MEMESIS OF A DNA TEST

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TITTLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test:

 (Episodes 1)

  "You can't be serious, doctor. What are you saying?" I was in denial of the obvious.

  "I'm sorry Mr Onuoha, but you're not the biological father of your last three children. "

  "This must be an expensive joke."

  "DNA does not lie."

  "Doc, those children calls me Dad."

  "It doesn't make them your biological children. "

  I knew the doctor  wasn't lying. I only came to his hospital to reconfirm what a previous test had confirmed. Among my four children, only the first is my biological child.

  "Doctor Dibia, I've been the father of those children right from the time they were conceived. How could this happen to me?"

  "Kacy my friend, in this profession I've seen such cases many times. Some men will find out and choose to bury the secret because of shame, while some will take drastic measure."

  "I'm finished, doctor."

  "I'll advice you calm down and go home. Your wife has got some explanation to make."

  "Sure, Chioma has got some explanation to make. And it better be a reasonable one."

  What have I just said? A reasonable explanation? Can there be any explanation reasonable enough to justify this act? That I, Kelechi Onuoha, is not the biological father of Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. Children that I love so much and loved their mother more each day for giving me three boys. I remembered when Abednego was born, I bought a brand new CRV four-wheel-drive for my wife in appreciation.

  Rant HQ has finished me. Suzan Ade Coker has ruined my life. Why did I even join that group? Oh Chioma! Chioma, you have killed me, Chioma. Ewu a ta m igu n'isi.

  I rushed out from the hospital, rushed into my car and drove off like the devil was after me. Anger was boiling in my stomach, pain was beating drum in my heart, and confusion was pounding yam in my head. In an instant I was becoming a miserable wreck.

  I'm coming,  Chioma.

FLASH BACK:

  It was about a week ago that my friend, Mr Gbenga, called me on whatsapp.

  "Omo Igbo," that was his usual hello.

  "Omo Yoruba," was my hi.

  "O boy, I want to add you to one crazy group like that."

  "What group is that?"

  "Where people rants two-four-seven and dey do amebo."

  "Amebo? Abeg add me sharperly."

  "There's something I would like you to read anyway."

  "Ok."

  Few minutes later, notification came on Facebook,  "Gbenga Ajayi added you to a close group, Rant HQ." Before I could click, another notification, "Gbenga Ajayi mentioned you in a post", followed by a message on messenger, "Please, go through the comments on that post."

  Something seriously needed my attention for Gbenga to have gone to this length. I opened the post, made by Suzan Ade Coker, which was asking men if they're sure of the paternity of their children and of the surprises a DNA test could reveal. What has this got to do with me? Why did Gbenga drag me to the post? I began to read the comments.

  Then, gbagam! I saw it. My beautiful wife, Chioma, was a member of the group. Her comment was attracting a lot of attention. It wasn't just a comment. She was practically raining fire and brimestone on the poster, accusing her of trying to break "happy" marriages. She asked for the post to be pulled down or her god will strike the poster.

  As I expected, members were attacking her. One said she was a suspect. The other said maybe her gateman was the father of her children. Another one  said she probably don't know who the real father or fathers of her children are. I couldn't believe what my wife was ranting. Why being so defensive if she was innocent?  Why spitting so much venom?

  Yes, her comment made her a suspect. Okwu ya achiputala ya ukwu n'ama. And I must get to the bottom of this.

BACK TO PRESENT:

  Wahala dey. Big wahala dey.

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Episode 2??

 TITLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test....(Episode 2).

  In some given situation, 2km could be longer than 10km. The drive from the hospital to my house seemed like eternity. All the forces, spiritual and physical, seemed to be in a conspiracy to delay me. The traffic was unusually heavy, the shouts from vendors calling for customers seemed like they were laughing at me. Police stopped me at Oshodi demanding to know why I was driving and talking to myself; why my driving license was still so neat after four years of usage. Na wa for Police.

  I saw demon on the faces of the other drivers. I cursed and shouted at them to get off my way. A vendor came to entice me into buying a gala he claimed would nourish my body. The look on my face sent him on his heels. Another came with a book titled "Secret Of A Happy  Marriage." I knocked it off his hand, telling him to go to hell. A military truck passed by, trying to be at my front, I shouted at them. One of the military men at the back made a gesture with his hand that I was crazy. 

  And maybe I was.

  Any man who remained sane after finding himself in my shoes must be suffering from an undiagnosed gentleman kolo, a form of insanity suffered by men in Lagos, Porthacourt, Aba and Kano.

