A bit hard to believe we’re edging closer to the end of this story. But that’s just what it is. Let’s keep moving…
“Soo, the treatment is going well?”
“As far as the doc is concerned, yeah. Still a long way to go, but according to him, at least the cells are under control. So no spreading to other organs or anything like that.”
Oh, praise God for that info!” Adelaide sighed in relief as she leaned over the sink, her phone to her ear. “So obviously, in time, they’ll all be vanquished, right?”
“Yeah, pretty much. He wanted to have the tests run so they’d know how far the treatment is going, and I guess it’s going good. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the chemo should clear things up soon enough.”
“Oh, thank You Lord Jesus! We truly serve a prayer-answering God. It’s all working out!”
“Yeah, it is. But this process is painful.”
“Awwwww,” Adelaide cooed. Akinyi’s voice was extremely dry and weak. The chemo-induced exhaustion was having its effect on her once again. “I’m sorry, baby. How bad is it right now?”
“Really bad. I’m lying in bed, and I feel like raising the phone alone will be like raising two motorcycles. It’s just horrible, Addy.”
“Oh chale. So I’m on speaker right now?”
“Yeah. I’ve put it against some books. Ugh, this weakness is one of the low points of this thing. Feeling so useless right now.”
“Awww, don’t worry. Once we’re done, we’ll come over, alright? I’ll come and rub your back and sing to you while you rest, okay?”
“Any particular request?”
“You know already, lah. I’m No Longer A Slave, lah.”
“Hahaha, no problem, doll. I gotchu. And uh, by the way, it’s gonna take some time to get used to hearing you use that word ‘lah’. Just feels so… someway, you know.”
“Whatever, Addy, whatever. Just come over as soon as you can. I need that special pampering you’ve just promised, coz I’m going through hell right now.”
“Do not fear, baby girl. We’ll be over soon.”
“Good. So uh, your mom’s adjusting to Oscar now?”
“Oh yes, she is! Feels so good having to hear them interact with one another the way they are. That’s all I had been praying for; that she’ll see Oscar for who he is.”
Akinyi gave out a little snicker. “Yeah, see him for who he is. Not for what some so-called prophetess claims about him.”
“Babe, abeg, that’s in the past. I don’t even wanna entertain thoughts about her mpo. Wherever she is, I don’t care.”
Another snicker. “Wow. How aggressive the power of love can be.”
Adelaide shook her head. “Hm. You’re not in good shape, so I won’t mind you. Anka this little mischief of yours wouldn’t go unpunished.”
Akinyi laughed weakly in response.
“Heard from your bestie yet?”
“Nah, I’m sure he’s in class. He’ll probably call once he’s done.”
“Alright, alright. Lemme get back to my people, wai. We’ll be at your place as soon as we’re done with my mother, okay?”
“Sure. Maranatha, Mrs. Adelaide Dolphyne.”
Adelaide sighed. “Once again, I’ll let this mischief go. But I hear you, we’ll come quickly.”
As she walked from the kitchen to the dining room, she walked in on her mother chatting heartily with Oscar. The two of them turned at hearing her footsteps, and smiled at her.
The warmth in her heart was one she couldn’t explain, but was one of the sweetest feelings she had felt in a while.
For many days and nights, this had felt like a dream that wouldn’t come to fruition. After the lies of that false prophetess had taken root in her mother’s brain, it had felt like this was going to be a desire that would have to remain locked in her heart forever.
But now here it was, playing out before her very eyes. And she couldn’t have been happier.
Delphine sighed as another Twitter notification came through.
Yet another DM from another tweep seeking to find out what was going on. Worried that she had been silent for a couple of days.
Ever since that unexpected and very much unwanted confrontation with Mrs. Dolphyne, she hadn’t been on Twitter. Her last tweets had given hints of her revealing her supposed abuser in due time, and having remained quiet since, people were wondering what was going on. Had she been taken captive or something? Had the ‘abuser’ come for her? What was the problem?
Now she found herself in quite a quandary.
Mrs. Dolphyne had gotten evidence on her that proved the rape allegation was a total sham, and after the warnings she had received, going ahead with her plans did not look like the best of ideas. And with the barrage of concerned DMs she was receiving, she felt way too embarrassed to come out and confess that it was all a lie.
That aside, she actually had a point. The last thing the world needed was yet another false rape accusation for people to use as a reason to discredit truly abused victims.
Which was why she was suddenly thinking of deleting her Twitter account totally. Possibly the easiest way to avoid having to deal with all the concerned Twitter inhabitants.
But then again, there was a part of her that was even more pissed at Toby now, and was craving to teach him a lesson by disregarding all his mother had said and going on to tag him as a rapist and an abuser and damn the consequences.
After leaving the pub that night, it was nothing but rage that consumed her heart as she seethed over what happened. From wishing she had admitted to never being raped, to being called an evil lioness, it was regrets and I-should-haves that replayed over and over in her head.
And of course, she was mad that Toby actually opened his mouth about it. Such a dumb weakling.
Kwasia boy paa, she thought to herself for about the two hundred thousandth time as she continued to dwell on the issue. She hadn’t gotten in touch with him since, and she wasn’t in the mood to confront him at that point, either. All she wanted to do was come to a decision on what to do.
Delete her Twitter account and leave Toby alone so she wouldn’t have that creepy mother come looking for her, or defy the thick bitch and teach the stupid little boy a lesson that nobody could possibly mess with Delphine Awittor and get away with it?
Neither side was smooth and easy. But… a decision had to be made.
And it didn’t take too long for her to come to one.
Well, what could it be? We’ll find out soon enough…