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Refuge: Chapter 8

Posted on 30/10/2018

Staying annoyed was not a luxury Eli could afford. In this foreign land where Zoey was the only familiar face, separating himself even mentally would be foolish. He needed Zoey. Also, the fact that she kept digging her bony elbow into his side made futile his attempt to ignore her.

But he tried, for as long as possible, to keep his attention elsewhere. The ride was long and despite the AC blasting, Eli palmed the sweat from his face and rubbed against his thigh. He blamed it on the stifling heat permeating through the car metal and shifted in his chair.

The conversation in the car went on without him, Aunt Sophie filling Zoey in on her cousin’s wedding preparations. He picked up a few words of cathedral and coral beads but watched the scenes with Aunt Sophie’s warnings playing as a soundtrack.

Foilage collided into disjointed buildings that ran for a mile before tapering off to open land. He’d seen it for miles now since they left the airport. The dichotomy of the filthy rich and devastingtly poor existing together on the same dusty road wasn’t reserved to Lagos. He’d seen it many times driving with his brother Clement. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand how slums and mansions sandwiched between them could co-exist.

Miles later, the sun retreated as darkness fell over the bustling city. Only shadows and well-lit buildings remained and the traffic had eased away to only the Zoey’s welcoming entourage trucking along a smooth narrow road.

Eli suddenly sat up, spotting at the outline of a building resembling a temple in the near distance. “Is that…?”

Zoey leaned forward suddenly. “It’s a mansion.”

From the disdain in her tone, Eli glanced down at her. “Yours looks different?”

She frowned. “I don’t have a mansion.”

“But your parents do.” Eli arched a brow. “Am I prying?”

“There’s no sense in hiding who you are, Zoey dear,” Aunt Sophie interjected. “Not when we’re barely a kilometer from your father’s place. To answer your question, Eli, not many can live in this area. Real-estate here is in the billions.”

“Aunty, please.”

Eli barely registered the strain in Zoey’s voice and gaped at the well-lit homes built along the road. His sister-in-law Geri would salivate at the chance to decorate any of the grand architectural houses.

Cyrus turned the corner and the bright headlights of the Mercedez illuminated the street, revealing cars parked on either side of the road.

Aunty Sophie burst into laughter. “You can’t take the bush out of our people, no matter how far removed from the village we say we are. Do they think this is Olomo road?”

“Wow,” was Zoey’s only reply.

Eli pulled down the glass to peer out the window. The end of the narrow paved street came to a point where an elaborate metal gate barred further passage. Above the gate took his breath away. It was like a scene in a blockbuster movie; the kind where the camera pans out to display the tall and thick white columns that stood two stories tall, big grand windows beaming with light from activity inside and shadowed palm trees swaying in the breeze. If the camera panned further back, it would scan the acres of land that stretched for miles–vast landspace boasting of the owner’s wealth. Zoey’s wealth.

“Eli, we are hosting a door-knocking,” Aunty Sophie’s voice interjected Eli’s rampant thoughts. “That’s why there are so many people here.”

He could only nod, taking stock of the massive building before him. No doubt the mansion housed many rooms.

Zoey nudged his arm. “Ready?”

Though he couldn’t see her face, he imagined the hesitant smile there. She seemed to look more apologetic since they boarded their flight in London. It didn’t make him feel any better knowing that she somehow felt uncomfortable around him. He’d never been one to feel inferior about his status in life; his siblings were proud and grateful for their upbringing, and even his maternal grandmother wasn’t poor.

Being a middle-class American or a college dropout had never been a source of shame for him… he had his own life to live, and even though he wasn’t an engineer like Abe or even a missionary like Clement, Eli was proud of what he’d accomplished.

So why did he suddenly feel like the walls of the car were closing in on him?

The car stopped in front of the gate and a slender man stepped out, squinting at the bright headlights as he approached the car.

Aunt Sophie laughed and stepped out of the car. Cyrus did also, giving the young couple a brief time to themselves while they greeted the man.

Zoey’s fingers curved around his arm and clutched him a bit too tight. He frowned. Was she nervous? “You okay?”

“I haven’t been home in a while,” Zoey replied, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t know what to expect.”

Eli was quiet. If she was this nervous about seeing her family, how did she expect him to feel about meeting them for the first time? The thought of her family staring at him with critical, scornful expressions was what nightmares were made of.


He shook out of the thought instantly. Zoey only ever called him by his full name when she got serious or cross with him. He glanced down. “Hmm?”

