Tuesday, 5 December 2017

OMOLARA'S FAITH Episode 6 to 8

:::::::***Episode 6***::::::
Lara sat on the tiled floor, she pulled a bowl of
hot water towards her, added some dettol, before
dipping a face towel into the bowl.
“Easy girlie…” she soothed herself as she
massaged her body. It had ached her all night.
“Ouch! Eeish!” she exclaimed as she pressed her
swollen eye a little.
Her door squeaked open, she didn’t bother to
look up, she knew it was Tony.
Tony stood for while watching her massage and
press her body in pains. He felt his heart melt!
So he was now a ‘wife beater’ ?
“Good morning Lara.” He said gently.
“ouch!” Lara exclaimed pressing a swollen part of
her arm.
“Errm….sorry…” Tony said squatting beside her.
She didn’t reply, she continued her work.
“Errm..Lara, I’m very sorry for what happened
yesterday…” he began
“Hmph! Did you brush your teeth this morning?”
Lara covered her nose with her free hand.
He felt offended, he exhaled sharply
“I shouldn’t have done what I did yesterday…my
anger took better part of me…” he was trying his
best to sound gentle.
Lara laughed quitely.
He peered at her face, he wondered if she heard
She applied some balm to her wounds before
looking up at him.
“So what now? You came to kill me?” she asked.
“No…Lara I’m truly sorry for…”
“Abegi! Spare those thrash talk! Go and meet
your Igbo sister and leave me alone! Who are
you trying to decieve?” she interrupted him.
“Lara..” he tried to hold her but she pushed him
away. Her hands moved to the bowl of water and
Swoosh! She threw it at him- towel and all.
Tony looked suprised, he surveyed his drenched
office clothes with his eyes.
“how dare you!” he shot at her.
“Oh yea! I just dared you! Rubbish! Because I’m
not an Igbo that’s why you are treating me this
way shebi?” Lara rose to her feet.
“Don’t you ever try that on me again!” Tony’s
anger let loose.
“So what if I do? You’ll flog me? Ehn? Answer
me! Oshi buruku!” she clapped her hands.
“You’ll pay for this!” he told her walking towards
the door.
“Mr Tony?” she called after him.
He stoped holding the door knob.
Lara walked slowly towards him, a smile playing
on her lips.
“Tony, I just felt I should remind you, that, the
law of karma still reigns!” she chuckled before
walking into her bathroom.
“Hello? Mummy?” Lara placed her phone on her
ears. She knew what to expect. Tony has taken
her report to her mother again.
“Hello Lara? What’s this I’m hearing about you?”
her mother began.
Lara grimaced
“So what did you hear?”
“Lara! I want you to come over to my place
now!” her mother ordered cutting the call.
“Sure…just a few minutes, and you’l see your
beautiful daughter with a swollen face and
wounds all over her body!” Lara said to the
phone, though she knew her mother won’t hear.
She walked into her mother’s sitting room
without bothering to knock. She looked around,
the room was re-furnished. Even her mother
looked furnished.
“Good day mum!” Lara threw her bag at an
“Lara? What happened to your eyes-your face?”
her funke asked with concern.
“Need to see some more?” Lara chuckled
showing her wounds to her mother.
“Who did this to you?” Funke asked again.
“of course my loving, sweet, adorable husband!”
Lara said sarcastically.
“What?!” Funke was shocked.
“Which one is ‘what’ again? Shebi this is what
you want? Ehn? Are you suprised?, better save
your suprised look till when they bring …” Lara
said carefreely.
“How could he do such to you? I’m sure
something went wrong! Was it after you poured
hot water on him?” funke said ignoring her
daughter’s sarcasm.
Lara laughed.
“my daughter, its well, you should just go back
home, I’ll call Tony…” Funke began to say.
“not yet! I’m staying here for atleast two weeks!
I need to rest, before going back to that
dungeon!” Lara protested, before taking her bag
Funke watched her daughter walk inside. She
picked her phone and dailled Tony.
“Hello? My in law?”
she listened for a while
“yes! Please do me a favour, let Lara stay with
me for like a week, please..” she lowered voice.
“Okay thanks, God bless you!” she ended the call
:::::::::******Episode 7****::::::
“Thank you” Lara said givng some naira notes to
a cab driver.
She took a deep breathe, and glanced around
The magnificent church was standing before her.
She had brought her case to God.
She wondered if God would listen to her again.
The last time she came to church was when her
father was alive, she was ten yrs then…
“Good morning sir” she greeted a man in security
“Please is the Resident Pastor around?”
“Yes, let me tell him you want to see him.” the
security man replied before speaking into a
“he said you should come in.”
“Thank you sir!” Lara said before walking towards
the church basement.
She muttered a silent prayer before knocking.
“Come in.” pastor Wilson said from within
“Good morning Pastor Wilson.” she flexed her
“Morning sister…please sit!”
Lara sat on a chair facing him, clutching at her
hand bag.
“You came to see me?” Pastor wilson asked.
“Yes pastor, My name is Omolara Popoola..” Lara
“Omolara Popoola? You mean Lara the daughter
of late Deacon Popoola?” Pastor Wilson asked in
“Yes sir.” Lara smiled.
“Wow…how are you? How have you been?” he
looked pleased.
“Fine sir…”
“God is great! You’re married now?” he gestured
at her wedding band.
“Yes sir,…that’s why I came…”
“Is anything the matter?” Pastor wilson sensed
all is not well.
Lara told him about her troubles, shedding tears
in the process. He looked touched by her story.
“Its well, God is with you.” he told her.
After praying with her, he gave her some Bible
verses to read, before asking her to fast for just
a day.
“Sister Lara, If you must fast; your faith in God
would determine how your answer will be.” he
told her.
“I have faith Pastor.” Lara assured him.
