Dialogue. ๐Ÿ‘„

 

A STORY TOLD IN DIALOGUE.


"What happened?!"

"What do you mean, what happened? Nothing happened."

"Where's our baby then if nothing happened? It's been 11 months now and I've been waiting."

"Err.. My mum says it's my baby as we're not technically married."

"But we agreed you should go home and tell your parents."

"No! I begged you to come with me that my parents would kill me if I told them."

"So what did you do?"

"I sorted it the best I could. I went to stay with my bigger sister, I could tell her but I couldn't tell my parents. She helped me tell them and I had the baby at her house at port harcourt. She has three sons with her husband so when I had a little boy, she was so happy for me."

"What about me? I thought we were getting married."

"Oh, those three men loading my stuff into my dads car are also interested. Personally, I like the second one. He teaches Chemical engineering at 200 levels. Everyone in his family is an engineer but he says his calling is for priesthood. He's getting ordained in two weeks and I'm changing schools. I'm going to be a mechanical engineer like his sister."

"Doesn't your dad want to see me about us?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't you talk to him about us?"

"My sister might have. I didn't."

"What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with you?!"

"Nkem, dad said you shouldn't be speaking to strangers when you're engaged."

"I am not a stranger, okay, we had a baby together!"

The stranger grips his arms together and calls out to the man sitting behind the wheel of the ML320.

For the first time in his life he realises he is in trouble and what more, he walked into it himself. They said only fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

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