“Promise me you won’t think differently of me or regret coming here after we go inside.”

The silence that followed stretched longer than she liked and Zoey’s eyes scanned his shrouded features, wishing she could read his expression. “Eleazar, answer me please.”

“That sounds ominous.”

Outside the car, Aunty Sophie’s laughter grew louder.

She pressed fingers into his skin. “Just answer, please.”

“I can’t promise that, Zo. You barely gave me any time to adjust.”

Zoey could imagine Nwando’s smug expression and shoved it clear from her mind. She scooted closer to Eli. “I was worried that you wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what?”

“My family.” Zoey heaved a sigh. “I never asked for this.”

“No one ever does. Not everyone gets to choose their family.”

There was something in his voice–she could only decipher it as pain from the contentious battle between his adopted family and his maternal grandmother about his wellbeing.

Zoey sighed again. “I can’t even begin to understand what you’ve gone through, Eli. But know that I didn’t mean to hurt you by keeping this a secret. It’s just not part of me. I’m not some spoiled-rich girl.” She wrinkled her nose even as she said that.

For years, she’d tried and failed at separating her parents’ reputation and status from her. For once in her life, she’d almost succeeded in America to be just a normal girl with normal aspirations and a normal relationship without questioning whether people approached her for what she carried, not what her parents owned. Eli was more than she’d asked for, and she didn’t want to lose that just because of her family’s increasingly-flamboyant lifestyle.

“I didn’t even know they renovated,” she snapped in annoyance. “I just don’t understand the need for all this space. My parents are empty-nesters, for goodness’ sake!”

Eli draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “You don’t need to make excuses, Zo. I get it. Your parents are rich. So what?”

Zoey wished she could believe in his sudden bravado. But he’d only met Aunt Sophie, the tamest of her family members.

A rap at her window made her glance over.

“No fraternizing,” Aunt Sophie said in a mock-serious tone. “Let’s go. Khalid and the others will bring in our stuff. Khalid, remember Zoey?” She opened Zoey’s door and gestured for the young couple to exit.

“Ah, of course now,” the young man from inside replied. “No be small thing, our little madam don reach home. Little Madam, you’re welcome o.”

Zoey smiled gently, accepting the warm greeting of her father’s long-time chauffeur. The headlights illuminated his face, revealing the deep markings on his cheeks and his dark lips. At least some things stayed the same. “Thanks Khalid.” She scooted out of the car and stepped to the side so Eli could exit also.

“She’s not so little anymore,” Aunty Sophie corrected fondly, tucking an arm under Zoey’s and tugging her toward the gate. “Khalid, this is Zoey’s friend from America.”

Zoey glanced over her shoulder as Khalid greeted Eli warmly. She smiled, grateful for at least one welcoming response. Hopefully, Nwando was waiting for them inside. She dug on her heels, waiting for Eli who trailed behind Khalid toward the trunk of the SUV.

Aunty Sophie clucked her tongue. “Eli, leave the bags. They’ll get it.” She then pulled Zoey forward. “You two better leave that independent we-can-do-everything-for-ourselves stuff out here. Don’t give your mom’s sisters reasons to talk. Especially Aunty Nneoma.”

Aunty Nneoma was Paula’s mother and a constant source of annoyance for her mother. The two, since childhood, had always found reasons to fight about any and everything. Even in their mid-fifties, they still argued like enemies and competed about everything possible. No doubt Aunty Nneoma would tease about Zoey taking over the housemaids’ duties.

Zoey tamped a sigh and a groan. Maybe coming home wasn’t one of her great ideas.

“Zoey, you and Eli go inside first. Just remembered something.” She nudged Eli forward and hurried back to Cyrus’ side. “Hey, Khalid, one sec!”

Reaching for and clutching Eli’s hand, Zoey led the way to the front door of a house she didn’t recognize–a house most likely rebuilt to fulfill her mother’s obsession of one-upping her younger sister.

Laughter and music could be heard on the other side of the door. Zoey drew in a breath and released it slowly.

Eli squeezed her hand and in that brief moment, Zoey knew she had her answer. Eli was with her, no matter what stood on the other side of the door. Even with his warranted reluctance, he was here and would be here even till the end of the trip.

She looked up at him with a smile, grateful he was here.

The door flung open. “Finally!” A beaming Nwando, dressed in colorful native, stood on the other side. “Get in here!”

