MARIAM THE GOOD GIRL.

EPISODE 9

I braced myself—said: “Sister—you’re accusing me for nothing. I have no communication with husband—and today he told me not to call him husband when I welcomed him as he entered.” Sister said: “Give me your phone—you don’t hear? Give it—simp.” I resisted—we started pulling—suddenly husband entered: “What’s happening here?” I threw phone in hot water pot on purpose—said: “Mom.” Sister turned to look at me—because that time she was looking at her husband. Husband asked again: “What?” Sister said: “We were playing—my little sister—I found her talking to someone on phone—so I was teasing her to see—she refused—I think she got a boyfriend—now Mai—and I was told there’s a young man coming a lot when we’re not here—and he’s seen with Mai.” I was surprised—sister why lying? Husband looked at me: “Mai—hot water isn’t coming from bathroom—boil and bring to bathroom.” Sister said: “I’ll bring, husband.” Husband said: “I said Mai.” Then he left. Sister looked at me: “Mai—I told you—where you slept—I woke up—you want to climb on my head—eeh? Doll—I carved myself—you want to scare me—no? Look carefully, girl—you came to town on evening bus—sun set—your friend in town—I was born and raised here. Don’t point finger at me, little one—you’ll regret your whole life. Continue—I’m telling you—know my eyes are on you every step—you hear—eeeh? Your friends came—city boys—they failed—let alone you monkey I removed from bush myself—I taught you to bathe and dress—continue.” She pointed at me—then left. Uwi—I feared—why is the picture burning early—and I have no money to stand alone? And husband—why is he doing this? Hmm—what do I do now?

I thought—no—here I need advice. The only person I’m used to is that salon girl Alice who braids me. I boiled husband’s water—took it up. That time sister was in living room busy on phone. I found husband on bed. I passed to bathroom—put water. Husband came—wanted to hug. I didn’t want—said: “Please leave me, Roman—I see you want to kill me here inside with your wife—for what you’re doing now. Please leave—I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Husband said: “Noo—Mai—don’t say that—noo.” I said: “I said leave—don’t you hear? You have no love for me—I see you’re using me to hurt your wife—whatever you have between you—fight it yourselves—don’t involve me. I’m poor—no future—no behind—your wife chases me away here—I have nowhere to go.” I spoke—started leaving. He held my hand: “My wife—what anger doesn’t end? I truly love you—not joking. I’m not with you because of hurting someone. That one you call sister has many problems—it’s just time—give me time to fix everything. You don’t know how much I’ve loved you and put you in my heart and life, Maimuna. I’m not playing—I want you to be mother of my family. You hear?” I looked at him—he was looking at me with so much pity. He said: “I want to tell you what bothers me—even why Asma told you I’m impotent—it’s not for nothing, Mai. Please believe me—one day we’ll be free. Please just give time.” I said: “I want to believe you—but I don’t know how I’ll be sure—because your wife has started crying in my throat—if she chases me away—I have no direction—I’m just here.” He said: “So the problem is that? Okay—tomorrow open a bank account—I’ll give you money to deposit—and I’ll keep adding. If you want to do anything—even leave here and live somewhere else—wait for me to finish my things—I’ll do it too. I truly love you, Maimuna.” Hmm—I didn’t believe. He took the child I was carrying—sleeping—laid her on sofa—then hugged me: “Tomorrow morning she asked for a lift—I dropped her at salon—I didn’t understand her intention—but I didn’t want to make things big—because you forbade me. But from now—you won’t see me doing anything like that again.”

“Mai—you’ve given my heart joy in short time—and I told you—I’m very village in love. Please don’t be angry with me—don’t give yourself thoughts—what you want to do—tell me—I’ll fulfill—but promise you won’t betray me—I can’t stand betrayal—you hear?” I said: “I can’t betray you—and you know—say what you want—you know my life—and I want to live without worry.” He said: “Okay—the account opening issue is done—what else do you want, my beautiful?” I said: “I want you not to call me wife in front of sister Asma.” He looked at me: “But I’m used to it.” I said: “Try—I don’t want her to feel anything.” He said: “Okay then—I’ll try.” He said: “Take your phone.” He gave me a nice phone—better than the first—but not expensive ones. He said: “When we officially start our life—I’ll give you your powerful phone. Now I took this to avoid your sister asking questions—okay?” I said: “Thanks—I like it.” He said: “Okay, baby.” He kissed me—gate opened. I checked—it was sister.

