Judas the traitor episode 31 – finale
Judas the traitor
EPISODE 31
I called the only person that could understand what plight I was suffering at the time, the only person I should never have called. What face did
I have… What guts? But that was the Hobson’s
choice. The shock in Nelly’s voice was almost palpable but the love and wanting was perspicuous.
“Hello love,” her soft voice emanated benignly as the
line clicked open. I lost my vocal cord and my senses turned off. Only one thing happened. I broke down and sobbed. “Nomsa what’s the matter with you?” She asked with a
tone of urgency. I couldn’t bear it anymore and hanged up. Nelly called back and at the third ring I picked up and continued to sob. With so much persuasion, I told Nelly where I was and why. I could feel the panic in
her voice as she told me to hang on, that she’d call
back. I’d hærdly taken the phone off my ear when the doctor walked in, a smallish elderly man in his mid sixties with eye glasses that sat on his nose, farther away from his eyes. He had a way of looking over the rim of his lenses and wore a healing smile. I doubted if people would ever die in this hospital. He examined
me and began asking about my identity but I told him he shouldn’t worry, that I could take care of myself. Nelly called back and before the doctor could advise against taking the call I was speaking into the phone
already. Nelly told me she had excused herself to
book the first flight to Ndola the next day. I felt the tears begin to pour out again. She had just put to bed, she was not supposed to travel but she insisted on coming. “This is exactly what you should avoid in your present
condition. You need your loved one around you right
now… Your blood pressure is on the high side.” The
doctor advised. “Doctor, you asked for my loved ones right?” I nodded and continued. “She’ll be here tomorrow.”
Before 9am the next morning, the door to my ward opened and Nelly poked her head round the door with her angelic smile. I didn’t know how to deal with the guilt that pierced my heart as again tears rolled down my cheeks. I sat up and wanted to stand but she
walked in and called out.
“Don’t worry baby I got you.” She had some bags with her which she laid down at the foot of the bed and came to hug me. We tangled in a tight embrace and cried… She had added weight from child bearing. “I missed you dear…” She kept saying into my ears as
Sabatnelly watched on from the doorway. She had brought her to my ward. For the first time in my life, I kept nothing from
someone in a story about me. I bared it all to her and
we wept together. I begged her to find a place in her heart to forgive me.
“You’re such a joke, I didn’t come all this way to judge you or pour out my grievances. I came to see
my beauty again. I came because I would never wish anything bad to happen to you.” Nelly’s words cut through me. I leaned forward and
hugged her now chubby self again. “How about the baby?” I asked. “You shouldn’t have left him.” “He’s in safe hands with my mother in-law. I called Paul yesterday and told him about your call last night, he just called his mum to come and take care of the baby while I come check you out.” “Oh my God, you’re blessed dear.” I said, happy for my friend for the very first time. “You too baby.” She began to unpack the things she had bought. “By twelve thirty, I’ll call Paul so we have a video chat. He has been asking after you.” We did the video chat with Paul and later, I took time to narrate my entire ordeal of a marriage to my best friend. When I was done, she was crying
uncontrollably. She revealed how Vincent had come with his apparatus that night that made her not to settle with him. He’d almost raped her that night if not for the hotel management. She apologized for not
telling me all that earlier but swore she would have
told me if she had known I was seeing Vincent. She swore to take me with her, that I had no business with Ndola anymore. She had a return ticket waiting
for 17:45. She called to book for me too.
My discharge from the hospital was finalised and we thanked the manager of NGFM’s Place for his
hospitality and also the doctor. On our way out I
asked Nelly to hold on a bit as I saw Sabatnelly arriving the hospital for her shift. She bared that warming smile I thought could resurrect the dead. I beckoned on her to come and give me a hug. While we hugged, I removed the rings, my engagement and wedding rings, and slid them into her hand as we disengaged. “It costs a fortune. Sell it and do something nice with it.” It felt better that way. “This is your wedding ring madam?” She managed to
say amidst her confusion and surprise. “Yes darling, they don’t guarantee a great marriage, do they?”
