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Friday, January 22, 2016

STORY: SWEET SOUND [EPISODE 25] - STORY END.....


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SWEET SOUND:  EPISODE 25

“Please stop saying nonsense my dear” i whispered back to chioma who quickly dropped her eyes and kept quiet. “as you can see, my sister is sleeping. It’s quite unfortunate you guys came at the wrong time. Maybe next Saturday you can come over” Mary’s sister said with a cold smile. I shrugged and held Chioma. “thanks for everything. I see you don’t want us to hang around for a while. Anyway we will be back by next Saturday.

If there is anything you need, please don’t hesitate mentioning it” i said politely, smiling nervously as i threw another look at Mary who was sleeping peacefully. “thanks but i sure won’t need anything from you” the old lady replied coldly, leading us out of the ward. We silently left the hospital deep with our individual thoughts. I was extremely worried, so was Chioma. “of course Mary’s body is like that of an Hiv Aids victim but no it can’t be” i prayed fearfully, “If she is really with the virus then i’m finished. I can’t have the virus” i breathed nervously as great fear took control of me. My entire body shook with worry. “My God No no no” i cried within, trying my best to conceal my fears from Chioma. “You know we should go for a Hiv test. It’s very important” she soon suggested as we headed back to my apartment.

I threw a quick glance at her, noticing how withdrawn and terrible she looked. “do you actually think Mary has the virus?” i asked fearfully. She breathed deeply and shook her head. “i don’t know what to believe but all i know is that we are going for a test on Monday” she said seriously. I bit my lips and drove on, cursing the day i met Mary. Seriously i couldn’t imagine myself living with such a virus. I felt sick thinking of it. “Gosh it can’t be, what even got such idea into Chioma’s head. Mary is just seriously sick. Her sickness has nothing to do with Hiv” i reasoned, trying hard to play down my fears.

I prayed and hoped. I felt very bad, but Chioma looked much worst. Everything about her instantly changed. She became a shadow of herself. The next day {Sunday}, was very uneventful. I spent it indoors, with my television and phones turned off. I simply laid on my bed lamenting my fate and praying with all my soul. I was very scared, but what scared me the most was the Hiv test we planned taking the next day. It was easier unknowingly living with the virus than living with the fact that every second that ticks was bringing death closer with great speed… By 10am on Monday, Chioma and i nervously waited for our Hiv test results.

My heart throbbed furiously, Chioma sat a distance away, looking very uncomfortable. I couldn’t speak to her because i had nothing to say… Some minutes later, our results were handed to us without any form of counseling which gave me slight hope and courage to read the result which was nothing but NEGATIVE. “oh yeah!” i jumped with joy. It was the first time in my life i was happy for having a result which came out negative…. “Thank you Jesus” Chioma cried as she hugged me after seeing her’s, with hot tears of joy flowing freely. “i’m very sorry for rushing into conclusion. This means Mary isn’t down with the virus” she said to me, tears freely falling from her eyes. You guys can’t imagine how happy, relieved and reborn i felt that moment… I felt alive again….


“i’m so short of words my dear” i confessed, “i know sweety. So just keep quiet and let’s go home” chioma replied. The rest of the week was very uneventful, we did nothing but concentrate on our jobs which we neglected for so long. However it never stopped me from thinking about Mary. I couldn’t imagine what the poor lady was going through on her sick bed. It pained me a lot and oh yes i felt very responsible. Just like Chioma i was very curious to know what was wrong with Mary, but her elder Sister saw us more as enemies than friends. She refused discussing Mary’s illness with us even though we tried our best to call everyday. That was the situation of things till Saturday afternoon when we visited the hospital again. This time Mary was very much awake and looking a bit better, though still very fragile. She managed to sit up on the bed immediately we showed up, forcing out a weak smile which we returned in full.

Chioma dutifully sat beside her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you guys. Though my sister told me how you have been asking about me” she said to Chioma, coughing weakly as she talked. Chioma held her hand and smiled sweetly. “of course we are very worried for you sweetheart. No one is without a conscience. We do care very much about you” she answered innocently. Mary breathed deeply before looking up at me. “you know i felt i found happiness. I felt i found my missing rib when Ken came along. I know you understand that feeling which comes when someone who matches your criteria enters your life” she addressed Chioma who nodded slowly. “i felt happiness. My life was his, i fell so strongly in love. I gave him my soul to keep safe, but you know the rest of the story” she continued weakly, while i looked down with shame and remorse. “he flung away my life.

He flung away everything for you” she said bitterly, touching everyone with her words. Her elder sister quickly interrupted with concern. “my dear you shouldn’t be talking about the past. You are very sick”She protested, eyeing me angrily. “don’t worry big sister there isn’t any cause for alarm. Everything happened for a purpose, moreover i now think it’s cool things ended the way it did. I would have suffered more being in this condition with Ken as my husband. So don’t worry anymore about me dear Ken, i have forgiven you. Just be happy with your girl” she concluded and sobbed. I quickly knelt by her side, hugging her by the waist, while chioma equally sobbed. It was a very emotional scene. “you are a very wonderful person.

The more i get to know you. The more i admire everything about you. Thanks a lot for understanding, we will continue checking on you till you get better and leave this hospital. The bills are on me, don’t worry about anything and get better” Chioma promised, shocking everyone with her offer. However we had no time to discuss further with Mary nor her sister because a doctor soon showed up to check on her forcing us to leave. We left with the promise of returning on Monday but unfortunately Mary never made it to Monday. An early Monday morning phone call from Mary’s sister broke the terrible news to me. “MY SISTER IS DEAD. Mary is dead” she cried over the phone.

Mary was buried early the next day {Tuesday} in her hometown. She was buried so fast because she was nothing but an unmarried lady, with little or no formalities required in laying her to rest. Chioma and i paid our last respect by being present in the burial ceremony which was well attended by her church members, friends and colleagues. It was quite an emotional event. Her family members were quite inconsolable especially the elder sister who almost killed herself with grief. “We shouldn’t question God because he knows the best for us. God has a reason for calling Sister Mary.

Be rest assured that she’s happy with the Lord” The Rev. In charge of the ceremony preached as her coffin was lowered into the ground. “i really can’t believe all that has happened since i met you” chioma cried and hugged me, hiding her face filled with tears on my chest. “what next?” she asked solemnly, “our happiness is next my love” i answered with deep passion. Very early the next day we headed to see Chioma’s pastor who listened attentively to the conclusion of my story. “you see God has a reason for showing me that revelation.

You were very lucky you got to the girl on time and she forgave you before dying. Seriously i can’t imagine what could have happened supposing she died with the pain you inflicted on her. This should be a lesson to young men. All that glitters isn’t gold. Let’s praise the Lord” the pastor said with infinite grace…. Finally Chioma and I did our traditional marriage on the 25th of December as scheduled and equally did the church ceremony on holy Saturday {Easter Saturday} the following year.

By November {few months later} we had a bouncing baby boy which sealed my happiness. However i still do remember Mary and my friend Jboy till today. Everything about them is still very fresh in my mind. I always cry each time i remember my story with Mary, and as for my son. This story will be the first he will ever get from me…… I was lucky to survive.. Please be wise in all you do. …. 

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