You will only understand the grace of God when you have been through the worst.
I had came for the holidays at my aunt’s place five years ago. My auntie’s hubby was a lawyer, he had so many friends in the law firm and the court including Judges. One judge in particular mr Chomela was his close friend, they were close family friends. His family would visit and sometimes it would be us. Through interaction I got to meet his son who was said to be mentally ill. Him and I became friends, I saw nothing wrong in him. In my presence he behaved as a normal human being. There was nothing wrong with him. He was 18 years old and I was 14. The boy was a genius, to make matter worse he was a spoiled brat. At 18 he had two cars. We became the best of friends, he was like a big brother to me. The problem started when I made other friends. He didn’t like the idea of me making new friends. He would complain so much about my other friends. On my part it was normal for a friend to develop some kind of jealousy thus I only played with him alone. One evening I told him I was leaving for the copperbelt. He expressed his sadness, he came home the next day with his friend to pick me up. I refused to go with him but he insisted since no one was home apart from me and our maid, I sneaked out. He promised to bring me home before dark.
We drove to great north road to his father’s farm. I was so excited to go to the farm. I really wanted to see the rabbits Jason told me about . When we got there my best brother suddenly changed. He beat me up accusing me of wanting leave him. I didn’t understand what he meant. He and his friend left me at the farm and drove back to Lusaka. I spent a night alone at the farm, he came alone the next day. I was hungry, he brought some juice and bread. I quickly had the juice little did I know that he put some drugs in it. A short while after taking it, I felt dizzy. Everything was blurry, he tried to force himself on me. I don’t know how many days I spent there but he kept coming to see me. To him I was the reason life was worth living and he wasn’t willing to let go of me.
He boiled some water so as to bath me, I poured the boiling water on him, I ran away. I was met with my aunt and uncle, Jason’s friend who was with him the day he came to pick me up couldn’t hold his silence anymore. He went to my aunt and told her everything, he led them to where I was. I never saw Jason from that day, rumors had it that he died of the burns he sustained. His family, my family and the police kept the matter out of the public. His father was afraid that it would ruin his career. My father didn’t buy it. No one knows what my father did, who he talked to and how. All we know is that Mr Chomela was demoted from his position.
My parents and I went back to Mufulira, we put everything behind us and continued with our lives. My father never wanted me to come to Lusaka. That’s why he wanted me to study abroad for he never believed Jason died, no one attended his funeral. His father said they buried him in his village. My father believed Jason’s dad planned his son’s death to cover up his crime and avoid jail.
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It’s now I understand what my father said, a parent’s instincts are never wrong. Jason was alive and well all along plotting his came back.
Seeing him with Angela scared the shit out of me. This guy is capable of anything, killing is one of them. If he does anything to her, I will never be able to forgive myself. I don’t know how many people he had fooled. With his great sense of humor and charm, any girl would fall for him.
I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands around my back, I didn’t know what to do. The strength to pray run out, I felt as though I was bothering God with my problems. I saw Angela leaving the room with the psycho. Knowing I was watching everything he waved at the camera.
What have you done to her I said while hitting the TV. This guy was definitely sending a message, whatever it was. I bet myself to cooperate. My friends lives were at stake, this guy was a genius, he planned everything perfectly without anyone suspecting a thing. The thought of him entangling all my friends in his madness freaked me out. He would have them all under his charm without them knowing it. If Angela knew him to an extent of sleeping with him, it means she had known him for some time.
After what seemed like century Jason showered up.
Jason: did you enjoy the show my darling. You friend is a beast in bed.
Me: whatever it is you want with me, I will do it.
Jason: that’s what I wanted to hear.
Me: where is she? Is she okay?
Jason: don’t worry honey, she is home, safe and sound. I wouldn’t do anything to raise suspicions. All your friends are devasted about your disappearance, they are still searching for you. Francis is held up at central police in connection with your disappearance.
Me: how do you know all that.
Jason: come on I’m Angela’s boyfriend, she confides in me, I’m always extending my gratitude, helping out in search for you.
Me: you are Angela’s boyfriend? How?
Jason: I’m the guy she told you about. You were suppose to meet me over the long weekend remember?
Me: scumbag! It was you all along?
Jason: honey I have you on a silver platter. I had all this smartly well carried out.
Me: God help you.
Jason: less I forget your dearest father is in town looking for you. The only problem is that he seems to suspect something. No one believes him though, pray he doesn’t continue with his crazy theories. You will never be able to attend his funeral.
Why are you doing this! What in the world did I ever do to you? I said with tears coming down my face.
Jason: love . . . I do everything out of my love for you. You are the only one who showed me the true meaning of true love but you decided to leave me,that hurt me lot.
