That morning, my husband David came to pick me at
the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very
unusual.
Other times, David would be so excited to come pick
me, he would kiss me and hug me passionately, but
now, everything became different.
"You kept me waiting for hours in there."
I said, gazing angrily at him.
"Don't tell me it's traffic honey, today is
Saturday."
"I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer
lessons, and then rush to church to counsel a few
couples."He said soothingly.
"you now prepare the kids for school, What happened
to Ifeoma? she is the kids nanny."
"And you are the Kids mom!" He Screamed suddenly.
"you've been away from your family for 5months Ekom,
the kids don't even talk about you anymore." David
deliberately slowed his breathing in a bid to calm
himself down.
I was silent for a while.
my lips quivered, but David ignored that he saw tears
glistening in my eyes.
Catching his eyes as he tried to look at me, I sensed
a shiver of unease go through him.
He was right, I was away from my family for four
months or more, I had women's conference and hundreds
of women to mentor in Houston. It was a moment I
didn't want to miss.
Then I broke the silence; "what of Ifeoma?"
David looked uncertain. "she fell ill, so I asked her
to go see Doctor Dennis."
We were both quiet until we got home.
I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my slippers and
sank my feet into rug and decided to keep them sunk
in so that my toes would feel cushioned. So that a
part of me would feel safe.
"mummy!" my daughter screamed, breathing deeply.
She smuggled into my arms and I grabbed her tight to
myself.
"where is your sister?" I whispered into her ears.
"she is sleeping."
Not long I heard tiny foots running along the
corridor that led to my room. "mummy, mummy..." She
jumped on me and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me
in the sweet comfort of motherhood.
They looked so healthy and chubby.
"what has aunt Ifeoma and Daddy been feeding you
with?"
"Golden morn and banana porridge!" they chorused
shrilly.
"Mummy, Church people said that you are no longer
daddy's wife." My first daughter Teye said, her eyes
became sad. Deep and sad.
"Aunt Ifeoma Now sleeps in daddy's room." Mfon the
youngest said.
My heart jumped, I knew at that moment, that there
were stories In their eyes that I was yet to know.