Our Babies Daddy (Two Sisters And A Man)- QUEEN IZUWA

Image Credit: Nicholle Kobi Art

Image Credit: Nicholle Kobi Art

The pianist played a melody to usher the bride and groom into the cathedral. I was all smiles, my relationship with Funmi my younger sister had been non-existent since we lost our parents in a car crash over eight years ago and I couldn’t make it to the burial. I had sent money though, only to get an alert the next day with a text from Funmi saying “Never mind”. All efforts to speak to her have been fruitless. Imagine my excitement to get an invitation card delivered to my office for her wedding ceremony as “A GUEST” boldly written on it; at least i was invited.

The groom walked in first. To my shock, it was the same guy who had attacked and robbed me of my innocence in my first year in the university.  The father of my 13 year old son, having the baby of an unknown father had destroyed my relationship with my parents before their untimely death. After they had questioned me about who impregnated me and all I could do was cry day and night. My aunt who was unmarried had come to pick me up from the house and I moved to live with her in Abuja. How could he marry my sister? He stared at me now and just looked away, almost like I was insignificant.

Was he thinking I won’t remember him? That tall frame, perfect dentition and eyes that bore into my soul and shone like the knife he had held at my throat as he violated me over and over again. No! I had never forgotten him. That night had changed my life forever. I am 32 years old, unmarried and cannot dedicate myself to loving wholly. My mind whirled and turned in different directions. He had ruined my life and I would be damned if I let him ruin my sister’s. The Father’s voice brought me back to the present, asking, “Is there anyone who wish this man and woman not be joined in holy matrimony? Let him or her speak up now or forever hold his or her peace.” He turned to look at me, I could see amusement in his eyes at my discomfort and that devilish half grin of his as he faced the Father and made a hand gesture for him to continue.

I jerked up and mumbled some words of him being the father of my son. Funmi slumped to ground. I rushed out to lean over her, felt her pulse, thank God she was alive. Just then, I noticed the baby bump. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was too late.

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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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