#fiction
*Stubborn Fly*
Clara slowly turned the knob on the door as she made the door give way with a slight push. She let out a loud sigh. Home finally.

'Mami' Clara called out as she struggled with the three boxes that contained all of luggages.
'Mami, are you...'

'Omo mi, kilode? What's the matter?' Iya-Bunmi interrupted.

Iya-Bunmi (as she was fondly called) was an elegant 'young' woman in her late forties. A mother of two of which Clara was her first.
Clara broke down in tears, walking un-steadily into the arms of a waiting mother.

'It's okay Bunmi' Iya-Bunmi tried to console her daughter.
Several thoughts an through her weavon-ladened head. It've been only three months that Bunmi' was joined in a perfect and holy matrimony. Who would have thought of this happening now?

'Oremi' Baba-Bunmi's baritone voice floated in the spacious sitting room that befitted a successful business man that he was.

Baba-Bunmi slowly walked down the stairs. He was already making wild guesses or rather predictions. He knew it! He felt a strong pang on his conscience. How could he?

'Oremi, what's happening?'

'Please don't Oremi me!' Iya-Bunmi was getting infected with her daughter's pain.
'Can't you see our daughter is back home with her boxes' Her sobs started choking her.

'Bunmi mi, se dadani? Did he chase you out of your home?' Baba-Bunmi could also feel her pain. Real pain.

'No Baba, I left on my own. I can't bear it anymore.' Her tears were already caressing her cheeks real hot.

Baba-Bunmi took his seat. No time to display emotions. Iya-Bunmi took a cue and led her daughter to sit.

'Bunmi stop crying and explain to us.' Iya-Bunmi urged her daughter.
'But I warned you! I told you! The Holy Spirit was right.' Baba-Bunmi spared no second in spilling out his rants.

A staunch christain he was. In fact, an elder in his church.

'Honour your father and mother so that your days will be long.' Baba-Bunmi made sure to use the Bible to drive home his points.
' After you disobeyed me, how do you think you will succeed in that marriage.' His tongue-lashing were stinging Clara real hard.
' Even our pastor warned you. Now you've seen what the stubbornness you inherited from your mother has caused you.'

'Please stop it!' Iya-Bunmi was taking none of those nonsense talks from her husband. Not this time.
'Bunmi loved Alex. She loved him! So why stop her from marrying him?' Iya-Bunmi was charged up already.

Clara knew it was time to count her teeth with her tongue. With a hard wipe, she cleaned off her tears and kept her emotions aside for you the time being.

'So Baba, why didn't you support our marriage from the on-set. Why?' A fiery gaze from Clara told Baba-Bunmi that it was a now-or-never affair.

The air in the sitting room was heating up, despite the cooling effect of the air conditioner.

Baba-Bunmi knew it was time to let the cat out of the bag. His hands found their way on his skin-cut head - massaging it as if to calm a turbulence.

'I've know Alex for the past eight years.'

'Eight what!?' Mother and daughter found themselves chorusing.

'Yes, eight solid years. That was before I dropped my medical profession.'
Baba-Bunmi started his narrative essay (which he was always good at back then in high school)

'He came for treatments.' Baba-Bunmi continued.

'He had syphilis. The syphilis had gotten deep into his system that it destroyed his testes. I tried my best to salvage the situation, but I couldn't'.

'Baba, Syphilis? How?' Clara could feel her head spinning in a Merry-go-round.

'According to what he told me, he got it from one of his numerous girlfriends in school. Although, we succeeded in curing him of it. But the syphilis had rendered him sterile already'.

Only a weak man shows his tears. Says who? Baba-Bunmi could feel a tear drop down his cheek. His conscience were still alive.

'But Baba, why didn't you tell me? Why did you allow me to suffer for another man's sin? Clara had a hundred and one questions for her dad.

'But I told you!' Baba-Bunmi shot back.

'You didn't!' Iya-Bunmi intervened.

'You didn't tell us the real story. Baba how could you?' Iya-Bunmi felt betrayed.

'I told you not to get married to him! Why wouldn't she obey?' Baba-Bunmi knew how to defend himself in scenarios like this.

'Besides, have you forgotten? I'm a medical doctor. I swore an oath never to reveal a patient's medical record to a third party'

'Oath my foot!' Iya- Bunmi eyes were red with bitter blood

'Baba, you've dissappointed me' Clara had never felt this way. 'Baba, I will never forgive you.' Her tears resumed duty.

'I'm also dissappointed in you, Bunmi. You disobeyed me. Your reward is in hell fire'. Baba-Bunmi could hear his own childish talk.

Clara stood up. Her mother couldn't console her this time around. She dragged her boxes out of the house. She embarked on another journey. Definitely not to her matrimonial home. Only God knows.
#WHOSE_FAULT?