Zoey and Eli were ushered inside, and Nwando shut the door. “Aunty, Uncle!” she bellowed over the party noise. She then grabbed Zoey’s hand from Eli’s, breaking the hold. “Zoey’s home!”

Zoey felt herself being dragged away from Eli and towards the living room where her family awaited her arrival. She glanced over her shoulder to where Eli stood by the door. “Nwa–”

“I got him,” Nwando interjected, nudging her forward. “Your folks are here to see you first and foremost. Right now’s not the time to introduce your American boyfriend. Stealing Aunty Nneoma’s spotlight is not advisable.”

Zoey sighed. She didn’t want to delay the meeting between Eli and her parents, but knew that this wasn’t quite the time for family introductions. Her gaze swept over Nwando’s face. “What would I do without you?”

“Very little,” Nwando winked. “Don’t worry, he’ll mingle with the other hundred guests in the room. Paula’s uni friends are here too. There’s one oyinbo girl your brother’s been eying since morning. Go hug your mom, she’s not been happy about any of this. I’ll go get Lover boy.” She laughed and turned away to retrieve Eli.

Zoey watched Nwando go, wishing she could go with her.

“Is that my Zobo baby?”

Zoey plastered a smile on her face and turned to greet the woman dressed extravagantly. “Aunty Nneoma. Congratulations–!” She grunted as her mother’s younger sister enveloped her into a bear hug.

“Nawa o,” her aunty sing-songed, drawing back to inspect her niece from head to toe. Her painted brows furrowed. “What’s going on, are you losing weight?”

Zoey refrained from rolling her eyes. Her clothes from before she left Nigeria still fit perfectly. “No Aunty. I still look the same.”

“Look at you, all skin and bones.” Aunty Nneoma clucked her tongue in disapproval, hands squeezing Zoey’s arms. “Enh-heh, I would’ve thought America would fatten you up small. Welcome home, my darling!” Draping an arm around Zoey’s shoulders, she led her around the partition wall to the living room.

“Thank you, Aunty—!” Zoey drew in a breath as she took in the scene before her. There were people everywhere, everyone dressed in their best native attire. The living room stretched almost six feet south, with extravagant furnishings and even two sparkling golden chandeliers on the ceiling. She wanted to ask Aunty Nneoma if this wasn’t her home instead, but didn’t have a chance to.

“Zoey’s home!” Aunty Nneoma announced above the lounge music playing, and all eyes faced the front. They all cheered at once, some she knew well—cousins and even old classmates she hadn’t seen since primary school—rushing forward to greet her. It seemed her parents had invited everyone they’d ever known to her cousin’s wedding festivities. And all she could think about, in the midst of all the cheering and overly-enthusiastic greetings, was Eli being overwhelmed by it all.

Around the corner, Eli and Nwando stood witnessing the extravagance of Zoey’s welcome and the grand display of wealth in one scene.

Nwando then placed a hand on Eli’s shoulder, drawing his attention to her. She smiled a gentle smile that held some sympathy. “Welcome to Nigeria, our boyfriend.”

Eli would’ve laughed if not the butterflies waging war in his stomach.

<<Chapter 7 || Chapter 9>>


Samina’s Chance: Chapter 4

Posted on 23/02/2015


Ezekiel Dames whistled to the off-beat singing from the two girls in the backseat. He glanced at the rear-view mirror, pausing at his whistling.

“Beulah, stay in your seat,” he said firmly.

“Yes Papa,” Beulah answered meekly before they continued their excited cheering.

They were on their way to his parents’ home and he couldn’t wait for the long journey to be over.

“Papa?” Beulah’s voice invaded his thoughts.

He glanced at the mirror again, smirking at her toothy smile. “Hmm?”

“I’m hungry.”

Ezekiel looked down at the blinking numbers over the radio. “Honey, can you wait a few minutes? We’re almost there.”

“Okay Papa,” the girl answered sweetly.

The surprised father’s eyes shot back to the mirror, noting now that Beulah snuggled against her older sister’s shoulder. He grinned when Adelaide raised a questioning brow at him and winked at her. She shrugged her unoccupied shoulder, a small smile lifting the corner of her mouth.

With a sigh of relief, Ezekiel focused his attention on the road ahead.

“Grappa!” Beulah shrieked excitedly an hour later as Ezekiel pulled their dark-blue sedan onto the driveway of his parents’ home. She pressed her face against the window, waving at the older dark-skinned man standing on the lawn, totting a folded colorful umbrella and a canvas bag.

Ezekiel smiled warmly as Jeremiah, his father, looked up with a wide grin.

