I searched and searched my bag but my purse wasn’t there, I had put it in there I was very sure. Was I really entirely sure I did? I had left in a hurry. By this time, the Keke rider was staring at me like I had grown horns. Normally I give off a cool, calculated, no-nonsense vibe, but not right now; anyone that looks at me will think I have gone mad. The contents of my bag were on the Keke seat as I picked them one by one and returned them to my bag while I kept muttering to myself. One would think I was searching for a particle, while I was really looking for a medium-sized red purse. I already knew the moment I peeped-in to retrieve money to pay for my ride that it wasn’t there.
I had left the house in a hurry hoping the crazy person was not following me. The crazy person was my husband and I believe he was trying to kill me. First, he had mistakenly swapped my asthma medication with his pain pills, he told me it was a mistake, but I doubt it. I had allergies for days and complained my pills weren’t working till I took a closer look a few days ago. Two days later, he added peanut butter to my sandwich, he knew very well that I am totally allergic nuts. This morning, he left water all over the bathroom floor; I slipped and almost fell to my death. Then, when I returned from work he was cooking. My husband really wanted to kill me.
It all started two weeks ago after I told him I wanted a. See, my husband married me out of pity, I think. I thought I was in love with him but I was wrong, I was just in love with who I thought he was. We met at a bar a year ago, on my 27th birthday, he was hot and smart and I couldn’t help but fall for him. After we had sex, he lost interest. Weeks later I discovered I was pregnant. Word mysteriously spread and his family insisted that we marry. I totally adored him so I didn’t mind, but now I realize that was the biggest mistake of my life; to marry a man that did not love me. I had an okay job, and I prayed and searched for a better one. It didn’t help that I found myself in a loveless and emotionally abusive marriage. I lost my baby four months into the marriage and I felt like I lost myself too. Two months later I won a raffle draw worth N15,000,000. It was like God was compensating me and had given me an out, so I decided to leave the marriage. I was drained and couldn’t take it anymore. My husband had a different idea; to kill me and keep the money. I overheard him talking to someone on the phone about my money and how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. So I ran….
Tonight, I had returned and my husband was bent over the cooker preparing God knows what… A man that had never prepared any meal in our entire 8 months of marriage! He smiled at me as I got in and told me dinner would be ready in a couple of minutes, but I should go freshen up first. That was when I knew I had to run, I couldn’t afford to stay under the same roof with this evil man any longer. I was scheduled to go claim my N15,000,000 in the morning and I knew his plan was to get it on my behalf, dead or alive. So I got to the bedroom, stuffed a top and trousers in my handbag, took some cash I had hidden in the drawer and dashed out through the front door. I didn’t take the car because I realized he would hear when I turned the engine on. Fortunately, the lazy guard wasn’t at the gate, I believe my husband had told him to keep an eye on me.
Immediately I stepped out of the gate and walked for a few seconds, I saw this Keke and boarded. It was when I got to my stop that I realized I had left my red purse. That red purse contains almost everything, including my raffle ID number that I will need to claim my money tomorrow. My husband had called like a hundred times when he realized I had gone. He won’t know I left because I didn’t take anything so he might assume I went down the street to buy something, I imagined. So, I thought of a plan. I called him and in a low, pained voice, I told him I had gone to buy sanitary pad and a car had hit me and someone was driving me to the hospital. He said he would meet me at the hospital and hung up. I begged the Keke rider to take me back and I would pay him whatever he wanted.
I got home and pushed the gate open, the security man was still nowhere to be found. I rushed into the house and ran upstairs to the bedroom, I looked on the bed but the purse wasn’t here… It wasn’t on the dresser either. I looked in the wardrobe and under the bed, still nothing. Then I noticed my husband leaning on the door, holding my purse up in his hands and the kitchen knife in the other. “Looking for this?” he asked with an evil glint in his eye. His car wasn’t parked inside the compound when I entered so I wondered where he came from. He told me how he knew I was lying and that I was going to run away. His plan had been just to incapacitate me, but now it seems he would have to kill me. Then he launched at me with the knife, and then I heard a gunshot. I thought I had been shot, till I saw him stagger and fall at my feet, while the security man looking at me remorsefully as he put his gun down. I didn’t even know he owned or carried a gun. The lazy security man, the last person I expected to be of any use whatsoever… He came to my aid, he saved my life.