man in a white coat informed her that she had lost the pregnancy. The wedding was now a few months away.
But the story did not end there. Nosa had expected that after losing the baby, Osaze would no longer marry her. So, she was very surprised when he insisted on proceeding with the wedding arrangements. In fact, Osaze was even more supportive after the miscarriage, than when Nosa was still pregnant. She thanked God over and over again for giving her such a faithful, supportive, caring and loving man. It was this man that she would be happy to call her husband in just a few hours.
Nosa rubbed her belly again, and opened her eyes. Mercy had finished applying her makeup, and began to help Nosa into the white gown she would wear to say 'I do' to Osaze. They had spoken on the phone the night before, saying sweet nothings to each other. However, when Nosa had tried calling him again that morning, network issues had barred any further phone conversations. So, they had resorted to texting each other back and forth. The last text Nosa had sent had said something along the lines of how she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with Osaze. And she expected a reply, so she kept checking her phone.
Mercy was making a joke about how the church would be full of people wearing different shades of pink and silver, even though Nosa had made it clear that 'baby pink' and 'light silver' were the precise shades of colors guests were to wear. As Nosa watched her mother pencil in her eyebrows, Mercy had whispered in Nosa's ear that she was certain that the eyebrow fairy would have plucked enough eyebrows from some women, and re-distributed an abundance of eyebrows on the faces of other women. Nosa laughed as she pictured the church, a mix of pink and silver, with women gorgeously attired, head ties expertly tied, and men craning their necks to look over the head ties at the stage in front of them.
Just then, Nosa's cell phone buzzed. Osaze had sent her a text and her heart raced as unlocked her phone and read it expectantly:
"Nosa, since you cannot retain a child for three months, I have found someone who can. Agnes is four months pregnant for me, and she is the one I will be spending the rest of my life with. I won't be waiting for you at the altar."
Nosa began laughing wildly waving her phone in the air. At first, nobody understood what was happening until she started pulling out the silver pins one by one. Then, she began to rip her wedding dress apart violently. That was when Mr. Osagie heard his wife's voice rise into a high-pitched scream, a sound he had never heard before. She was screaming and crying bitterly, that her enemies had struck her only child. And as soon as he entered Nosa's bedroom, and looked into his daughter's eyes, he knew that there would be no wedding. Nosa had lost her mind.
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About the Author
Sharon Abimbola Salu was born and raised in Lagos, Nigeria where she lived until she relocated to the United States of America. Her stories are mostly set in Nigeria, and she writes the kind of stories she would like to read. A professed lover of spicy foods, she loves experimenting with new recipes, to the dismay of non-spicy food lovers. Apart from writing, photography is her other hobby.
To learn more, you can visit her blog at https://sharonsalu.wordpress.com
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