Billonaire's Vengeance

inner before Her Majesty strayed in there. Apart from her dressing, there was one other thing that pissed everyone off in the family – her promiscuous lifestyl

te suds around her mouth when she cam

ng,” she gr

ng how was

ged with a deep sigh as if she wanted to tell me something bad

some days, maybe till

emanded folding my arms an

l assignment,” she whispe

journey…are you go

With that she tiptoed into the kitchen, while the transparent night gown swept past her. Watching her lean on the door frame brought back thoughts of my mother’s

holding a tray containing a cup of hot tea, two fried eggs, a tin of evaporated milk, some slices of bread, a jar of hon

a smile across her lips, which was

y sit four adults around it. Right now only Boma and I sat opposite each other, while the sun seemed to be slow in rising.

I spoke in the softest tone I could muster, while she spread margarine an apricot jam on two slices of bre

pping a cup of tea at intervals. “I’ve told you times without num

r…we are the only children she’s ever got in her entire life, and y

she was eating. For a second, I tried to imagine how this twenty-five year old lady’s face would look like with a slap on her face, and the subsequent effect on he

tle or nothing with regards to that amount,” I whispered t

her face was beautiful, with or without makeup, and wondered w

off my phone?” I asked her

sed her teaspoon to squeeze the teabag into her teacup The

e ‘nonchalant’ nature of his patient’s children – both of us, or would I say Tonye and Boma.” She downed the remaining tea and smack

ble in front of me, before going to clear where she ate. When she’d arranged everything on the tray, she pushe

ds concerning her medical expenses. Even a madman knows that the sudden disappearance of all Dad’s money isn’t ordinary, if not both of us know what the hospital bill

the ground as she continu

ards me, looked at me with a deep sigh and walked into the kitchen. After washing up her breakfast ‘implements,’ she was placing the teaspoon in it

, I sta

Mr Tamunotonye…Ibi

stammer

itched off?” the female voi

e.” I felt very bad for lying to whoever it was at the other end, as I

ucted me to tell you that she would love to see

r was about to happen the moment she ended the call, but didn’t know when. Nurses and doctors always seemed to be unperturbed and confident, even if they were handling a very hopeless case. For a mo

fter the call, staring at the window, until my sister

friend?” she asked fe

eds money for an abortion,

to me while she made a phone call, probably to a taxi driver. “It

International Airport before t

, I g

s looked smoky like firewood that had just been doused. Her silver earrings on the other hand were made of two circles each, possessing a different size and rotated whenever she shook her head. Her lips and fin

erything inside when you try to sit

ncern, but I’m only

ced me, showing little or no concern for the question I’d just asked. She lifted her handbag and held it stylishly with her right arm as she carried the bi

in door and soon stopped with

he said in a low voice. “I knew you won’t collect it if I gave i

t were presently adorning her eyes. My straying mind soon snapped back to reality as the door she opened to step outside and mee