in love with someone else, mum. And it took me until this evening, until you spoke, to sort out my emotions.” She hesitated. “And I’m going for who I truly love.”

Mrs Williams felt fear course through her heart. “In love with someone else? Who?” she sounded like she wouldn’t survive what was about to hit her at the same time, she knew it was better to know than to be kept in the dark.

“Yes mum. I’m in love with Caleb. Yes Caleb. Same Caleb. And please don’t say no to it.” Vera announced, to the utter amazement of her mother who gasped her few breaths.


There’s nothing more important in life than going after what you love!






About Grace Ochigbo

Grace Ochigbo is a Christian, storyteller, inspirational speaker and the Founder of Gemstone Sickle Cell Aid Team, a non-profit organizations working to end Sickle Cell Disease. email;

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