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LOSING HOPE
LOSING HOPE

Hello Yarners, ‘Losing Hope’ got all kinds of cool mentions last week and it’s great to see that you guys are loving this.

And for everyone buzzing to know when The Proposal -The Truth will be dropping, I can confidently tell you that the date to mark out on your calender is Thursday, March 12, 2015.

Like we always do, we’d like to appreciate everyone who has helped to re-tweet the links, share on Facebook and rebroadcast on BBM, with special mentions to @shugar, @moskedapages and @tomi_adesina plus a big big big thank you to everyone who’s been dropping their thoughts in the comments section.

This week’s episode is crazy (in a good way *smiles*) -do enjoy!

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//Hartley Street//

 

Abike watched her children tuck into their chicken-mayo sandwiches. Her son ate as though he hadn’t noticed she was still in her pyjamas. As if it was normal for her to serve them cold sandwiches for their dinner.

Her daughter did not take bites out of her sandwiches the way her son did. She picked up her food with the slowness of someone that wasn’t hungry.

Earlier, Leke asked if his stepfather was back and his question had been met with a lukewarm, “I will tell you later.”

Right now, she groped around in a blank mind, searching for how to start the conversation.  She knew it was going to be harder than Cindy, the police liaison officer, had told her it would be.“But you have to have that discussion,” the latter had said. “You need to talk to your daughter. Bring her to the station if you can’t.”

She had nodded, wiping her face again. “Could she be lying?” She was referring to Tania’s allegation that Marvin assaulted her in her home. Her parents were at work. They had left her at home in bed because she had a sore throat. The girl had let him into the flat because, as the DCI explained, he was always nice to her. He had her phone number, called her often.

Cindy had paused in the doorway before she left the house this afternoon. “There is enough evidence to charge him for the systematic grooming and the eventual assault. I’m so sorry, Abike. I wish I could tell you different.”

Did Marvin groom Tania? What exactly did the police officers mean when they used the word ‘grooming’? Yes, he was always kind to her. Treated her with the same meticulous care he had treated her children with.   He had taken Leke and Tania – whose friendship started when they were toddlers – to the cinema during the school holidays. He hosted Leke’s birthday party at Rough Dungeon and that same day, Tania’s father and he exchanged numbers. Nothing about the way he spoke to any of the children worried her. If anything, some of the parents at the party joked that she married him because of his parenting skills.

“When will he be released from the police station, Mum?” Foluke’s voice brought her back to the present. The girl had stopped eating. Her fingers linked as if they depended on each other to exist.

She exhaled a long sigh that heaved with her shoulders. “I really don’t know.”

“What’s up, Mum?” Leke dropped the half-eaten sandwich in his hand back on the plate.

The children’s eyes were on her but it was the anxiety in her daughter’s wider ones that worried her.

“Does he have a lawyer, Mum?”

“I don’t know, Folu.”

“Why are you not bothered, Mum? He is your husband.”

Tears trailed down Foluke’s chubby cheeks. Abike wanted to slap the tears away. Above this, was the need to slap away the fear that the police officers had left her with. The fear that made her limbs heavy and floppy. Her heart didn’t feel better either. It was beating so fast; every beat reducing her to a nervous, fragile version of herself.

Loud knocks on the door came at the right time. Sitting any longer would have  drained her. Her children’s questions and glum faces were not helping. Neither were Mosun’s calls and visits but she needed to get off the seat and feel blood rush through her.

And here her friend was again – probably with a pot of egusi this time.

Abike opened the door to find the two people she thought would never come to her door again: Peter and Liz, Tania’s parents.

Liz’s eyes were as red as the ones she herself had spotted in the mirror staring back at her this morning. The woman’s hands were wrapped around her front as if she too was having trouble controlling her limbs.

Peter did not seem to have trouble controlling any part of him. His eyes did not mask their anger.  Her hand – the right one that she had completely lost control of – pushed the door before she could stop it. Peter wedged his booted foot between the door and frame.

“You haven’t said sorry,” he shouted.

His voice boomed across the room as he barged in, sending the children running towards her as she moved into the lounge.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I promise you, we are in shock too…” Abike felt one of her children’s hands on her back.

