Wretchedly Rich

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

“”Obiajulum”””

It happened again. I was drawn into my subconscious, with darkness and emptiness becoming the ruler of me, as I laid bare, clamped to the ground.

I tried to move; I did everything so I could stand and be free again—but with every push came a strong force that held me down, trying to engulf me—to have me ripped from the inside out.

I was slowly giving up; wanting no more to be the martyr but to be up again, safe and sound. It seemed as though my death was near—or it was—so it seemed.

I was awaken by a light; one so bright and could light up even the darkest path.

Amidst the light came a hand, pulling me against my will and sending me to a place I wasn’t expecting to be. “Why am I here? What has brought me to this place?”

A voice came from whence I knew not. “You are to go back… and fulfill your destiny—” I got flung by an invisible force, awakening to a whole new battle.

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Obiajulum was struck with a terrible fever—all drugs administered gave no positive result.

“My husband,” Ocheole called as they were seated by his bedside. She was crushed and sore, looking at her son who had grown so lean. “My husband, are you listening?” she made sure he was before continuing. “I am tired of everything.”

Ozoemena looked at her. “Tired ke?” he sat upright and rubbed his neck. “How can you be tired when you are his mother? Are you not the one who brought him into this world?”

Ocheole sighed. “I am the one, my husband.”

“Then you don’t have to be tired.” Ozoemena told her. “Let’s just hope our son gets better, and the gods preserve him.”

Ocheole nodded and went to praying in her mind.