“Hold on,” Ezekiel instructed both daughters, Beulah tugging at the door handle. Thank goodness for the child-lock in the rented car. Shaking his head, he put the car in park behind an unknown blue Honda-CRV and stepped out. “Hey dad,” he called to Jeremiah, walking around the car to let out his jittery youngest daughter.

“You made it in time,” Jeremiah replied heartily, waving at his two grand-daughters. He lowered to his knees as his youngest granddaughter hopped out of her seat and skipped into his arms. “Oof!” he wrapped his arms about her small body and closed his eyes, breathing her warm scent. How he’d missed this two.

His eyes opened to watch the older of the two girls step out behind her father, standing with hands folded in front of her. Jeremiah raised a thick brow and gestured her forward.

Adelaide ducked her head shyly and shuffled to Jeremiah who tugged at her arm and pulled her into a hug. Ezekiel watched with a rueful expression as his daughter’s furrowed brow and how she wrapped a hesitant arm around her grandfather’s shoulders.

Chagrined, Ezekiel rubbed the back of his neck. In his poor attempt to keep things ‘normal’ with the girls, he’d chosen to remain in Washington despite his parents’ urging, not wanting to lose Winsome’s faded memory. Holding back a sigh, he walked to the trunk and propped it open. “Where’s Mom?”

“She’s in the kitchen,” Jeremiah replied, standing to his feet. “With your aunt Dee.”

Ezekiel’s hands stilled on the bags in his trunk.

“Come on girls, let’s go inside and greet Grandma,” Jeremiah said without glancing once at his son and ushered his granddaughters in the house.

Peering over his shoulder to stare at the blue Jeep, Ezekiel’s brow furrowed deep in thought. It’d been more than three years since he’d let himself think about Samina and her family.

Ezekiel shook his head to clear his wandering thoughts. The sound of little Beulah squealing in delight as she greeted her grandmother pulled Ezekiel from the car and he hurried inside to greet his mother and her best friend, Auntie Deidre “Dee” Wells.

Samina tried not to focus on the ruckus outside, her insides twisted in knots as she glued her attention on the roasting sweet potatoes in front of her. The sun bore down on her bare neck but she barely noticed it, glaring at the stacked food while her mind wandered

“You know staring them down won’t make them cook faster,” her father, Gabriel, whispered at her ear.

Samina jolted from her reverie and snatching the fork, immediately regretting it as the hot metal seared her palm. Hissing, she dropped the fork and winced as it clattered to the floor. “Sorry…” she mumbled as her father chuckled and bent to pick it up.

“You okay?” Gabriel asked, dark eyes dancing with amusement as he handed her the fork.

She forced herself to nod and averted her gaze. “I’m fine.” Stepping back, the back of her legs hit the cooler, invoking her father’s raised brow. “I’ll be back,” Samina mumbled and shuffled up the deck stairs to the kitchen door.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Karen breathed, pushing an empty glass pan and griddle in her hand. “Can you make the cheesecake? I gotta go.”

Samina scowled, pushing it back into her sister’s hands. “I have to go too.”

Karen narrowed her eyes at her sister. “You weren’t thinking to leave me to do this, were you?”

Samina looked around, brow furrowed. “Where’s Mom?”

“Aunty Sheena’s house,” Karen replied, pressing the griddle and pan into Samina’s side.

Samina ducked under Karen’s hands and stepped around the counter. “Why?”

Karen rolled her eyes, dumping the pan onto the counter. “Catching up—who cares? I have to go.”

“Catching up for what? They just saw each other on Sunday?” Samina frowned as her sister started for the door. “Hey! I have somewhere to be in two hours.”

“I’ll be back before then,” Karen called over her shoulder, pulling her purse from the couch. “Don’t tell Mom or Dad.”

Samina’s shoulders sagged in defeat at the sound of the door slamming behind Karen. Glowering at the griddle and pan, she snatched them in her hands just as the front door swung open.

Her eighteen-year-old brother, Obadiah, staggered in lugging a cooler full of ice and cold drinks.

Lowering it to the floor by the fridge, he nodded a silent greeting and turned when the back door sprang open and their father peeped inside. “Where’s your bro—oh, Obad, come give me a hand.”

“Coming,” Obadiah spun on his heels and strode past Gabriel onto the deck.

Gabriel raised a brow at Samina’s pout. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing…” Samina shook her head.  “Just thinking to change up the cheesecake recipe a little.”

