Dark Night

Episode 18

When they got home, Mrs Johnson opened the door for Blessing to come inside the house, then she offered her a seat and then she started the interrogations.

Mrs Johnson: Blessing, for more than nineteen years you have been living with us as a daughter. And we’ve treated you with enough love and care. I just want to know one thing. Did my husband get you pregnant?

Blessing: what? Mummy? Daddy? No! How can you even ask that?

Mrs Johnson: All I need is the truth from you, I don’t want to force it out. I just need to know the truth and nothing but the truth. Did Johnson get you pregnant?

Blessing: mummy no.

Mrs Johnson: I am going to ask you this last time. Is my husband responsible for your pregnancy?

Blessing: Mummy please stop. How can you be asking me such? How can my own father be responsible for my pregnancy?

Mrs Johnson: Because he is not your father, I am not your mother and Gift is not your brother.

Blessing: mother please stop this. I know you are angry with me but you shouldn’t say such to me please.

Mrs Johnson: does the truth hurt? Because it is the truth. All those stories of you and Gift being twins is a story made up by my husband and I. Because we found you at our doorstep same day Gift was born. That was why we forged that story, so you are not our child.
(Blessing had started crying seriously by now)
So you see, it is possible that my husband is responsible for your pregnancy. So speak up. Is he the father of your child?

Blessing: no mom. Daddy is a good man and he can never do such even if I was not his daughter.

Mrs Johnson: I would have loved to believe you but unfortunately I don’t. So at this point you will leave my house.

Blessing: But mummy I have no where to go. Where do you want me to go?

Mrs Johnson: you can go and jump into the lagoon or better still walk into the road and get hit by a truck, I don’t care. Just carry your badluck away from my house.

Blessing fell on her knees, crying and begging for mercy.

Blessing: mummy please, for the sake of my unborn child please let me stay, I will do everything you want. I will wash. Cook, clean anything. Just let me stay please.

Mrs Johnson: I can only do one thing for you. Allow, you pick your things from the house. That is my parting gift to you.

Blessing: mummy please, please have mercy, please mummy!

Mrs Johnson went in and packed all of Blessings things in one of her bags and threw them outside. Blessing cried and begged and begged but she was adamant. And so she finally stood up, pick her bag and went into the dark night!