She shook her head slowly and I patted her back and
joined Nelly. I never looked back again. The flight back to Mansa was warm and about the coziest and most fulfilling thing that ever happened to me. On arrival at the airport, Paul was waiting. After we exchanged pleasantries, he smiled and announced. “Someone is here to say welcome.” I shot him an inquisitive stare before I s₱0tted Charles who was also known as d-ckson Bwalya walking through the busy ajar glass doors.
“Did you come with Charles?” I asked Paul who shared a knowing smile with his wife. “You guys are mischievous finally.” They burst into laughter as Charles arrived and gave me a hug after a brief moment of don’t-know-what-to- do’s. I never returned to my estranged husband at least not
until the court case for a divorce commenced a few
months later. Three months into the case, he was reported to have committed suicide with a suicide note explaining his dwindling life. I quickly withdrew my court case and claimed all his properties which were left to me as his direct beneficiary. I sold off
the already waning company and other properties which he owned including the flat in which we had lived and moved to Mansa to start my pharmaceutical company. The money was
unbelievably huge, I realised, after selling off the properties. Nelly suggested we rather partnered to knock off other competitors and I quickly bought the idea. I invested half of the money in Nelly’s business
and we became 50-50 partners in a global
pharmaceutical business.
Although there was not an epilogue in the beginning
of this story, I’d beg to add a prologue…
PROLOGUE
Here in my study, finalizing the weird experience I
had in the name of marriage, as a result of my greed and hatred for what is good, my husband is here and has been, to always pat my back and cheer me up- ‘us’ if you might want to count the baby growing in,side of me now. He thinks I’m a good writer but sometimes also thinks I’m utterly awful too, such a split personality. I fondly call him Down also or d-ck,
though it sounds like a regular name but I prefer that to d-ckson which appeals to me more like a “baby d*ck” as against his huge below. I’m sure he might want to say a word or two.
Charles d-ckson:
Uhmmm, hi readers and Vincent Fly Films fans. Marriage is meant to be uhhhm……….. beautiful thing. I’m glad I have for myself the best woman ever.
Nomsa: Oh my God, he’s shy…….. I’m out……k-sses!
Charles: You’re so sweet darling.
Nomsa: Really? am happy to hear that from you d-ckson.
Vincent the writer you have done your part let the story end here “I talked to myself”.
THE END
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EPISODE 31
I called the only person that could understand what plight I was suffering at the time, the only person I should never have called. What face did
I have… What guts? But that was the Hobson’s
choice. The shock in Nelly’s voice was almost palpable but the love and wanting was perspicuous.
“Hello love,” her soft voice emanated benignly as the
line clicked open. I lost my vocal cord and my senses turned off. Only one thing happened. I broke down and sobbed. “Nomsa what’s the matter with you?” She asked with a
tone of urgency. I couldn’t bear it anymore and hanged up. Nelly called back and at the third ring I picked up and continued to sob. With so much persuasion, I told Nelly where I was and why. I could feel the panic in
her voice as she told me to hang on, that she’d call
back. I’d hærdly taken the phone off my ear when the doctor walked in, a smallish elderly man in his mid sixties with eye glasses that sat on his nose, farther away from his eyes. He had a way of looking over the rim of his lenses and wore a healing smile. I doubted if people would ever die in this hospital. He examined
me and began asking about my identity but I told him he shouldn’t worry, that I could take care of myself. Nelly called back and before the doctor could advise against taking the call I was speaking into the phone
already. Nelly told me she had excused herself to
book the first flight to Ndola the next day. I felt the tears begin to pour out again. She had just put to bed, she was not supposed to travel but she insisted on coming. “This is exactly what you should avoid in your present
condition. You need your loved one around you right
now… Your blood pressure is on the high side.” The
doctor advised. “Doctor, you asked for my loved ones right?” I nodded and continued. “She’ll be here tomorrow.”
Before 9am the next morning, the door to my ward opened and Nelly poked her head round the door with her angelic smile. I didn’t know how to deal with the guilt that pierced my heart as again tears rolled down my cheeks. I sat up and wanted to stand but she
walked in and called out.
“Don’t worry baby I got you.” She had some bags with her which she laid down at the foot of the bed and came to hug me. We tangled in a tight embrace and cried… She had added weight from child bearing. “I missed you dear…” She kept saying into my ears as
Sabatnelly watched on from the doorway. She had brought her to my ward. For the first time in my life, I kept nothing from
someone in a story about me. I bared it all to her and
we wept together. I begged her to find a place in her heart to forgive me.
