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DECEPTION IS WRITTEN BY ISAACOLA A.A.THE WRITER IS @newnaija ON TWITTER AND BLOGS AT http://www.isaacolanewnaija.com.
Read Episode 1 here https://oscarpoems.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/deception/
The game was up. How Shehu knew Safiyat’s indiscretions with her Maalim was something she needed to crack so as to save herself from humiliation. In order of priority however, that was not the next thing to do. People were waiting outside for Shehu to emerge with the blood stained white handkerchief. She knew she had to cooperate with whatever Shehu’s plans were. She knelt in front of her husband and asked what he wanted them to do.
“People are already waiting for us to come outside with the traditional stained hankie Safiya. You know what failure to make that happen means right?”
“I do my Lord”. Safiya was morose all of a sudden. Shehu sat beside her and drew her close.
“Calm down Safiya. We will draw blood to use for the handkerchief”.
“Draw blood? How? From where?”
In a fluid motion, Shehu got up and headed for the table. He took a scalpel and headed back to Safiyat on the bed. While she still sat wondering what he was up to, he used the sharp object to make a cut on his left arm in a swift move. Thick red fluid oozed out in a trickle and he wiped the blood clean with the handkerchief. Safiyat was shocked by this action. She covered her mouth with her hands to hold back the exclamatory sound that almost escaped.
“We have to draw blood from you too”, he said coldly, looking right into her face.
Safiyat met her husband’s handsome face and saw a steely look drawn on his good looking features.
“We’ll make the cut on your thigh”.
She looked at him in total disbelief. “What did you say? My thigh? Is this meant to be a sort of punishment? Yours was on the arm so why should mine be on the thigh?”
Safiyat was venting. There was no explanation for her to be cut on the thigh as far as she was concerned. She knew they had to find a way out but it was not the crude way Shehu was going about it. She was very pissed but could not afford to raise her voice because of those waiting for the blood stained handkerchief outside Shehu’s chambers.
He knew he had to make her see reason for his decision to allow her get cut on the thigh. Allowing her to express her frustration, he sat and allowed her throw her tantrums and show her displeasure.
“We will make the cut on your thigh so as to make your walking difficult”, he said keeping a straight face. “At least there was a way you walked after you lost your virginity”, he then added smiling as he moved closer to her.
“What have I gotten myself into?”
Shehu started raising her gown to make the cut but she pushed his hand away and got up in a flash.
“Maigida, I can feign the torn hymen as I walk. I do not have to be cut on the thigh to make that point. There is the emotional torture that comes with the various discoveries already. Please don’t put me through the physical pain again”.
Shehu looked at her amused and convinced at the same time. He liked the plan that she hatched and smiled.
“I am lucky Safiyat. I have an intelligent woman as my wife”.
She smiled, snatched the scalpel and made the cut on her arm. Faking another loud moan cum scream, she wiped the blood with the handkerchief and heard the excited people outside the bedchamber giggle in excitement.
After a few minutes, Shehu opened the door of the chamber and displayed the blood stained handkerchief proudly to loud cheers by all who were waiting for the ‘good news’.