I had said I would finish up my long lost series on Times like Weather. If you haven’t read the previous series please see them here – Times like Weather, It’s in men: Times like Weather, Heavens come crumbling down: Times like Weather for easy correlation. However, I believe I jumped the gun and skipped to the happily ever after in It’s a Beautiful Morning. Please forgive me. I hope enjoy it.
Olusegun thought it would be an opportunity to say his goodbyes when his sister called for him. However, he was disappointed to learn that Nifemi was the reason she summoned him.
“Sister, don’t let me disrespect you because of this woman. Please”, he exclaimed furiously. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Will you keep quiet and sit down?” she said to him in like manner. “What nonsense!”
“Sister!” he increased his tempo. “If you want me to listen to what you have to say, first ask this woman to leave this room this minute”.
“Please help me beg him ma”, Nifemi crawled on her knees. She had been crying; her eyes were red and swollen. She has been having quite some tough times getting a chance to redeem her life.
“Olusegun”, Aunty Kofoworola said firmly. “Sit down”. He obeyed grudgingly. He fumed as he sat and looked away from both women. “How sad” Aunty Kofoworola said in a hushed tone. “Patience is the principal character in all things. It is important to have it; and in all your doings have understanding too” she admonished. “Nifemi, please sit down”.
“Aunty Kofo, please let me stay like this”, Nifemi begged while she knelt on the tiled floor.
“Sit down”, Aunty Kofoworola insisted. Nifemi obliged reluctantly. “Olusegun, do you remember when that was you on the floor, begging to get your family back?”
“That was a longtime ago. Besides, the terms do not apply anymore. Things have changed. I have moved on; she gave me no choice”, Olusegun got angrier as he spoke.
“Cutting off the head does not remedy an acute migraine. What is done is done. She has learnt from her mistakes and she is willing to make amends”.
Olusegun laughed out loud. “Make amends indeed! What went wrong with her lover; the one she left her children to be with?”, he asked his sister.
“Lover?”, Aunty Kofoworola was shocked.
“Aha! She will not tell you the terrible things she has done. Yet you expect me to be gracious enough to take her back? Even if Adebola is not in the picture, which I bless God she is, I still will not take this one back. I have condoned a lot of rubbish, insult to my person but even when I knew these things, I didn’t send her away. I never sent her away. Yet she left me in the midst of her frivolous gallivanting. Still I searched for her”, his voice lowered. He was hurt.
“She led me to my good fortunes. If not for her, I wouldn’t have given another woman a chance; I probably won’t be who I am today. Still, I thank her”, he referred to Nifemi. “I acknowledge the things I accomplished by her and the beautiful children she willingly gave me. I will take really good care of them to the extent that she will hear of them in future and be proud. But there is no going back now; it is against my vows to Adebola and will be a grave insult on my person to take her back. I didn’t send her away. She left on her own volition”.
“The woman who has born you children is definitely now more than mere acquaintance. You cannot deny her anymore, personally or publicly. She will always rub off on you all the days of your life, whether you like it or not. Your shadow is cast on her for life and hers’ on you. Can’t there be a form of compromise?”, Aunty Kofoworola tried to placate her brother.
Olusegun chuckled sarcastically. “Sister, you know I love and respect you very much. I will not want to disrespect you in anyway whatsoever. But let me put it to you clearly. Even if my mother woke up from the dead on this account, I will still not take her back”, he said firmly. His eyes grew big; his sister had never seen him so stubborn and angry. As much as she tried, she knew there was nothing else to say to pacify him. Whether in good fate or possessed, he had spoken his mind. There is, therefore, now no going back.
“Ha! Aunty, please help me beg him”, Nifemi fell to the floor again. “Olusegun, my husband, please”, she crawled up to his feet. “Please don’t do this to me. For Christ’s sake, please don’t do this to me. Think of the times we’ve had. The times we’ve shared in innocence, for the sake of love. My husband . . .”
“I am not your husband”, he stood to his feet. “Sister, if there is no other matter that requires my attention, I will take my leave”.
“Yet you claim you know a God who beseeches us to forgive one another even as He forgives you?” Aunty Kofoworola shook her head in pity. She found no other word to say to him.
It was a terrible thing what has happened between these two. Olusegun was definitely not going to give in; his mind was apparently made up. When she said nothing, Olusegun took that to mean there was no other matter of urgency.
“I will see you some other time, sister”.
Nifemi was abandoned on the floor. She wept bitterly. She fell hard to the floor, begging Aunty Kofoworola to help her.
That was the last time Nifemi laid eyes on Olusegun. He left for Abuja the following week. Nifemi eventually lost.