“You are in shock?”  He moved closer to her. His face so close to her his breath fanned her face. “Do you know that Tania hasn’t slept since it happened? Do you know that we can’t sleep either because it happened in our home, where we thought she would always be safe?”

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t do this in front of my children.”

“You haven’t told them, have you?” Peter roared, turning around briefly to look at his wife, whose lips had started trembling, and then eyed the spread on the dining table on his left before returning his stern face to Abike and her children. “You are here enjoying a meal with your children when my wife and child haven’t eaten since it happened. You should be in prison for bringing that man into our neighbourhood. Yeah, you should be! When Tania called me at work yesterday and told me our neighbour attacked her, I thought she was telling me he physically assaulted her, that he slapped her or something. Anything but what he did!”

“Peter, please,” Liz walked into the room, wiping her face with one hand and tapping her husband’s arm with the other. “Our daughter needs us.”

“What is he talking about, Mum?”

Abike heard Foluke’s voice behind her. It was more of a scream.

Desperate for Peter to stop, Abike called his wife’s name. The woman was the first person that spoke to her when she joined the residents of Hartley Street. Saheed had been the only black property-owner on the street back in those days. He encouraged her to make friends; dismantled the feeble excuses she made. Here she was now, needing the woman’s help.

“My mum wants you to leave.” Leke stepped forward. His little frame was no match for Peter’s bulky stature.

“Your mum should never have brought that fucking bastard here.” Peter’s face oozed sweat. His cheeks were the colour of ripe strawberries as he brushed away his wife’s hand which had gripped his wrist. “If she hadn’t brought him here then he wouldn’t have talked his way into our home so he could rape our eleven year old daughter.”

“Mum? What does he mean?” Leke turned his face to his mother.

The boy looked as if he was going to collapse. His sister ran towards the hallway. She knew her daughter was running to her room but her legs just wouldn’t follow.

Tears ran down Peter’s face as his wife tugged at his shirt. He turned to her and then headed towards the door with the sobbing woman.

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She wiped her face with the back of her hand as her daughter turned her back to her again. The DCI had suggested that the children speak to a child psychologist. Partly due to social service’s intervention, she had agreed and kept the children home to prepare them for the meeting later. It wouldn’t help the situation at school because as Mosun told her, teachers at the school were already talking. Mosun, a clerk at the school advised that the children be kept away. The last thing they needed was for the whole world to find out.

“Foluke, why would you not want to go and see a psychologist that can help? Or is there something that you are hiding from me?”

Her daughter jabbed her head closer to the wall.

The last of Abike’s patience ebbed away from her as she tried to ease herself into a comfortable position on her daughter’s bed. “Do you think I like this… murky situation, Folu mi? Do you think I like what’s happening?”

“You are happy he is not here.”

“What?”

“You are not missing him.” Foluke turned to her mother, her mouth curved away from her. “You readily agreed with the police he is a criminal. Is that how you treat people you love?”

“They have evidence.”

“That they showed you?”

Abike’s mouth moved without uttering any intelligible words. She sighed and rested her back on the headboard. Her daughter’s attention had shifted away from her again.

Was there even any use convincing her that he had done wrong when she wouldn’t stop fighting his corner?

“If you tell me what is going on, I will cancel this appointment.”

Abike didn’t think she could ever feel worse pain, than the pain of that day when her uncle pushed her down on her grandmother’s bed. Not even when Mama Iseyin blamed her, saying she had caused it by wearing a wrapper when she knew she was alone in the house with a man. Not even when Mama Iseyin made her swear that she wouldn’t tell her parents. But today, sitting on her daughter’s bed, the pain was unbearable as she waited to hear. Waited to hear and hoped that the same fate hadn’t befallen her daughter. Foluke played with her plaits and brushed imaginary fluff off her pyjama pants. Abike waited until her resolve weakened. She wasn’t ready to hear.

Later on, having gained nothing, Abike made her way to the dining area where she expected to see her son.

She found him instead in the kitchen, bearing the same look he had on his face the day he ate the family size chocolate in the fridge. He had his phone in his hand.

“What are you doing, son?” She spotted the cereal bowls she left out earlier. They were clean.