“Not just in the mouth but from the heart…and
mind you, you must go back to your matrimonial
home!” he told her.
“No…But…” she frowned.
“You must go back there!” he said firmly.
“Okay, thank you…” she didn’t look happy.
“Take care Lara, God is with you.” he waved her
Lara walked into her home, she felt nervous
when she walked into the sitting room.
“I thought you aint gonna come back.” sophia
“I’m back!” Lara said, before walking into her
She’s got no time to start quarelling with Sophia
now, its almost time for her to break her fast.
She was in a kneeling position, rounding up her
prayers when she heard a commotion in the
sitting room. She paused absent mindedly to
listen…Sophia was quarelling with
somebody…perhaps Tony.
She ended her prayer in a hurry and tiptoed out
of her room.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
“You have no right to ask me who i’m looking
for!” Amara- Tony’s mother shot at Sophia.
“You can’t walk in like that! This isn’t your
home!” sophia fired back.
Just then Amara noticed Lara’s presence.
“Welcome ma.” Lara greeted her.
“Who’s this uncultured woman? Your maid?” she
gestured towards Sophia.
“Errrm..”Lara began.
“Sophia, meet …ermm..Tony’s mother, and
errmmm, ma please meet, Sophia- Tony’s
errmm…” Lara stuttered.
“So it is true?!” Amara exclaimed.
Just then Tony came back from wherever he
“Mum? What are you doing here?” he asked
suprised letting his breifcase drop.
“What am I doing here? So what I heard is true?
So its true that you’ve been maltreating Lara?
That you even brought your mistress into your
matrimonial home?” Amara shrieked.
Tony bent his head, he knew he was in trouble.
“So this is what you’ve turned into? A Dog?”
Amara yelled.
“I know what to do…I’m calling your father right
away!” She threatened picking her phone.
“No no no..please mum, don’t do that…I’d be in
trouble if you call dad…Sophia is leaving right
away..I’l turn a new leaf…” Tony held her hand
He walked into the guest room, appeared
carrying Sophia’s bag.
“Sophia, leave now!” he shoved the dumbfounded
Sophia towards the exit.
“You too, go and bring your bag, you’re coming
with me!” Amara told Lara who was silent.
“But…ma…” Lara’s eyes widened.
“I say go and bring your bag, I can’t leave you
here with this beast! What if he murders you!”
Amara shrieked.
“Mum..please don’t take her away.” Tony
“Try to stop me!” she glared at him, dragging
Lara out of the house; with her bag.
:::::::::*******.Episode 8*****::::::::
Tony knotted his tie whilst sipping some coffee.
The night had been terrible, different night mares
taunting him, he was awake 75 percent of the
He ignited his car, and Lara crossed his mind.
Her beautiful eyes that widens when she’s
scared was all he could see. He’s been just
wicked to her, only God knows the story she’s
telling his father now about him.
He changed his gear and sped on the highway.
He knew his father won’t spare him, he would
take the company off his hand, collect all he has
and worst of all disown him.
“Oh poo!” he rubbed his eyes.
He opened them lazily at first, then they popped
A madman was standing on the road before him,
just a few yards away. He couldn’t stop the car
cos he was moving at a high speed.
He expertly turned the steering wheel moving the
car off the road.
The car swerved beyond control, he muttered
some quick prayers, he was sure he would die.
The car somersaulted throwing him out through
the window…
Lara giggled as she bit into her roasted chicken,
she was having lunch with her in-laws. She felt
joy surge through her veins, what more could she
ask for? She felt loved by them. They were
doting on her, most-especially her father in-law
Chief Ifiora.
“I taught your mother in-law how to cook o.”
Ifiora chuckled at her.
“well I taught him how to eat!” Amara said and
they all burst out laughing.
Lara watched them as they laughed, they looked
so much alike; happy couples she thought as she
“When I was a boy, I helped my mother in the
kitchen.” Ifiora said with pride.
“well that’s cos you liked it.” Amara replied.
“Not at all! I was an only child that’s why!” he
defended himself.
“Hmm…Tony Is an only child too, but can’t make
himself a mug of coffee.” Amara chirped
cleaning her mouth with a napkin.
Lara felt shivers run down her spine at the
mention fo ‘Tony’, she saw her father-in-law
cringe too.
“Talking about Tony…” Ifiora’s voice became
“He couldn’t even call or do something…he’s
expecting me to call him right?” he shook his
“I guess so!” Amara made a face.
“Hmm, I’m going to teach him a lesson he’ll
never forget!” he basked like a lizard in the sun.
“Lesson? That boy is soooooo stubborn!” Amara
said with disgust.
Chief Ifiora’s phone rang loudly.L
“A strange number…” Amara said giving the
phone to him.
“Hello?” he listened for a while.
“Yes you’re speaking with Chief Ifiora…”
he listened again.
“What?!” he rose to his feet.
Lara stopped eating, she wanted to know what
was happening.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming right away!” He ended
the call.
“Darling get me my Jacket!” he told Amara.
“What happened?” Lara asked quitely.
“Oh, nothing really, just eat your food.” he forced
a smile.
“Ogini? What going on?” Amara appeared holding
his jacket.
He whispered something to her in Igbo, for once
Lara wished she understood Igbo.
“We need to go now! Lara take care!” Amara said
throwing a scarf round her head.
“Can I come with you?” Lara rose to her feet.
“No..you just take care, okay? We’ll be back
soon.” Amara said as she and her husband left
through the exit.
Lara sighed deeply as she heard them drive out
of the compound.
Definitely something is wrong some where….she
fidgeted nervously...
To be Continued..


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