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Revenge Of The Uneducated Episode 1



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Revenge Of The Uneducated Episode 1 – I woke up with a start, as light filled the room and room  and hurt my eyes, the television was on but I could not make what it was showing or saying, I wasn’t sure where I was, but I started gaining my senses back, I was in our large living room, I had slept off watching Zee TV, the channel that has caught my fancy lately.

‘What are you doing here, cant you watch this thing in your room?’ Asad’s voice brought me out of my half sleep state, I looked up, and glanced at the ornate wall clock, it was 1 am in the morning.

‘Change it to Al Jazeera.’ Asad commanded. I fumbled around on our plush sofa looking for the remote control, I found it under the seat, I was cautious while lifting it to retrieve it as I could feel Asad’s eyes on my every move, I changed it, a young woman in fancy red suit was talking.

I didn’t want to watch Al Jazeera, in fact I didn’t want to watch anything, I wanted to sleep, but I shared the same room with Asad, I was not in a mood to stay in the the same room with him, he would irritate the life out of me, so I would wait for him to be done before going to bed, if only I was already asleep, I wouldn’t have to witness his disgusting drama.

Asad headed for the bed room, he had asked me to change the channel, and he wasn’t even going to watch, I hissed under my breath. I watched him take measured steps towards the room, he was a very meticulous human being, he did everything perfectly and expected so from others, not a pin should be out of place.

I waited until I was sure he was out of sight, and changed the channel back to Zee tv, they were repeating the shows, I just switched off the TV.


I walked over to our magazine rack, which was beside the bookshelf which had so many books from different class. Asad is very passionate about business and that reflected in his choice of books, I am a versatile reader, that resulted in books from many fields including medicine on the shelf, Asad had them all arranged in Dewey decimal classification. The shelf had another use,for display for our guests.

I pulled out an Indian magazine from the rack, it had Katrina Kaif on it’s cover looking anorexic, I could swear they shrunk her to size zero. I flipped through it. After a while I could not grab anything, I was feeling very sleepy, I glanced at the clock, it was 1:30 am, so I anticipated Asad might have finished his sickness in the room, I switched off the light and headed to the room.

Asad was still arranging things, I said nothing to him neither did he to me, I climbed carefully on our extremely large ornamental bed with a metre high head board and shorter post at each border, with intricate arabian design studded with stones. I tried not to ruffle Asad’s side. He was still putting things in their place, Asad is the neatest person I have met in my entire life, he kept his shoes aligned when he pulled them from his feet, everything was aligned. I sank to the comfort and richness of the pure satin bedsheets imported from Spain.

I watched as Asad carried and placed things, it was annoying, I could not believe I was once madly in love with this man, my whole life till date I had always been the center of attention. I could not believe he didn’t notice my scandalously cut silk nightie, or the very expensive arabian midnight oud perfume I wore which filled the air. It was as if I had gone extinct, he didnt talk to me nor look at me anymore. I felt vibration near my feet, I sat up to check, it was Asad’s phone, it was locked with a password, if I wanted I could hack it, but Asad didn’t know that. The problem with smart phones was being too smart for their own good, the message displayed across the screen, it read “missing you already”with a stupid heart by the side, it was sent by a “Leila”.

Just then I saw Asad looking at me holding his phone from the mirror, he is the most vain man I have ever seen, always looking himself over in the mirror, even before coming to bed with a wife that knew him intimately, and cared less whether he came to bed or not.

‘Who is Leila?’ I asked.

‘Give me the phone Ladidi.’ Asad said facing me.

Who is Leila?’ I repeated, waving the phone, I got up ruffling the bed in the process, at that moment I didn’t care. If Asad was ignoring me and my needs for some bitch, I needed to know who the filth she was, I threw his blackberry Porsche with all my strength at the mirror and it broke to a thousand pieces.


Asad turned and looked at the broken mirror then me, without warning he landed me resounding slap that gave rise to long humming sound in my ears, I held my cheecks, he slapped me not because I destroyed things but because I dirtied the room, I knew because I have been married to him for ten long years.

He tried walking over the glass to find another haven to sleep, but I wasn’t done, I jumped at him and held his shirt.

‘How dare you raise your filthy hands on.’ I said pulling him, I saw a look of horror on his face, it was not for me calling him filthy but for pulling at his pyjamas that he spent time smoothening on his body infront of the mirror, he shoved me so hard, I landed against one of the pillars of the bed, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, I screamed as hot fluid came between my legs and black.

I woke up to a familiar yet distant surrounding, biege walls, water dispenser I could swear I’ve seen before. My gaze fell on the medium size LCD TV, it was on africa magic.

