Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17
âŠâŠâŠCURTIS’S POVâŠâŠâŠ.
The sun was high up in the sky, and the day was hot, as merciless as hell. With an empty bucket that had once occupied fritters, I trekked home from town. I was only 13 years old by then. I arrived home and sat on one of the Morris chairs. My stepmother from hell appeared.
âHave you sold all my fritters?â
No âhelloâ? I noted.
âYeah,â I groaned.
She clicked her tongue as was her habit and extended her right palm. âMoney, please.â
I wanted to say, âas if I donât know thatâs why Iâm still here. To act as your errand boy.â but that would earn me forced fasting for at least two days so I kept my mouth shut and just handed my stepmother Bester her money.
She counted it as if her life depended on the counting. âA K2âs missing.â
âI was thirsty, maâam, so I bought water.â
She glared down at me. âThe next time you spend my money without asking for my permission, youâll curse the day you were born, stupid boy.â with that, she scuffled out of the living room.
Sometimes I developed thoughts of maybe hitting her but I felt sorry for her especially now that she was pregnant.
I shook my head in dismay and went to my tiny excuse for a bedroom where I sat on my worn out mattress and got a notebook where I began scribbling stuff. I always wrote down my emotions whenever I was feeling low and it kind of helped so I developed a habit of jotting down my feelings in a notebook. See I was an only child of a late woman who had died seconds after giving birth to me. For the first six years of my life, I lived with my dad who worked as a part time mechanic in town. Dad wasnât the best dad in the world but I wasnât complaining. And now things just had to get sour when he married the Bester woman. At first, she played a kind mum but became as wicked as Jezebel a few months later. Sheâd been mean for the next six years or so and now that she was finally pregnant, she became as mean as hell.
At 13, I was luckily in grade 8 and at least dad made certain I attended classes and Iâd be forever grateful to him for that.
Well to cut a long story short, Bester gave birth to a baby boy and she continued treating me like trash for the next two years but I endured all that she was throwing at me because complaining to dad about her mistreatment had proved futile.
âBe a man, Curtis. Men donât whine!â he would chastise whenever I tried to pour my heart out to him so yeah, I had no option but to endure Besterâs wicked ways.
I was 15 years old and in grade 10 when an accident occured at the garage where dad worked. He had been under a truck working on God knows what when the truck collapsed on him, killing him instantly.
I was hurt to realize that I was now a double orphan but Dadâs death didnât hurt me much because him and I had never been close anyway. But hell, I was going to miss the old man, he was my father after all.
âI donât care what you have to say. All I know is that this Curtis child is leaving this house, period. Heâs not related to me so donât expect me to take care of a dead womanâs child aini,â it was the one and only Bester speaking. Weâd just buried Dad and now there was a meeting between Bester and Dadâs only surviving relative that I knew, his brother uncle Albert.
Uncle Albert said, âAs if Iâd even leave him in your care, you Jezebel. Heaven knows how bad youâve treated this boy but I can assure you God will punish you one day.â
âWhatever,â Bester snapped. âYou can take your precious nephew and get the hell out of my house. And by the way, your brother was as poor as a retard so thereâs nothing Curtis nor you is getting from this house. Everything in this house belongs to my son and I.â
âYeah, you can keep all the little assets, madam.â
âThank you. Now get out of my house, please.â
Thatâs how uncle Albert took me in. He lived in a three bedroomed house in Luangwa with his 10-year-old daughter. Uncle Albert was kind enough to continue sponsoring my education.
Since it was mostly only Diana, thatâs his daughterâs name, and me at home, she and I bonded pretty quick and we became more friends than cousins. Well uncle Afredâs career required him to leave town a lot so he was out of town when something tragic happened one night. I had gone out to buy some stuff at the market and had left Diana preparing supper at home. Yeah, she already knew how to cook in spite of her tender age.
So whilst at the market, I met a friend of mine and as him and I were catching up, I lost track of time. It was past 21:00hrs when I finally went home and I was shocked to find Diana lying in a pool of blood on the living room floor, writhing and crying out in pain.
âWhat.. What happened here?â I even dreaded asking the question as I rushed to pick Diana from the floor.
âIt was uncle Chanda,â she sobbed. âHe.. He forced.. himself on me.â
I felt my world come crushing down on me. How could her late motherâs cousin do this to Diana? I rushed outside with Diana in my arms and hailed for a taxi. I then asked the driver to drive us to Kabwe Central Police Station where I lodged a complaint and then Diana was rushed to the hospital after that.
When uncle Albert retained, he was furious!
âI am utterly disappointed in you, Curtis. I left my daughter in your care and you let such a horrendous thing happen to her? Iâll never forgive you for this. In fact, I want you to leave my house as soon as possible as seeing your face everyday might push me to do something to you that I might later regret.â
âBut daddy, it wasnât his fault.â defended Diana.