“Don’t be angry, Mummy,” Leke shuffled from one leg to the other. “I called Uncle Wale and Daddy’s sister. I told them what our stepdad did.”

“You did what?” She asked, barely able to contain her emotions.Their situation had just gone from bad to worse. Saheed’s family would crucify her.

“I’m sorry, Mummy,” Leke said. “I only called them because you and Folu were shouting. I was scared.”

“It’s okay, baby.” She pulled the boy into her arms. From the window, she could see Peter, Liz and Tania standing outside the door to their flat. Peter had a travel bag in his hand. For the third or fourth time since it happened, Abike wished she could run away from it all.

Saheed’s family would make her life unbearable.

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LOSING HOPE 

 Continues Next Week Saturday by 10:00 am

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13 Comments

  1. Wow. Peter's outburst though understandable, was totally unreasonable and spiteful. Leke's nobility is just amazing. I think Folu is hiding something. Weirdly, I also think Marvin might not be guilty. Biko, fast forward and (dis)proove my thoughts sharp sharp.

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    1. @LarryTurner, you read all episodes in one go.
      Thank you so much.
      We are all honoured to read your comments. Thanks.

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  2. Interesting episode again. Well done Jummyarn. About Peter's outburst - the only thing you can do is blame everybody when things aren't right. So, he is not unreasonable and spiteful, he's just sore. God bless the aideyarn crew.

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    1. @mosespraise, you made a good point there. Blaming someone for something that hurts us that badly is not far fetched. Thank you for joining us today too.
      Loving the twist on my name still, thank you.

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  3. Okay, I wanted to yell at Peter too..how dare him do such in front of kids.

    But then, he shed a tear as he left with his wife? Gosh you killed me with that. I totally began to pity him. I mean as a dad, he's doing all the necessary yelling for a man in his position.

    Is Marvin guilty? I don't know. Evidence says he is.if he wasn't, why was he trying to run away in the first episode?

    More please.

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    1. At anonymous, what evidence?? There's nothing concrete yet.

      I was mad at Peter at first for wedging his foot in and barging in like he did uninvited....I was thinking A bike better report this man to the police for unlawful and unauthorised forceful entry.
      But then I though they were once friends, good to them. They are not strangers, Peter and Liz were just broken and understandably so.

      Zikora X

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  4. @KingLarry it's great to have your thoughts on the page again. You def' are our social media king... @mosespraise methinks Jummyarn is one of the most creative names ever... @ufoumaotebele Big welcome into the community, its great to have you here...thanks for the compliments.
    I'm loving every part of Losing Hope and my best part are the comments.

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  5. If I were Peter, I am sure I will do worse. I think Abike is too slow, thinking of wat everyone will think without taking any action that's why Leke had to take the initiative. I know there's no action template to handle abuse but am sure that sitting down and doing nothing is definitely the wrong thing to do. Great job Jumoke for this wonderful story.

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    1. Thanks @Estella for this fabulous comment. Hope you join us again this Saturday at 10. Thank you.

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  6. I voted that Abike is not handling the situation the best but I understand its difficult and nothing prepares you for it. However, it could be handled differently, esp in regards to her children.

    I'm just wondering how come Tania's parents left her at home alone for work; being that its illegal in the UK to leave a minor (under 16) on their own for long periods especially not for work.

    Good job tho girl, I'm still reading! X

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    1. Unfortunately research shows many parents are still failing in this area. Perhaps due to childcare costs, work commitments, not living close by to family, lack of support network. They think it is safe as long as the child/eldest child (when there are other siblings involved) can use the microwave or ring for help. Trouble is, a million things can go wrong when there is no responsible adult present.
      As much as I believe that each child grows at their own pace and Child A might be capable a year before Child B, I think parents need to do their best to safeguard their children. The laws and guidelines are there for a reason.

      The irony of it all is If Peter had been worried about leaving his daughter home alone, the first person he would have asked to keep an eye on her would have probably been Marvin.

      Thank you @Zikora. Really appreciate that you are still following.

      I will ask @aideyandaniel to sort the whole anonymous ish. Sorry about that. I knew it was your comment before I saw the signed comment that followed *smiles. guess I know you by now*
      Thanks again x

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