As I drove out of his house, I had tears in my eyes. How could he have gone out to have dinner with that idiotic girl when I had spent the whole day preparing his favourite meal? I even refused to eat though I was hungry because I was waiting for him to return so we could eat together.
I felt devastated.
"That was a good performance you put up there," Satan's voice startled me, I didn't even realize He had come into the car.
"Yea, I hope you weren't around?" I asked Him, "Remember what Lucifer said were the instruction of THE ONE."
"I know!" He screamed at me with fire burning out of His eyes and nostril, "Stop reminding me of that Tyrant in Heaven."
"Am sorry if I have offended you My lord," I said.
"its okay, Lucifer and I watched it all from the Thirteenth Realm. You know we can always see you and whatever that is around you; the injunction didn't cover that part.
"I personally came to convey the appreciation and message of The Council of Six to you. We like the act you have put up so far but time is of essence. THE ONE placed a time limit to the operation. From what we can see, the young man is in love with you but he is not sure if you love him.
"WE ARE INSTRUCTING YOU TO GENUINELY FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM."
"But My Lord that will be difficult," I said feebly, filled with trepidation that they already knew I was in love with him.
"We know that, we feel the hate in your heart and we are sure he can feel it too. We want you to fake as much of a genuine love as possible that no one can be able to feel the hate in your heart, not even us," And with that Anger disappeared.
They shouldn't have bothered. I was already in love with Eric but this edict of the Council of six was the cover I needed to show my love without fear.
The tears now streamed down my face. I was so jealousy he had spent our special dinner moments with another woman.
I was also sad that I will be killing the first being, both spiritual and physical, that I have ever loved. I was going to kill Eric; there was not a single doubt in my mind. I was the Queen of the Seekers. I was Satan's bride...
The Infidel is a love story about two young Nigerians who were both western educated in the United States. One is a Christian and the other is a Muslim. The Infidel narrates the ethno-religious challenges they encountered in their quest to continue their relationship after they returned to Nigeria.
The Infidel is a most read for those who want to understand the power of ethno-religious discrimination in Nigeria.
After Brian gave her his award; kissing her and Brenda, he went back to the stage to perform his song and do his part in the presentations.
“Sure, if you want to,” She replied the woman that had asked for the memoir.
“Give it to me,” The black lady said; she was a black American. “The award night is just starting and it is going to be a long night; I can read the story to our small group here as the night progresses.”
“You ladies might miss the show,” She told them.
“We have seen it all before; we are regulars here,” The woman with the red hair said.
“Yeah, for us, it’s going to be a long boring night of ovations,” The blond hair woman said. “Let her read the story; the night is still a long one ahead.
“Okay,” She said, bringing out the memoir and giving it to the black lady. The other two ladies on the table pulled their heads together. They looked like a coven of three witches holding a deliberation as they sat huddled together to hear the memoir read by the black lady. She smiled at them and refocused her attention at the events on the stage.
Insurgency is a tale about heroism, courage and patriotism in the fight against terrorism in the North-East of Nigeria. It is a search-light into the modus operandi of the dreaded Boko Haram sect and the strategies of the Nigeria security apparatus to combat it.
A reading of Insurgency will send shivers down the spine of the reader amidst a burst of laughter as readers acquaint themselves with the tactics and terminology of the 72nd Special Forces battalion, the NIA and the DSS.
My mother was trying to convince my father to kill her.
Father would have none of it even as my mom kept persuading him that it was the right thing to do; the best option available amongst the choices. Father was adamant in his refusal.
This argument has been going on now for 72 hours as both party stuck to their earlier position - none agreeing to back down.
"Ngulinzira," Mother called father by his name. My mom rarely calls my dad by his name except whenever she wants to drive home a point, "you have to find the courage to do the needful."
"I can't bring myself to do it my darling wife Sonia Mukasonga. I can't!" Father cried - referring to mother by her full name - as mother cradled his head in her bosom. I have never seen my father cry before but in the pass 72 hours he has been crying like a baby.
As I hid behind the lace curtain eavesdropping on them, my young mind tried to make meaning of all that was happening around me. I was six years old then.
"But you must try Ngulinzira, you must have the courage to do it for us," Mother said still referring to father in a formal way. I guess it was a negotiation ploy to make it easier for father to do what she was begging him to do.
Mother looked lovely in her silk robe that hugged her slim figure. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail behind her and fell across her left shoulder. Mother had a blessed ancestry, her skin were creamy light like goat milk and she had a nose many Europeans would be proud of. Everyone said I looked like her.
From afar we heard some noises and my dad stiffened, looking around with frightened bloodshot eyes like a lost chicken. I could see that his hands were trembling as he clasped them together; the shaking made his whole body quake.
"They are coming here honey," my mom said calmly to my father, "remember, you must be courageous to do what needs to be done, that is the only way you can save them. I trust you will save them."
My dad cried as he tried to cling to my mother but mom gently removed his hands saying in a firm formal voice, "Ngulinzira Bizimungu, do not disappoint me. You must be strong for us; you must do it for us or I will never forgive you even in the hereafter."
Just then her eyes fell on me, and I thought she would be angry having caught me eavesdropping, but she walked toward me with outstretched arms; I ran to her and she lifted me up, planting kisses all over my face and saying, "Rosalie my poor baby, I will be leaving you soon but one day, hopefully when you are older, your father will explain to you what happened."
"Where are you going Nana?" I asked her not understanding why she sounded so sad and why I felt I would never see her again after that journey, "and why are you leaving? Don't you like Dada anymore?"
"No sweetie, I love your father very much but he must send me on this journey so that you can have a future and know what it means to be loved by a man and to have him love you back, but don't worry about it now Rosalie, one day you will understand."