Staring from the window of the three storey building,it was so cheerful a weather on the Sunday evening. She glared through the street filled with people,men and women of different clothes and fashion, heading to their various destinations through the tiled road with yellow lined design on its sides that extended to the end of the road, with no "good morning" while passing each other. That's odd to Jacy but yeah, that's how it's here, right?. It's been almost 5 years now that she and her husband moved to the almighty Onitsha city. And things seems so odd here, seems like it's not the same world with the kind of vicinity they left in the village. Everything changed. To bad or to good. Whatever. It's all good Maybe.
She gazed at the right corner of the road and observed a boy whom she suspected can see her even as she's behind the window, She peered in surprise how the boy'll be caught on glances with her eyeballs, she couldn't believe it, Tried to open the window,but observed again,the window is supposed to only be transparent inside but reflective outside,so how come now? She dropped the idea of opening it and decided to wave to confirm, She raised her right hand and waved to the boy behind the window, she steered and observed that the boy couldn't see a thing. She was just unnecessarily curious. She peered at the left corner of the road and observed a Lorry running on full speed,her mind rushed to the boy and she threw a glance at him. As stupid as he can be he's running to cross the road. Jacy opened her mouth so wide to scream but what can a scream do, she studied with heart full of prayers. The Lorry has gotten too close before the boy gave up crossing and started running back towards the position he had been standing and staring. The Lorry went closer and voom!.
Jacy fell back with eyes closed. It felt like a heavy, noisy, sound thunder crash after a long bold and visible lighting. Tears were flowing down her eyes, what a helpless boy. Parents of nowadays,don't care anymore. Instead of being happy of fertility, they treat the ones they brought to the world like rags. God have mercy.
"When I will have at least one, God forbid me to set them hawking. Not even in the backyard, nah" she whispered in tears.
Can the bone of this boy be found like this? But is he even hawking? What was he doing? Helpless boy. Her questions of the mind arouses as she was lifting her face to observe the brutal mishap. She scrutinized from the back of the window and met the eyeball of the boy again, seated on the ground with no tears, just little bleeding on the right knee.
'oh, he's alive?' she whispered.
She waved and the boy returned the waving. She smiled and he smiled. She wanted to open the window and got astonished all of a sudden.
"Nah, He can truly see me, how? Jesus, what kind of window is this" She uttered to an invisible one in a very low tone,or maybe to herself. The boy turned as if he heard that.
"What? Boy you a wizard?!" Jacy exclaimed. Open the window a little and slammed it close.
She drew the curtain wider to close the window, with her legs making the srrrr sound on the carpet that is almost the color of a tiger that spread through the floor of the room with a long 84 by 84 inch bed, with a wooden hold designed like a rectangular shaving Bic at the left corner of room, near the window. She just had to step few inches to retire to bed.
Jacy remembered something and ran to the calendar. Displayed on the calendar is a neat and elegant picture of Jacy with her husband Harry. She's dressed in back evening gown with the bottom designed like a peacock and with golden tiny stars. A black high heel shoe that well suited the garment like an award night dress code. She was leaned on her husband's Chest with her right leg lifted slightly, behind, like a slay queen,with her face , so elegant,with a pointed nose,curved like the beak of a hawk, a very nice cheek, and a small mouth that after having a look,you can't help but imagine how she used to eat to her satisfaction. Her face card can only be compared with that Ghanaian actress called Nadia Buari, and no doubt Jacy looks like her lost twin. She was on a ready-for-kiss position with her eyes, of an untortured white and a child like eyeballs lovely and tender fixed on Harry who rocked a pink suit on white t-shirt and a black bow tie. His face with a beard that rounded his jaw well trimmed and nicely fitting is circular and very broad,with his broad nose exposing the handsomeness and hard eyes like that of a strong warrior and he was holding her face on a blue decorated background. Jacy nodded in satisfaction as if the calendar was food. She heard a tumult like a crowd chanting. She ran to the window and peep again, only to notice that it was just a horn from a Lorry. The same lorry that nearly killed that innocent boy, with it's plate number "K20 Onyeocha" voom away from the sight of the limit of the Window's power of making it visible to the eyes. She nodded and uttered to herself
"I knew this witch is up to something, na your head you go use carry. All these ill trained drivers"
She tried to slide the window closed in fury but it stumped under a small bump of sand beneath the window slide way and made a heavy "shrrrrr" sound.