âDee,â uncle took her hand in his. âIt was his fault. So was it that Chandaâs. I promise Chanda will pay for this even if thatâs the last thing I have to do in my life!â
I left uncleâs house with no money nor any plans of where to go. The next many months found me doing all sorts of piece work and I managed to rent a one roomed house and pay for my school fees. By the time I completed my grade twelve with satisfactory points, Diana had physically and mentally healed from the ordeal that sheâd gone through two years back thanks to a psychiatrist sheâd been seeing. Chanda was still missing in action and uncle Albert was still mad at me so he wanted to have nothing to do with me.
A few months after Iâd completed school, I heard they were hiring people to work in the mines in Mufulira so I grabbed the opportunity and went to Mufulira where I began staying. For the next 8 years, I worked in the mines and sustained a decent living. But in these eight years, I was no longer jotting down my emotions but writing a novel. I had a dream that I would one day publish it. Even though I didnât know how Iâd do that.
Even though I wrote about romance and mystery in the novel, my romantic life was pathetic as I changed girls like clothes. My good looks came as an added bonus. Speaking of changing girls like clothes, I met a girl named Lisa at a friendâs party and she and I had a one night stand.
Three months down the line, she informed me she was carrying my child.
âLisa,â I said to her. âIâm sorry but I think the best option is to get rid of the child. I mean, you and I literally know nothing about one another, we are practically strangers! How are we going to raise a kid together? Besides, Iâm not ready to become a father.â
âAnd Iâm not ready to become a mother either, Curtis. So I guess abortionâs the best option.â
âThank you.â
My happiness was short lived as Lisa gave me a phone call to say she had decided to keep the pregnancy.
âThatâs great, honey,â I sarcastically told her. âBut please count me out. As far as Iâm concerned, Iâm not having any baby so youâll act as both the babyâs mother and father I guess.â
âI can do that.â
âGreat.â
That was the last time I had heard from Lisa. A week after that phone call, I ran into Diana in town. She had grown so much that I hadnât recognized her not until sheâd done so me.
We ended up at my house. Diana told me that a lot of stuff had happened in the years that I had been away. That is, Chanda had been caught a year back and had been sentenced to 18 years in prison with hard labour and uncle Albert had died a few months after the sentence. I was sad on the uncle Albert part.
âSo who are you staying with?â I asked Diana.
âMy fiancĂ©e. I know that sounds weird seeing as Iâm only 21 but hey, heâs a white man and heâs filthy rich. Plus, heâs taking me with him to Britain. Aha, Curtis, I think you should come with me rather than working in the mines.â
Diana, her fiancĂ©e Wilson Rhodes and I left for Britain two months later. Life in Britain was fun and Diana and I lived it to the fullest. She began going to Cambridge to study psychology whilst I was hesitant to pick a course so I stayed home full time for the first year in Britain. Diana and Wilson got married two years after weâd gone to Britain. It was after theyâd come back from their honeymoon in Rio De Jeneiro, Brazil, that Wilson came across my unpublished novel.
âAre you sure you wrote this?â
âYeah,â I cautiously nodded.
We were all seated at the dining table having breakfast. âWhy?â I asked.
âThis work is superb, Curtis. Youâd make loads of money out of this.â
âOh please, Wilson. Thatâs just fluff, I suggest you just hand me back the notebook and forget you read anything written by me.â
âIâd like to read the book,â Diana piped up. âYou people know how much I love reading novels.â
Without my consent, Wilson went ahead and got my novel published. It was an instant hit. Thatâs how I became an author of over 50 books in the next 10 years and oh boy were the books successful.
In the 7th year of our stay in Britain, Wilson had succumbed to lung cancer and passed on, leaving Diana with literally nothing. He had been rich but had surprisingly left everything in his sisterâs name.
âItâs fine,â Diana had said. âI never loved him anyway. Guess the bastard figured I was only using him. Screw that old son of b—h!â
Three years later, Dee and I decided to relocate to our home country as I was now loaded with cash and with the research I always did, my novels would always be hits so we had no worries of running bankrupt. Besides, Dee had plans to start working as a psychiatrist as soon as possible.
So a day after arriving in Zambia, I had a book opening. It was on that night that I discovered that Lisa had died a few hours after giving birth to my child ten years ago and no one knew the whereabouts of the child. Seeing as I so much wanted to correct my past mistakes, learning about Lisaâs death left me so agitated that I ended up being rude to a fan just because sheâd accidentally gotten my suit soaked with liqour.
Now driving to only God knows where with Alicia beside me, I had plans of narrating my life history to her. To be honest, I was beginning to develop feelings for her and seeing her push me away each time hurt me to the core so I needed to tell her my tale maybe just maybe, she might understand I wasnât the rude jerk she perceived me to be.
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