Story Time: A Christmas Sad Story Because Of Poverty
“No matter how much pills, no matter how much drink I have drunk it seems like the depression I go through never seizes. Christmas was not fruitful for me, my neighbor had been joyfully singing a Christmas hymn, the aroma of the food he was cooking was troublesome to the environment, I was confused if the depression was coming from the aroma of the food, or the fact that I couldn’t afford to provide for my children, or my wife who, if given the chance, would use me for ritual. But what’s more painful than seeing your wife being dropped off at home with different cars and a bundle of cash would be given to her. What she did with the money was buy clothes and shoes and never gave a little damn about the children’s welfare. What could I do? I took to menial jobs but it wasn’t enough to source for the children. She had never for once appreciated my efforts, all she did was nag and nag till what my brain could only think of was the nagging, even my thoughts were nagging me. On Christmas morning,I heard her scold a young man who had wished her a happy Christmas on his way to church, but it seemed like it didn’t stretch the slightest nerve on him. I came out to query her and she turned the sharp tongue at me. The whole neighborhood had known that I am now wretched, and can’t provide for my family. A lot of words of consolation and encouragement had come from every angle, including the young man whom my wife had cursed. If my life would have ever gotten better from every ‘all is well’ I got, I would have been the happiest man alive. But all isn’t well, its just a grave. Dark, cold and lonely especially when the only thing you offer are complaints of how unfair life is.
A couple’s function was no longer performed. When I try to make extensions, she declines me. This had been going on since the demolition of Ekonuwa market in Owerri, courtesy of the Governor. I had no other investment any where else, my hope and my life’s sweat just went down under rubbles. Will I assassinate the Governor? No! I will just hand everything to God in prayer. Everyone who I had given out loan to before the drought, more than a million Nigerian naira, have been giving me one excuse or the other.
It had gotten to a point where I couldn’t endure her denial of me from the couple’s function, I had to look outside. One night I came back home with a foreign female face, as I came home with the girl, hands around her waist and acting romantic. I took her to my room, just when I was about to… I looked up to see my matrimony picture placed at the head of the bed, the beautiful smile of wife filled my heart with guilt, I sent out the girl I was with, I found pleasure in my hands.
First day of January, the situation had changed. The worst kind of povert was better than mine. What more does life have to offer me except an unfaithful, nagging and lamenting wife? But I bless God for the kind of children he gave me, they had stood by me in all that I went through. These were my options: suicide, live in poverty and suffer the tribulations of an unfaithful wife. When the Bible had said, ‘you better live on a roof than live in the same room with a nagging wife’. This was my own definition, you rather hang from a roof than live with an unfaithful wife in times of poverty. Anyway, what do you expect to get from a woman you met in the disco hall?
I’m sorry to leave like this, but I can’t endure the agonies of a struggling husband trying to make ends meet, but is not appreciated by his wife. It pains.”
Just when he kicked off the foot stool to hang lose from to roof, his phone’s screen awaken to show a credit balance alert, his suicide note waved in the air, while his heart pounded fast, his mind was racing, his breath was cutting off gradually. He, noticing the text, had struggled to let himself lose from the rope, but every attempt seemed to turn out futile. It seemed too late to avoid the death he wished for. The waveform of his heart was just a straight line, he no longer contributed to the gaseous exchange of the world. He had left his children in the mercy of a woman who cared less about them, who all that mattered to her was the highlife she lived.