"Mtcheww" she calmed down and slide it this time and stopped suddenly. Her eyes caught hold of a Black Lexus 350 car with tinted glass rolling up from the down left side of the road. Finally,a helpless, cheerful smile beamed her cheeks and embraced her countenance,to be more elegant than ever. The letter H in the front plate is visible enough to announce to her that her hubby is on the staring, longing for a kiss and more,as always. Yeah, he's here.
Oh lovely Harry. What a good timing.
She closed the window, rushed to the kitchen and checked if the dinner is as ready as she kept it. As she ran, her koi koi sound follows. At the kitchen door a white aluminum door, covered with a nylon label with a write up at it's sides, and in the middle right which displayed as thus;
'EXCEEDING EXPECTATIONS '.
Her eyes reached the dishes before her feet could get there, a pot of potato porridge, prepared with a pumpkin leave, red oil, and other assorted ingredients that bears the delicious aroma that married the kitchen,like the scent that emanates from every worthy women's kitchen on Christmas day. The beef meat are visible enough to explain their status by the cost. Harry and Lucy are well to do. Meat is not one Kobo.
She turned to leave as she had supervised her routine and found it intact enough. She observed the kitchen room a bit, a room marbled with a reddish beautiful marble, throughout the floor and on the wall up to waist level, the rest was not marbled but painted lemon throughout the up wall. A fine brown painted wooden structure for packing utensils, extending from the bottom right corner of the room,to the left a bit. Adjacent to it is a bag of foreign rice, a bag of beans, 6 tubers of yam, a bucket of spices where maggi cube label and oil is visible though I know that the invisible contents must be numerous. An iron washing structure attached at the top left corner where upon it lies plates of mostly aluminum, and white and brown breakable plates,with a black pot. Her eyes turned to glare at the curtain as she heads out and hold it like a rope and tie it's beneath.
Jacy went to a black cushion chair which is about four pairs of different sizes in the room, this one is the shortest, decorated with green and yellow. She sat, waiting for her hobby to dash in and receive his long awaited hug.
The room is getting darker to the extent that nothing can be seen any more, not even one standing at your front. She checked her phone, a smart 8 pro, an Infinix brand, it's 7:50 pm. She tried to turn on the phone torch but the battery has gone below the limit of turning on the torch, it's remaining 3 percent and the bar is shining red already. She adjusted the phone contrast to brightest possible extent and it works a good light too.
Almost two minutes now. Harry hadn't knocked, shouldn't he hurry? Hurry for Christ sake darling dude. She ran to the window and turned the screen of the phone to observe. A hat on a jacket moved fast like a wind into the premise, she wondered when Harry started dressing that way. She glared at the car and looked careful,the front plate is written "HAR..." and other letters which her phone light can hardly make visible. But this is Harry's car. It's Harry's car. But when did he started dressing like the undertaker in the wrestling Tv.
She reaches for the sofa and sat back waiting for the long awaited knock of a man longing for his precious being.
She waited till she can't anymore, hurried to the window again,fear began to creep all over her furs, but what is she afraid of, her husband? Jacy! What?
She glared in disbelieve, what's going on,
The car is rear now facing the house. She can now see the plate number visibly written
'HARRY JAMES "
"But my husband has no name like James, what the hell?" She muttered as she glared at the dark cloud.
She heard a foot step and kept quiet. It's a tip toe,that sounds like a step of a leg on a boot.
"Honey!" She called with shrinking tone.
"Honey you're back?"
"Sweetheart is that you?, you scared me"
"Harry, can you hear..."
Gbim gbim gbim was heard heavily on the door continuously as she got no response, she tries to on her phone but now,it has shut down entirely,the room became completely dark. She fell on the floor shaking like a child with pneumonia, fear has gripped her. She crawled to the kitchen and locked herself up praying.
The sound continued fiercely on the door, continuously. At a point it seize. And the foot steps start going out. Jacy went on her knees and bowed to God in worship.
Gbim!! The sound of a broken door, the hit has won the door. Now, it's wide open.