Me:You made a mistake of holding me captive. I truly cared for you.
Jason: I didn’t want you to leave.
Me: I was only going for a few months.
Jason: Really? I’m sorry for hurting you.
Me: it’s alright I don’t hold a grudge against you, I forgave you.
Jason: thanks honey, you are the best.
Hearing him talk about my father like that drained my strength. I had to act as fast as I could. I wasn’t going to allow him hurt my father.
The doctor brought the results, I tested positive to malaria. I was put on cortem. He advised me to sleep under a treated net.
For weeks I was good to Jason, he was so nice to me. I played my cards well. He tried to make love to me on two occasions. I lied to him the consequences of doing so as I recently had a miscarriage. He bought the story. For being a good girl I had access to movements within the house which allowed me to snoop around, had my gears ready. I spent my time reading and writing.
One night after having supper I felt pain in my stomach, I ignored it, thought it was something normal. Could it be that Jason put poison in my food? No! No! He cannot do that, I behaved myself very well to earn his trust. Jay took me to my room, he called the doctor. The doctor wasn’t around, he referred us to his friend. He texted Jay the line. No sooner he received the number than he called him. The doctor refused to come, he told Jay that he was off. Jay pleaded with him, he agreed to come. Jay sent one of his boys to go fetch him. For the first time I saw a good side of him. He was very worried.
Jason: you are going to be okay I promise. Whatever it is, we will go through it together. Just hang in there.
The pain was unbearable, the doctor was taking long to come. If Jay is so worried about me. His worry looks so genuine. It means I have another enemy in this house. The question is who could it be?
It took forever for the doctor to come. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I think the pain I felt disappeared or stopped the moment I saw him, the person who walked in was the doctor who attended to me at Levy Mwanawasa hospital. Poor me my prayer of being found was answered, the only problem is that dude didn’t recognize me. He told Jay my condition was critical, he made a few calls. He requested they take me to the nearest clinic but Jay refused. Jay and the doctor had a heated argument. Out of anger the doctor left. I cried my heart out, I felt as though God had forsaken me. The pain on the other hand was getting worse. I started throwing up yellow staff.
Jay called the maid, she was the only one who cooked food in the house. If anything sinister happened she must have been behind it. She came in as innocently as she looked Jay asked if she put anything in my food. She denied doing anything of sort. I remarked on the day this woman said she would help me. Is this the help she talked about? Why would she want to kill me?
She begged Jason to forget about me and go back to South Africa. “You have a whole life ahead of you, this obsession with this girl has to end.” Jay was very furious hearing her say those words. He gave her a hot slap.” I know you did something, you are the only one who is found in the kitchen.” The woman cried ” you slapped me, do you even know why I have always supported your nonsense?”. “I don’t wish to know just pray this girl gets better, I pay you for whatever job you do for me. We all know thats what makes you stick around.”
Will the two of you stop arguing and help me. Jay run to the kitchen to bring some milk. The woman stood in the corner looking at me with so much hate. She sobbed as she talked to herself.
you are the only problem that ever occurred to my son. He was okay until you came in his life. You are not a mother so you can’t understand a thing.
What in the world was this woman talking about? I swear if I tell you the drama in a Nigerian movie is less compared to the drama in my life. You would laugh your lungs out.
“What are you talking about?”
“You are the reason my son is like this. You and his father ruined him.”
“Woman what are you talking about?” I have met Jason’s mother before, quit lying you are not his mother.
“You know nothing, just keep quiet.”
Jason came back with a glass of milk. He turned to face the maid. He wanted to hit her but I stopped him.
Me: Jason this woman here claims to be your mother.
Jason: what did you say? Mwila did you hear yourself. This woman is not my mother.
Me: please listen to whatever she has to say.
Jason: stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you.
“Jason I’m your real mother, that woman who raised you as your mother is not your real mother.” the woman said.
“Shut up you barren woman, you think i don’t your story. You should be grateful to my mother. She took you in and took care of you.”
“They took me a long time ago, your mother was not able to conceive, she asked me for a favor.”
“You are crazy woman.” Shut up!!!
“Jason mr Chomela and I are your parents. We kept it as a secret so no one knows.”
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“Son I have nothing to loose, I have stayed with you all this while. I stayed by your side as a mother should.”
“You are insane! You are crazy!”
I failed to adjust to what was going on. I assumed it was all a bad dream. How I found myself entangled in other people’s issues. Only God knows. Jay and his estranged mother were arguing. Minutes later I heard gun shots.
!Mwila Mwila! I heard Lulu’s voice calling after me. . .