  A man and his family were driving by, singing along to Steve Crown's "You're Great" gospel song. I looked at how happy they were, it reminded me of my family.  We were a very happy family until now. I wondered if the man was certain of his children's paternity. I wondered if his wife was cheating on him too. I was so angry with the world and with people that did me nothing.

  Anger is corrosive, it eroded my mind crippling every sense of sound judgment.

  I was able to make it home without smashing another car or killing someone. My children were there to welcome me, happy to see their Dad and friend. What's going to be the fate of these children from the fallout of this saga? How would they accept such a tragic news? Things has fallen apart, life would soon no longer be what they used to know. Oh, how the cookies crumble.

  Chioma was in the sitting room, lying down on the couch and watching Zee World with our daughter, Kachamma Daniela. She was on a bum short and a pink sleeveless shirt, knotted above the navel. At her age and after four children, she was still as seductive as she has always been. I never could resist her with her clothes off. She knew it and used it to her advantage. The times we had misunderstanding for something she did wrong, all she needed to do was dress in skimpy and seductive night wear, and I would be showing my thirty two teeth. She would lead me to the bedroom for a holy communion of romantic settlement.

  "Mma," I called my daughter.

  "Yes Dad. Welcome Dad."

  "Go and meet your brothers outside, me and your Mum have something to discuss."

  Kachamma is a very smart kid, knowing  when to protest and when to simply obey without complain.

  "Okay-y." She dragged the word with a little bit of attitude and left.

  Chioma looked at my face and sat up.

  "Is there any problem, honey?"

  "Don't just honey me."

  "Hian! Atọkwa m. What did I do this time?"

  "Please, I want you to be honest for once in your miserable life. Is there anything you would like to confess to me?"

  "Confess kwa. Over what, biko?"

  Her eyes dropped, trying to avoid eye contact. Guilty. When someone that normally looks you eyeball to eyeball starts avoiding eye contact, he is either guilty or hiding a secret.

  "Who is the father of those boys you call my children?" No time to waste time, I had to go straight to the point.

  "What? Father? Of which boys?"

   "Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. Who is their father? "

  "Where is this question coming from, biko kwa? You're their father nau."

  "In theory, yes. Who is their biological father? "

  "Biology?"

  "No, chemistry."

  "Honey, why why why this ques question?"

  She stuttered. Guilty. When someone that don't normally stutter begins stuttering, its either he's guilty or have something to hide.

  "Don't  let me lose my temper. Who is their father? "

  She readjusted her sitting position, keeping her legs ajar for her laps to be evident. I was expecting such move, seductive hypnosis, which she had always used on me and it worked like magic. But this time is different.

  "Honey, what has come over you? Are you accusing me?"

  She started weeping. Emotional blackmail. Which she had used on me in the past and it worked like a charm. With her tears she melted my heart, cornered me to a position where I would be the one apologizing for a wrong I didn't do. Women na wa. But this time is different.

  She stood up, letting one side of the collar of her shirt fell from her shoulder, revealing her robust breasts. I didn't lick  my lips, which was how she used to know when she got me in her pants. This time is different.

  "Honey, I swear to God, those children are yours."

  "Please please, biko, leave God out of this."

  "What are you doing to us? We're happy, is that not what really matter? "

  "Being happy for the wrong reasons is not true happiness."

  She made to come and hold me.

  "Don't touch me."

  She turned her back, letting her butts bounce in rhythm with her weeping. My wife is a seductress. But today, betrayal and anger has arrested her seductive prowess over me.

   In life though, you never can say never.

FLASH BACK:

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  (This is getting serious. Do I grab her neck and squeeze it tight or do I give her my hand to lead me to the bedroom and let a sleeping dog lie?)

To Be Continued..... 

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Cc: Kelechi Onuoha

© '18.

 TITLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test....Episode 3.

FLASH BACK:

  It was many years ago, during the early months of our courtship, I was driving home after a late evening meeting. I caught Chioma with her Ex, kissing behind the wall of an uncompleted building few miles from where she lived with her parents. I horned to make sure she saw me before  driving home. I was furious, after all I did and spent to make sure I collected her from that poor guy, she still fall my hand. It's over.

  I rushed down a glass of Hennessey as soon as I got home. I undressed, leaving my clothes in the sitting room before entering the bathroom to calm my nerves. I was furious with rage. Chioma promised never to have anything to do with that guy again. I was a big boy from Malaysia, yet she still went to be frolicking with that guy that sells recharge cards in a kiosk by the road side. It's over.

  I heard when the main door opened and Chioma came in. A month ago, I had given her the spare key to my house after our relationship was finally given a definition. We became lovers on February 14.

