Sometimes, a little family matter can baloon into an unmanageable issue with irreparable consequences.
So it was with Dayo and Dupe.
They have been married for about fifteen years and were blessed with three children.
Dayo and Dupe were coffee and tea addicts respectively.
One day, all the family members were at the table for dinner. Suddenly, Dupe stood and entered the kitchen. No one knew why; the sound of her ransacking everywhere announced she was searching for something.
Before she could return to the table, Dayo had impulsively hit her tea jug which fell on the ground. It was the sound of that fallen jug and their children's screaming that attracted Dupe to the scene.
Dayo sat dejected and confused; he stared at the spilled tea and jug's fragments; his index finger in his mouth.
Dupe held her waist with both hands; mouth swollen with unexpressed words. She was cautious to say anything angrily in the presence of the children.
Dayo's eyes were glued at her, still perplexed. He sensed that trouble was looming, after all, he knew his woman's love for tea.
Her silence was very dangerous.
Dinner was over and the chidren went to bed.
Danger began to manifest when Dupe went to the visitor's room to sleep. She firmly locked the door that Dayo may not have the opportunity to appease her.
Dayo could not go to bed. He was expecting her to join him so he may have the time to tender his apology. After waiting for sometime, he decided to check her room.
Meanwhile, she had not spent the night in her room for two years now. Reason: Dayo's asthma problem was very serious and troubled him more in the night. She became his midnight nurse available anytime the cough began.
He knew the negative implication of her failure to stay with him overnight.
He looked everywhere without success.
Suddenly, he remembered that her slippers were at the door of the guest room comfirming she was inside.
He knocked at the door intensely and repeatedly saying,
"Honey, open the door, please!" his hand rested on the door as he leaned on the wall to await any response; no answer!
He later went to his room resigning to his fate.
The following morning, she did not care to say "Good morning." to him. She said to herself, "I dont want him to tell me any stories. He does't take tea. Why did he not waste his coffee?"
She went into the kitchen; prepared breakfast for everybody.
She later took the children to school and from there went to her private Management Consultancy office.
Her phone rang; she looked at time and it was nine fifteen on the AM side.
"I'm Richman, Mr Dayo's secretary. I want to ask you about his whereabout because he hasn't come to office."
"Have you tried his number? I left home early so I don't know..." she asked as her heart repeatedly leaped loudly. She weaved her fingers across her chest; standing rooted to the same spot.
" Yes, of course! There was no answer"
It then dawned on her that something was amiss. She said to herself, "Am I not in trouble? I've not seen my husband today and we live under the same roof."
She went home immediately and headed straight to Dayo's room. The door was not locked but could not be opened. Something blocked it inside.
When she could not open it, her heart pounded more with many "maybes" and "perhaps" jostling for recognition as the fact of the situation.
She went to invite a neighbor whose drugstore was near. The man went with another male staff to assist him.
They could not open it.
"Something obstructs it. Let's use a sledge hammer to break the door." the staff suggested, going out to bring one.
"Don't worry, we have one in the store." she rushed to bring it.
He took it and struck the wooden door with all his might; the door gave way.
Alas! They were face to face with Dayo's dead body; a broken glass cup was near him and some capsules were scattered on the floor.
"I've killed my husband!" were the repeated words coming from Dupe.
"How madam?" the ruffled neighbor asked nodding his head as tears were flowing from his eyes.
"I heard the sound of his falling in the night. If I had slept with him, I would've assisted."
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