“Don’t change it too much.” Gabriel smirked. “Your Uncle Jere’ll complain for days.”

She gave him a shy smile, knowing how much Uncle Jeremiah raved of her baking and put in a standing order for the cheesecake at every party. “I won’t…”

He tilted his head to study her. “Something tells me it’s more than just the cheesecake—” he halted, glancing behind him. “Son, use the tongs!” He scoffed and closed the door on his rebuke, leaving Samina to stare at the door.

Glancing once at the clock, Samina heaved a sigh before toting the glass pan to the refrigerator.

Sheena smiled wistfully, watching Ezekiel cuddle with a sleeping Beulah  on the couch. Adelaide propped her head against her father’s shoulder, lips parted in sleep. What a precious sight they made and her heart warmed. Her smile widened when Ezekiel stifled a yawn to wake.

“Long drive, hmm?”

Disoriented, Ezekiel blinked at his mother before giving her a weary smile. “I didn’t know you were back…” he said in a soft voice so as not to wake the girls.

She nodded, leaning against the doorpost separating the living room from the main hall. “It was fun. Wish you and the girls could’ve come.” She rubbed her arms. “But Dee told them you were tired from the long trip.”

He nodded, his heart stirring with slight regret at having missed the family picnic. “I’d have stopped by if I’d known…” Ezekiel stifled another yawn, blinking the sleep away. “How is… everyone?”

“Fine. We were just catching up.” She grinned when Adelaide snuggled closer to her father’s side. “So precious.”

“Thank you…” Ezekiel muttered, although he couldn’t take credit for the sweet-faced beauties. A pang of sadness came over him at the image of his wife’s bright smile.

Sheena noticed the faraway look on Ezekiel’s face and sighed. “We all miss her terribly. Winsome was such a sweetheart.”

Her son could only nod, his fingers stroking Beulah’s arm curled under his.

Pushing away from the arch, Sheena walked over to him with her arms open. “Why don’t we take them to the room upstairs?” At Ezekiel’s hesitance, she gently untucked Beulah’s arm from his and slung it over her shoulder.

Quietly, the two of them managed to carry both girls up to the room she’d prepared for them.

Ezekiel was speechless as he stared at the room he’d once called his own. “Wow…” he murmured when Sheena stepped away from the sleeping children now tucked in his old bed, decorated in pink and purple frilly things. “Everything looks different.”

Sheena grinned proudly at her handiwork. “Your dad helped… And of course, Sam lent her expertise.” She smiled wider. “Everyone’s so happy you’re back home.”

His smile waned a little. There was still much to be done and even the warm reception of his family and old friends could not ease his anxiety. “It’s really nice, Mom,” he mumbled. “Thank you.”

She reached up to pat his cheek gently, her gaze affectionate over his features.

Ezekiel noticed the glimmer in her eyes and reached up to cover her hand with his.

“You’re doing a good job with them, Zeke,” Sheena insisted gently. “Trust me…”

He averted his eyes, focusing on the sleeping girls cuddled together. “It doesn’t feel like that.”

“You just need some help, that’s all.” Sheena squeezed his arm. “That’s why your father and I are here for you.” When Ezekiel turned to envelop her in a hug, her heart broke a little, having missed holding him. “You’ll be just fine,” she whispered against his sleeve, urging herself not to cry in front of him or the children.

Later on, Ezekiel watched over his sleeping daughters before sneaking downstairs to settle on the makeshift bed in the study. His steps down the darkened hallway slowed to a stop at the sound of his mother’s laughter coming from the kitchen.

“How did it go? It’s too bad we didn’t get to see Sam. Jere’s been raving of the new recipe…”

Ezekiel’s ears twitched subconsciously at the mention of Samina, his childhood friend.

“Aw I bet she’s excited, with the wedding and all the preparations…”

He leaned against the wall separating the kitchen from the hallway, ears perked in attention.

“Planning the wedding will surely keep her busy,” Sheena continued, a smile in her voice. “Tell her congratulations and if she needs any help, she shouldn’t hesitate to ask.” Then she giggled again. “Alright lady, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Ezekiel turned away to the study and slowly perched on the futon, listening to his mother’s slow footsteps on the other side of the wall. Numb, he leaned back into the soft cushion and stared up at the ceiling. Samina was getting married, finally. He should be happy for her, Ezekiel insisted. Yet for reasons he couldn’t explain, the news of her upcoming nuptials only left him unsettled for the rest of the night.

<<Chapter 3 || Chapter 5>>


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