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Revenge Of The Uneducated Episode 12



Revenge Of The Uneducated Episode 13

Revenge Of The Uneducated Episode 12 -The pungent smell of urine reeked, I felt sick from the stomach but nothing was to there to throw up, I felt a poke from behind and I steadied myself to avoid falling into the bucket that housed the natural waste of all inmates.

‘Barbie doll carry dah tin joor, abi you tink say na ya papa aus.’ Danger yelled and my heart leaped in fear, I quickly carried the bucket to its destination.

Karma is a strong thing, one thing was sure, it will surely catch up with you and in the most mysterious ways, the ways you least expected. All I can hear is barbie doll this, barbie doll that from all corners, that’s the name Danger gave me upon sighting me.

‘Dis wan resemble barbie doll o!’ She had said and that was it, months ago.

Its been long, I stopped keeping count,and stopped hoping someone would come to my rescue.

Life is strange, I had known nothing but luxury ever since I could remember, I’ve been here sometime but I can’t get used to it, not the smell that makes me sick, Danger’s yelled that makes me super intense nor the food that I’d have nothing without. Am living my worst nightmare, my whole world had turned inside out and am wishing I took different decisions.


When I discovered Asad’s philandering I decided to destroy him, but you can’t play with fire and not get burnt, you also can’t pay fire with fire all you get is more fire and eventually everyone gets burnt.


The last thing I remember is boarding a plane and next I find myself on a hospital bed, police officers, men with NDLEA on their jackets and doctors stood by my bedside with very horrid and scaring expression on their faces and I just knew karma had caught up with me, just didn’t know it would be that soon. I began screaming for my kids but to no avail.

Later I was faced with series of questions later which I couldn’t answer, somehow I was accused of drug trafficking and I was not surprised.

I was given an option of jail term or to spill the beans of my operation, where we I got the drugs, where I sell and whom I sold too, I had ended up with loads of drugs in my blood, while poisoning Nadia I got enough to be classified as an addict. I had no information and I ended up in jail living my worst nightmare.

The worst part was not knowing where my kids are left with my illiterate maid.


I cry myself to sleep every night, that’s when Danger the leader in our cell has slept and it wasn’t my turn to fan or massage her.


‘Barbie doll.’ A Warder shouted from the gates and I jumped up.

‘Yes.’ I answered.

‘Na shahanaaz be ya name?’

My heart stopped and I just stared, someone had come for me, I didn’t know if I should be happy or sad, images began to crowd my mind, how will I face up with my deeds.


‘Answer abi cat don catch ya tongue.’



Ehnn wic kin name be dat, go come mek u come tell me the meaning.’ Danger said as I followed the Warder out.


Reluctantly I walked behind the Warder my heart beating wild in anticipation of who I will see, every step was heavy with my deeds, my wrong decisions my mistakes, my sins.



I’ve never visited the visiting room before, no one visited me, I thought I was dead to the world, I accepted that my life would bleak out awaiting trial in this cell.

The room was small, I was welcomed with the smell of my own perfume, a wave of sensation I can’t explain waved through me as I saw Ladi and Nafisa and I remembered all the days I spent in the hospital, it was always Ladi and Nafisa that were there for me, they were still the ones I had rated lowest, my jail term taught me who matterd and it was those who were there at your lowest.


Tears ran down my cheecks as I saw them, Ladi quickly got up upon sighting me, a look of confusion and fear plastered her face, but she wearing my perfume was the least of my concern.


Nafisa came forward and hugged me, I broke down in tears but I kept glancing at Ladi, asking her with my eyes about my kids she nodded and I understood they were fine.

knew Nafisa knew what I did from the way she kept on looking at me, she was going through the formality of me leaving jail, I wouldn’t have stayed that long even if I was sentenced, but I was awaiting trial all the while and somehow the case was dimissed.



When we left the prison premises, Nafisa looked me and asked.


‘How come drugs where found on you?’ I didn’t answer, if she had any evidence and lead she would have surmised that my contacts with drugs was from me poisoning Nadia carelessly with hope destroying evidences by burning her house.

don’t know how you’re going to take this.’ Nafisa said.


‘What, how are my kids?’

They are fine but I can’t say the same for your husband Asad.’


My heart beat increased, I try not to think about Asad, he was wrong but I was worst, I don’t know if he’ll accept me back after knowing all I did, and Nadia she did not deserve what I gave her.


‘He suffered a heart attack and died.’ Nafisa said, Ladi who was suppose not to understand english let everything she was holding fall to the ground and I slumped.


When I woke up, I was on a hospital bed yet again, Nafisa was there so was Ladi. I held Nafisa and wailed.


‘I didn’t want Asad dead, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, I can return the money.’

What of Nadia? Nafisa asked.


‘It was only her, I didn’t know what came over me when I poisoned her and made her car tumble, Nafisa am sorry.’


‘And the video?


‘That was to punish them not kill Asad

Asad’s ghost came for me, I saw it advance from the door, I tried to scream but I couldn’t my voice had left me. The ghost sat beside me and kept on looking me.


‘Ladidi.’ He called, the voice seemed human.


‘Asad am sorry.’ I said shivering.


‘Why?’ He asked.

touched his face, then his arms I felt the flesh.


‘He’s alive.’ Nafisa’s voice came.


The cat was out, my sins were out from my own mouth. I came down from the bed on my knees.


‘Asad please forgive me, I was carried away.’ I begged holding his legs, he stood up and jerked his legs away.


