"I can't believe this." He muttered.
"You mean that my wife, is sleeping with your husband? How did you get to know?"
"I know. They were dating before she married you. She wanted Seno to divorce me and marry her, but when he refused, she got married to you out of frustration.
What baffles me is why they got back together. It's my husband who got her all she has today." She paused for a while, leaving Harry in thoughts, then asked, "What do you do?"
With a grimace of pain, Harry replied softly.
"I'm a dry cleaner."
"Where is your office?"
"I work from home. I don't have an office yet."
"Oh nice..."
"I have to go ma'am, I left my daughter at my neighbour's house."
"You have a daughter?" Susan asked, looking surprised.
Harry nodded.
"From the same whore?" Susan began to laugh out loud, and despite the sad look on Harry's face, he was laughing too.
"My husband will come back home to me someday. I used to believe in letting things go, but I won't let my marriage drain that way. My best friend introduced me to her pastor, he has been praying for me, I have been praying too."
Harry gave a loud sigh.
"And you think prayer will bring your man back? If prayer really works, my mother's prayer would have made me a millionaire by now.
My woman would not have left me for a wealthy man. I would be happily married by now, and maybe work in a good place." He said innocently.
"Your mother's prayer is still cooking." Suddenly everything stirred memories inside him, as Susan continued.
"You were just unfortunate to settle for that woman. I know her more than you do. Her friend used to sleep with my husband, but she wasn't aware.
She, her friend...they are whores! You can get your life back if you believe in Jesus. My pastor says that all the time."
"Then why are we still talking about our problems? I mean your husband is the arms of my wife, they are in
London, having sex and enjoying their lives.
I am here, you are here. You sleep at night alone, under the warmness of your duvet, without companionship of your husband.
I would have just walked back home, and commit suicide, if not for my daughter. I do not want to make her an orphan. I do not have a life. Why should I keep praying?"
Susan giggled.
"You talk like an atheist." She murmured.
"I am not."
"Believe in God, and watch your life change. Mine will change soon, and you will come back to ask me what I did to get my happiness back, and I am going to still tell you that it's the same God, I just talked about." She said boldly, and there was wonder in her voice.
Harry stared at her for moments, the unspoken words hung in the air. Her voice rumbling through him like a faraway thunder.
*****
He fought hard to control his emotions. He was trying to get her off his mind, his daughter stared at him innocently.
He cuddled her in his arms and wept bitterly.
Susan's voice rang like a bell in his ears. The face of Atimma reappeared in his imaginations, despite the fact that he tried to get rid of her from his heart, he couldn't.
For a moment, Didi was silent. He stared into her eyes and kissed her playfully from her forehead to her feet, causing her to laugh out so loud.
Suddenly the anger was gone, and he was looking at her the way he did on the first day she was born. His eyes heavy-lidded, and deep browned.
His expression suddenly went blank as he shook his head slightly.
He began to search for his bible, he didn't remember where he kept It; but he still searched until he found it inside one of his travelling Bags. It was dusty, but he wiped it with bare hands and knelt beside Didi.
"Let's pray that daddy gets favoured." Didi giggled, and began to speak in baby language, her father didn't understand what she meant, but he knew that she was talking to God.
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Written by Vicky Bon
May 28, 2017
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