"The baby is so beautiful" Gogo held the baby in her hands as others behold the baby's beauty.
"Her name is Amahle, the beautiful one. I can't believe I am seeing my great-grandchild this early. I can't wait to see more." She smiled at the baby who gave a trickling sound.
"It's a beautiful name but I am going to name her Thabisa, the bringer of joy," Umama said as she used her hand to play with the baby's hand.
It's a beautiful thing to see my family together. My husband's family is my family and I love the fact that there is peace. Even though I was happy, I was still worried for Similoluwa but I forced my way out of thinking about her because she calls her shots, not me.
It's been six months already after the wedding and everything seems to be going fine between Similoluwa and Paul. At least I am happy there was no reason for an alarm not until she called me one day crying on the phone at a time I believed was night in Nigeria and I was at work.
"Similoluwa, why are you crying?"
"He is beating, he is beating meee." She cried.
"Then, what do you want me to do Simi? You know the way to the door, do yourself and the baby in you a favor. Get the hell out of that house when you still have the chance to do so."
"He has locked me in the house since last week. I just found my phone where he kept it."
"Then why are you calling me first, call Aunty Bisola or Aunty Mary."
"I am in trouble....." She cried and dropped the phone.
"Hello! Hello! Similoluwa are you there?" I was destabilized by her silence that I had to call Laide to go and rescue her. But that was the last time Similoluwa and I spoke.
Laide called the next day in tears and I knew it was a piece of bad news. I couldn't bring myself to ask what happened but I did it anyways.
"Laide, what happened to her?"
"She is dead Patricia. She lost the baby too."
"Her bleeding was too much that she lost a lot of blood before we get to the hospital," Laide added.
"Where is that bastard? Where is that animal?" I cried out loud.
"He has been arrested. He is at the police station."
"Do everything in your power and make sure that guy doesn't get out. He has succeeded in killing her. That bastard!" I beat my chest as I cried.
I mourned her for days but my cry and sadness could not bring her back. Life goes on but her space was void because she held an important role in my life. It's better to stay single than to marry an animal who is not capable to love. Pressure to marry is real but standing your ground against all odds is beneficial.
THE END.