  I quickly finished my shower and came out to the sitting room.

  "What have you come here to do?" I shouted at her.

  "Allow me to explain,  Kacy."

  "Explain what? No, tell me. Explain what? That you went to that uncompleted building to fuck that guy?"

  "It's not what you think, I didn't fuck anybody."

  "So, what were you doing? What were you doing in an uncompleted building by this time of the night?  Bible study?"

  "He has been disturbing me, so I went to see him for the last time. What you saw was to be our goodbye kiss."

  "Oh really. Goodbye kiss. And he probably gave you some goodbye touches and a goodbye serious banging, all na goodbyes. I thought you have some dignity. "

  "I'm sorry, Kacy. It would never happen again."

  "Of course, it will never happen again. Drop my key and get out from my house. You're a disgrace."

  "Believe me, I didn't do anything with him."

  I closed my eyes.

  "Before I open my eyes you have disappeared from my house. At the count of three. One.....two......"

  I heard the sound of something dropping on the floor and thought she had left.

  ".....and three."

  I opened my eyes, lo and behold, Chioma was before me. As naked as Eve in the garden of Eden before the serpent came. She was the most beautiful lady I had seen in all my years in Abeokuta. Something moved in my body, I was losing composure.

  "I'm sorry Kacy."

  "I think I told you to leave my.......I mean......listen, I'm not happy with you."

  "I know and I'm sorry."

  She came closer to me, untied the towel on my waist, letting it drop on the floor. I became Adam in the garden of Eden  before the serpent came. She ran her fingers between my laps. I lost composure intoto.

  "Listen, you're leaving first thing in the morning."

  "I will."

  She pushed me gently backward until I fell unto the couch.

  "Don't think I'm joking. You're leaving first thing in the morning. "

  "I know, very early." She smiled.

  And that was how all my gra-gra was folded and wrapped in Chioma's pant. From that day, seductive hypnosis became her most potent weapon against me.

BACK TO PRESENT:

  Chioma was intently avoiding looking at my face. She tried to find something to do or say to bring the situation under her control. She knew I had the antidote to her seductive aura. Her game was up.

  "Are you still denying?" I raised my voice.

  "Honey, our sons are your children."

  "Then how do you explain this?"

  I dropped the hospital report  before her. She fixed her eyes on it, with shock on her face. The first line read, "CLINICAL ANALYSIS - DNA RESULTS."

  In my three years experience with the Man O' War, we were taught  several  methods of getting  the truth from someone that is bent on hiding the truth. I left Chioma in the sitting room and climbed the stairs in quick strides to our room.

  In a lower case drawer beside the bed was an Awka made semi automatic lugger that I bought  at Onitsha four years ago. I made sure there was no bullet inside before climbing down the stairs. Chioma was not there.

  "Chioma," I called. No response.

  "Chioma," I called again.

  "Dad," Kachamma called me as she entered through the exit door, "Mum just left in a hurry with the boys."

  "In her car?"

  "Yes Dad."

  "Gush!"

  I ran outside, her vehicle wasn't there, neither was any of the boys.

  "Which side did she drive to?"

  "That side." She pointed with a finger.

  I had my suspicion all along of who the biological father of the boys could possibly be. Her Ex, Chike, that sells recharge cards at Abeokuta. And running away with the boys, he could be the one she was running to. I knew where he lived.

  I felt my pocket for my car key, it wasn't there. I had left it on the table. I rushed into the house, the car key wasn't on the table and the hospital report too. Maybe I left the key in the car. I ran upstairs to my room, loaded the lugger with three bullets, collected some wads of cash and ran back outside to my car.

  "Bello open the gate." I shouted.

  My gateman didn't answer.

  "Malam, malam."

  No answer.

  I got to my car, it was locked and the key wasn't there. Chioma had made sure she stopped me from coming after her immediately. She took my car key, the gate was locked and the key was with the gate man.

  "Dad," my daughter called.

  "Mma Daddy."

  "Why is everyone in a hurry?  What's going on?"

  "Don't worry  sweetie, everything is fine. I have to go and look for Mum now. Go inside and wait for Auntie Carol, I will call her to close  the shop and come home at once. Okay?"

  "Okay Dad."

  I knew I had to go to Abeokuta. I knew I needed a vehicle to go there and I knew what to do to get one. I adjusted the lugger on my waist as I walked towards the gate.

  But, where is Malam Bello, my gate man?

Very soon, blood is going to flow. Nobody can stop me.

To Be Continued.

Brought to you by E_Generaz Empire

Cc: Kelechi Onuoha

© '18.