‘If I forgive you what of Nadia, would that restore her life, Ladidi what you did was inhumane.’



I sat on the floor and Asad left the room, and I knew my life was over, if Asad left me I would be better off in jail with Danger terrorising my life, but how could he want me back I was a murderer.

heard hushed voices of Asad and Nafisa, but I knew Asad won’t accept me and my kids if they grew up and heard their mother’s story, how she schemed and dseigned their Father’s downfall, how she suffered them for months in a hotel room with the maid they would hate me, I can’t commit suscide God would reject my soul but I could leave and repent elsewhere.

My reflection was not what I saw when I looked in the mirror, I saw a broken woman, a woman who had lost everything.


My sister Mina fussed over my veil.


‘These pins sef.’ She said bending over to pick the pins that fell.


‘Mina just drape it, it’s not like this is my first wedding.’ I said tiredly and I was tired of everything, life in particular.


‘Considering everything Nadia, you should be thankful to God.’ Mina said and she was right, but the past can’t just be wiped away, the thing is its still there.

Yes I know Mina, but I can’t help it, I know I’m lucky though.’ I said smiling.


I was lucky to be marrying my childhood sweetheart, even after I betrayed him for my selfish motives.


Whore, bitch, home wrecker are common names given to women that slept with other women’s husbands, adultery is never justifiable for whatever reason, but everything has a reason and there is a story behind every individual.


My life was not perfect, but it was good and I felt good, my middle class parents were ambitious so they sent me abroad for both secondary and tertiary education.


I got a half scholarship at a very expensive school and my parents worked their ass off to pay the remaining tuition, everything was good and could have remained so until I met Ladidi whom I actually mistook for an Emirati, I was surprise to find out that she was fully Nigerian.

We became friends, more like I became her slave but with huge benefits, soon I began to fantasize about being like her, I imagined what it would feel like to cruise in sport cars, wear expensive clothes and use expensive gadgets, my dreams took flight and it landed me in a place of wants and I became a wanna be , Ladidi called me her friend but would intimidate me, manipulate and use me to do her dirty jobs, but I got paid with expensive cast offs.

Soon I became a different person, I would do anything to be among, lie, cheat, and other infamous things, all to live Ladidi’s lifestyle. We went to different universities, while I continued in London she proceeded to the states. After graduating she got married, her wedding was a splash and her husband, hand picked was a greek god, the toast of every woman, but she had him, her wedding was highly beneficial to me, I traveled with her for her shopping and I met Alhaji Burugu though older than my father became my husband, I left Sani my childhood sweetheart for him because he offered me the affluent life I wanted to live.

still felt inferior to Ladidi, she did a good job at that, letting people know they were beneath her, she was so arrogant I began to feel spite for her.


One day I met Asad whilst it was raining heavily, he gave me a lift, his gaze kept lingering to my dripping clothes, then he pulled over at a hotel, and I thought my dreams of being with him would finally come true, but I was wrong, he got my clothes to the drycleaners, 2 hrs later we were out of the hotel and nothing happened.

still felt inferior to Ladidi, she did a good job at that, letting people know they were beneath her, she was so arrogant I began to feel spite for her.

One day I met Asad whilst it was raining heavily, he gave me a lift, his gaze kept lingering to my dripping clothes, then he pulled over at a hotel, and I thought my dreams of being with him would finally come true, but I was wrong, he got my clothes to the drycleaners, 2 hrs later we were out of the hotel and nothing happened.

My relationship with my husband hit the rocks from day one, it was not a joyous ride as I had expected it to be, after my divorce I met Asad again and this time I used my charms and played my cards right by blaming him for my divorce, somehow with his guilt and my determination an affair brewed and I nurtured it with all I had.

Many times Asad tried breaking free but I wouldn’t let him, he funded my life and gave me an edge over Ladidi finally, all her yanga and her one in town husband was sharing my bed.


It all began when I saw a writing on my mirror, you bitch, your end is near. I went to call Asad but it was gone, Asad had attempted to break free ealier and assumed I was making it up, then the hallucinations and itching began, my life became a living nightmare with me missing time.


My mental health was degrading rapidly and Asad took it as I was trying to trap and distanced himself from, he had began to feel some sort of loyalty towards his wife for whatsoever reason I didn’t know.

received a text that Asad was involved in an accident, why would I receive the text when am not his wife, but due to my impaired mental state I jumped into my car and drove off, upon getting on jabi Lake bridge I heard a loud bang and swiftly my car overturned and the water advanced towards me, terror seized me and I passed out.


I woke up in a lot of pain, time eased the physical pain I felt but the emotional pain did not lessen, it increased in time with awareness that I was alone.



I heard it all, about the video and all the calamities that befell Asad, I wished to stay in the hospital forever, the day Asad came he told me he had been hospitalised all the while, he apologized, he came along with an old friend of mine, Sani.


Sani and I had agreed to marry when I left him Married some else for riches, a decision I lived to regret in time, this time Asad and Sani had talked, he had been widowed sometime ago, he agreed to marry me and move out of the country for a while.


‘Nadia.’ A voice called me out of my thoughts, there was no how I will not recognise that voice, the voice responsible for all my woes. I looked at her, ladidi had lost weight but still as beautiful as ever, I was a fool to try to compete with her.


‘I’m sorry, I wish I could change it. She said, her husband had nudged her and left us to talk,


‘I slept with your husband.’ I said, I wanted her to hurt to hear it from me, at least for once she should be the victim, she seemed unperturbed, like I had said nothing.


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