I entered—while happy. Sister entered—greeted her husband—husband replied shortly. She came to kitchen. Said: “What are you cooking?” I said: “Ugali—meat.” She said: “You were given that phone?” I said yes. She said: “Where is it?” I showed her—she laughed: “But—now husband buys you Techno—hahaha—but these are your size—bush party. Things like this (she took out her expensive branded phone)—you can’t be given trash like you.” I just laughed in anger. She said: “Cook fast—hunger is killing us—and my husband too.” I said okay, sister. I started cooking—while charging my phone in kitchen. Finished—set table. They ate—then husband went to room. Sister stayed in living room watching soap. I washed dishes—finished kitchen cleaning—greeted sister—going to sleep. She said okay.

I turned on phone—found husband’s message: “I love you so much, my wife—tomorrow I’ll send you money—open bank account for your savings—so you have peace and know I’m not playing.” I was happy—replied: “Thank you.” I slept. Morning—after tea—husband left early. Sister also called him: “Husband—please give me lift.” Husband said: “Don’t you have your car?” I hurried my things. He entered his car—left. I felt like laughing—sister sucked her teeth—returned inside. She left around 9 AM. That time husband had sent me money on phone—and sent bank details. I left—went to get passport—asked Alice to get me a village executive letter of identity—she’s my local friend—then went to open account and deposit that money. It was good money—I got hope—even Alice said: “This one truly loves you.”

Days passed—my love with husband sweet—he gives me money—pets me a lot. Six months passed. He completely started plans to move me to his place—live somewhere else—do my business. One day—it was night—I had no sleep—sister and husband in their room—I thought let me arrange my wardrobe. I removed clothes—started arranging. Finished. I arranged bags—suddenly saw one bag I hadn’t carried for long—something inside. Hmm—I opened—found that perfume and the Arab child’s oil container from the beach. I smiled—opened the oil—hmm—it smelled my body—excited truly. I remembered the child told me bye Maimuna—hmm—but why don’t I remember telling her my name? How did she know? Hmm—maybe I told her. I remembered they said bathe then apply—and I wanted husband to smell me. I finished arranging—went to bathe—returned to room—applied oil—perfumed myself—hmm—I smelled so good—I’ve never had such nice smell. I climbed bed—loving myself—smelling nice. I thought—here husband tomorrow will finish me. As soon as I climbed bed—sleep overtook me. Suddenly I found myself in a nice place—nice house—I’m in living room. I asked myself—hmm—where am I—why so nice? I walked—amazed—found myself in some nice room—smelling good. On bed—roses—I loved—climbed to take roses—smell them. Suddenly an Arab man came—hmm—so beautiful—I’ve never seen. I startled—he was just staring. I said: “Hello? Sorry—who are you—and where is this?” The man didn’t answer—came closer—hugged me. My body excited badly—I felt strong feelings—even n*****s stood. The man started sucking my lips—pleasure I felt—no words. I gave him cooperation. The young man laid me on bed—removed my clothes—I was naked. He sucked my whole body—I ejaculated just from sucking—breasts—waist—belly—c**t. The man knew what he was doing. I begged him to give me now. I don’t remember how he removed his clothes—suddenly I saw him naked. He held his thing—touched my flower—I ejaculated again. The man entered—pleasure I got—I found myself screaming pleasure: “Sweet—sweet—I love you so much—give me every day.” I finished. I’ve never felt love pleasure like that day. Pleasure—and I wasn’t tired. The young man was good—we made love long—and both I felt pleasure. The young man put me in different styles—I screamed—begging: “Aaaassss—baby—where were you all days—hmm.” I asked him—he said: “You didn’t want me, Maimuna—that’s why.” I said: “I want you so much—today and forever.” He said: “You’re mine, Maimuna.” While speaking—hot thing inside. We continued giving pleasure—suddenly I heard: “Mai—Mai—what are you doing there?” I startled—woke—it was sister at my door. Before I answered—she said: “You started—eeh—bringing men in my house—you’re being done with screams—whole house—right?” I was surprised—I hadn’t brought a man. I had no answer—husband entered: “What’s wrong?” Sister said: “This prostitute brought a man inside—she’s making love—me going to kitchen—I hear s*x noises—I enter—her young man hid—see bed how messy—how wet—see how red her body is.”

Uwi—what happened??