“You’re such a joke, I didn’t come all this way to judge you or pour out my grievances. I came to see
my beauty again. I came because I would never wish anything bad to happen to you.” Nelly’s words cut through me. I leaned forward and
hugged her now chubby self again. “How about the baby?” I asked. “You shouldn’t have left him.” “He’s in safe hands with my mother in-law. I called Paul yesterday and told him about your call last night, he just called his mum to come and take care of the baby while I come check you out.” “Oh my God, you’re blessed dear.” I said, happy for my friend for the very first time. “You too baby.” She began to unpack the things she had bought. “By twelve thirty, I’ll call Paul so we have a video chat. He has been asking after you.” We did the video chat with Paul and later, I took time to narrate my entire ordeal of a marriage to my best friend. When I was done, she was crying
uncontrollably. She revealed how Vincent had come with his apparatus that night that made her not to settle with him. He’d almost raped her that night if not for the hotel management. She apologized for not
telling me all that earlier but swore she would have
told me if she had known I was seeing Vincent. She swore to take me with her, that I had no business with Ndola anymore. She had a return ticket waiting
for 17:45. She called to book for me too.
My discharge from the hospital was finalised and we thanked the manager of NGFM’s Place for his
hospitality and also the doctor. On our way out I
asked Nelly to hold on a bit as I saw Sabatnelly arriving the hospital for her shift. She bared that warming smile I thought could resurrect the dead. I beckoned on her to come and give me a hug. While we hugged, I removed the rings, my engagement and wedding rings, and slid them into her hand as we disengaged. “It costs a fortune. Sell it and do something nice with it.” It felt better that way. “This is your wedding ring madam?” She managed to
say amidst her confusion and surprise. “Yes darling, they don’t guarantee a great marriage, do they?”
She shook her head slowly and I patted her back and
joined Nelly. I never looked back again. The flight back to Mansa was warm and about the coziest and most fulfilling thing that ever happened to me. On arrival at the airport, Paul was waiting. After we exchanged pleasantries, he smiled and announced. “Someone is here to say welcome.” I shot him an inquisitive stare before I s₱0tted Charles who was also known as d-ckson Bwalya walking through the busy ajar glass doors.
“Did you come with Charles?” I asked Paul who shared a knowing smile with his wife. “You guys are mischievous finally.” They burst into laughter as Charles arrived and gave me a hug after a brief moment of don’t-know-what-to- do’s. I never returned to my estranged husband at least not
until the court case for a divorce commenced a few
months later. Three months into the case, he was reported to have committed suicide with a suicide note explaining his dwindling life. I quickly withdrew my court case and claimed all his properties which were left to me as his direct beneficiary. I sold off
the already waning company and other properties which he owned including the flat in which we had lived and moved to Mansa to start my pharmaceutical company. The money was
unbelievably huge, I realised, after selling off the properties. Nelly suggested we rather partnered to knock off other competitors and I quickly bought the idea. I invested half of the money in Nelly’s business
and we became 50-50 partners in a global
pharmaceutical business.
Although there was not an epilogue in the beginning
of this story, I’d beg to add a prologue…
PROLOGUE
Here in my study, finalizing the weird experience I
had in the name of marriage, as a result of my greed and hatred for what is good, my husband is here and has been, to always pat my back and cheer me up- ‘us’ if you might want to count the baby growing in,side of me now. He thinks I’m a good writer but sometimes also thinks I’m utterly awful too, such a split personality. I fondly call him Down also or d-ck,
though it sounds like a regular name but I prefer that to d-ckson which appeals to me more like a “baby d*ck” as against his huge below. I’m sure he might want to say a word or two.
Charles d-ckson:
Uhmmm, hi readers and Vincent Fly Films fans. Marriage is meant to be uhhhm……….. beautiful thing. I’m glad I have for myself the best woman ever.
Nomsa: Oh my God, he’s shy…….. I’m out……k-sses!
Charles: You’re so sweet darling.
Nomsa: Really? am happy to hear that from you d-ckson.
Vincent the writer you have done your part let the story end here “I talked to myself”.
THE END
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