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True Fear II: The Darkness Before Dawn


True Fear II: The Darkness Before Dawn


The woman took one look at him and screamed.


Screaming women are not exactly a strange occurrence in Nigeria. Actually, there is a whole lot for women to scream about around these parts, both in happiness and otherwise. What made the whole situation, well….weird, is the fact that this was a wife who was screaming at the sight of her husband.


In the morning.


He had known Henrietta since NYSC days. They had met at the park in Jos, and they were headed to the same Nasarawa camp. Talking throughout the journey – they were fast friends by the time they got to the camp. One year later, they were best buddies. Romance had not occurred to either one of them then.


But as it is with life and related stuff, they somehow found their love lives intertwining and then, one fateful night after watching Stop Loss at the Galleria, he had suddenly kissed her, expecting to be slapped or something more dramatic. But after her initial hesitation, her lips had clung to his and she sagged in his arms. They just took it from there.


That was five years ago and they had been married for three of those years. And while she had her faults and flaws – same as everybody else, and they had no children yet, she was a wonderful wife to Innocent.


They loved each other.


So it is therefore understandable. Innocent’s reaction, that is.


His jaw became unhinged literally. As in, it left the safety of his mouth and dropped. It fell, hit his chest, bounced and returned to its original position, closing with a soft ‘click’.


“What is it?” he asked the woman who was looking at him as though he had worms growing out of his ears. He started forward, intending to reach and hold her – but she screamed a few decibels louder, running a red-hot suya rod through his already-burdened hot-fufu-laden-brain and effectively halting his advance. Her scream was a keening sound that tore at the fabric of his sense with jagged iron teeth.


“Stop! Henrietta, for the love of God, STOP!” he yelled, convinced his head was going to fall off. The loud scream was cut off as abruptly as power supply, and the woman stood in the doorway, cowering in fear. “What is wrong with you?” Innocent asked.


Voice trembling and vibrating as though she was talking into a working fan, the woman answered, “W…what do you want?”


“What do I want?” Innocent replied stupidly, blinking like a frog suddenly caught at the edge of a pool. “What do I want?” he said again.


“Is it money?” the trembling woman asked. “Is it…” she shook her head as the words stuck in her throat. “Please, please just don’t hurt me,” she said from slumped position against the door.


Innocent reached her in three strides, grabbed and shook her fiercely. “Are you crazy? Henrietta, are you mad?!”


The woman pushed him away from her and backed out of the room, well-developed bosom heaving. “Who are you?! How did you get in here? What are you doing in my husband’s towel…and…and how do you know my name?”


Like the way a high-powered fan blows away clouds of Raid and other related things – her words blew away the fumes of alcohol that hung around his brain. His knees trembled and threatened to spill him on all fours – but he ignored that and stared at his wife.


“Henrietta….?” his words ended in the air like the plaintive wail of an abandoned puppy. The woman, a bit calmer held the towel against her body and asked again.


“Who are you?”


22 responses

  1. you have a nack for suspense and great short stories, you certainly got me on this one. looking forward to the next piece!

    May 2, 2013 at 6:39 am

    • Thank you Titi!

      We won’t disappoint, God willing!

      May 2, 2013 at 6:40 am

  2. @BankyB02

    Seun O! Suspense again! *whew*

    May 2, 2013 at 6:46 am

    • Em…

      No vex ma. I think say you go like am!

      May 2, 2013 at 7:17 am

  3. Nneka

    Seun! Come back here! Come and finish this story o! Please! Or else I’d be racking my brain all weekend!! Haba wa! Kilode? O fe pa mi ni o! This is spine chilling!

    May 2, 2013 at 7:07 am

    • *runs away fast*

      See you soon maaaaaa!

      May 2, 2013 at 8:22 am

  4. Ene Abah

    Waiting eagerly for the next part, good writing!

    May 2, 2013 at 7:44 am

  5. Kiru Taye

    Great intrigue. I’m on tenterhooks!

    May 2, 2013 at 10:00 am

  6. Can’t wait for the next part!

    May 2, 2013 at 11:11 am


    May 2, 2013 at 2:34 pm

    • I’m on my way ma’am!

      Hehehehehe! Thanks!

      May 2, 2013 at 3:57 pm

  8. LOL.

    You do realize we literally didn’t move one inch from part one? She screamed in part one. She’s still screaming in part two.

    My parents would be utterly disappointed in me if I die from hypertension and over-thinking, so, er, I shall not dwell on this . . .

    *sigh* My heart. It is weak.

    May 2, 2013 at 2:39 pm

    • Nope. Read again.

      She screamed in part one. We found out why in part two.

      Hehehe! Stick around!

      May 2, 2013 at 3:56 pm

  9. Interesting.Nice suspense.

    May 2, 2013 at 4:08 pm

  10. Haba! This one is too much oh. Which kain suspense be all this?! Ok, its official. I’m HOOKED!

    May 2, 2013 at 10:00 pm

    • Thank you Malcolm. Thank you so much!

      May 3, 2013 at 4:12 pm

  11. Okay…part one was warm, this is hotter because you bypassed hot;lol
    You want to milk this one don’t you Mr Odukoya?
    A whole lot for women to scream about in these parts you say huh? I’d like to hear the happy ones winks!
    You always dish a mean prose buddy, next feed please!

    May 3, 2013 at 3:30 am

    • Thank you ma’am.

      I’m just going as the story leads!

      May 3, 2013 at 4:13 pm

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