I looked around, I was in Nia hospital, the closest to my house also one of the best in Abuja with exclusive IVF facilities and renowned gynecologists, I have been here before, perhaps not this room but they were identical. Ladi my maid was sitting on the sofa watching the movie that was showing, I tried saying something but my voice was weak, Ladi heard me all the same, she quickly came to my side.

‘What happened?’ I asked in hausa the only language Ladi seemed to understand.

‘We’re in the hospital’. She said fiddling with her fingers, I could tell she was nervous.

‘I know where we are, I am asking why am here.’ I said.

Just then the door clicked and saved Ladi, Nafisa my sister in law came in, she was not so good looking, I often wondered how my brother fell for her, in fact I was rest assured she used love potion, I never let her forget how ugly she was or how she didn’t deserve my brother. she sat by my bedside and she smiled.

How are you feeling?’ She asked.

‘Horrible, what happened?’ I asked again.

‘You fell’

I fell, when? I thought, then the events of that night came back, I was filled with rage but could express my anger, I was weak.

‘Nafisa did I?, I was afraid to finish the sentence.

Yes’ she said caressing my hair. ‘But dont worry doctor says you’ll be alright soon.’


Tears came to my eyes, not again I thought why!, why!, why! did this always have to happen.’ I wailed, my head was now resting on Nafisa’s lap, her wrapper was soaking my tears as they fell. The door clicked again, I heard heels click on the marble floor and I knew my family had come to offer their fake condolences.


‘Sannu Hajiya.’ Both Nafisa and Ladi said together, Nafisa was already getting up, I knew my mother was around, I could smell her signature perfume, she sat where Nafisa had sat and hugged me, I knew she felt my pain, she has gone through it before, five good times, she knows that the pain deviates from the pain of loosing to hatred towards people we had to live with, the ones who inflicted the pain on us.

‘It’s ok, don’t cry anymore, it’ll be alright.’ She said patting my back, at such times I could feel her love for me.

Sarah my eldest sister came to my side she offered her condolences, patted my thighs and went to sit, Noora My immediate elder sister was present but said nothing, Najma the youngest of all of us was also present, she sat at my feet, she said nothing but pressed my feet and gave me a warm smile.

They stayed for sometime then Noora said she had to pick her son from school, it was a blatant lie, because she has never visited their school before.

They all left, even though only Noora had to pick her son from school, the clicking of their designer heels making a rhythmic sound that made me sick to the pit of my stomach.

Asad came in next, he looked dashing as ever, but I all I wanted was to shove shit on his face, he asked after my health stayed for a while, made a lame excuse and left, I was then left with Nafisa and Ladi.

I had lost yet another pregnancy, this was my third miscarriage, I didn’t want to be like Mama and Sarah who had miscarriages 5 times, it was always caused by our husbands when they got angry.

I looked at Nafisa, she was ugly also from a poor family yet her husband adored her, he has never laid a finger on her, she had the most perfect marriage, and I wondered how she did it, here I was beautiful, rich, gave birth to sons, yet my husband treated as a punching bag.

My life was a mess, I didn’t understand my family, my husband was a like stranger and we got distant from each other by day.

The cat was out of the bag, it was no longer a speculation, Asad was having an affair, I will soon be the new laughing stock. ‘Upon all her beauty, her husband is running after another girl, it serves her right.’ My enemies will say.

Asad has to pay, yes he must pay for ruining my life, polygamy was accepted in our religion but I was not ready to accept it. I thought of many ways to make Asad pay for his deeds, I was burning with the flames of vengeance, then it came to my mind just what to do to make Asad pay.

Dr zaks walked in casually, he happens to be the very successful owner, and CEO of Nia hospital, a Rolex was glimmering on his wrist, I could tell the shirt under his lab caot was a Pierre Cardin from the logo.

‘How are we today Hajiya Shehnaz?’ He asked.

‘Not fine, but fine enough to leave this place.’ I said jokingly, we happen to be friends, he was our family doctor.

Hope we haven’t offended you.’ He said flashing a smile.


‘Not at all.’

He checked on my pulse, blood pressure and other things and asked questions but I was not prepared for the last question that hit me.

‘Hajiya , how did you obtain this fall?’ He asked with concern on his face.

‘I really cant’ cant remember.’ I stammered.

Well you have to be careful, because you also had a rib fracture, that’s why you’ve stayed this long, I will be discharging you tomorrow.’ He said smilingly, ‘please try to stay safe.’ This time his face serious.

As he was leaving the room, my hatred for Asad was multiplying, he was responsible for this.

I closed my eyes and I went to a time, a time before I met Asad, a time when the world revolved around me and me alone

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