Diary of a Fusspot-Epilogue

I rolled over on the side of the bed and looked at the time. 6.30 am. I had to be on my way to work if I wanted to beat the morning traffic. Ike had already got up and was bathing Anna. I was grateful. I had no reason to fuss this morning. As his office was nearer, he would drop Anna at school and I would be able to pick her up on my way from work. We were functioning like a well oiled machine.

We had put the Madu  saga behind us and Ike had kept his job but was working towards setting up his company in the future. He wanted to spend more time with the family. I was enjoying my new challenges at work although I still got needled that I had to get up early. And Titi was doing great.  She had recently got a new job as a secretary and though the pay was modest, after the divorce settlement and her family’s support she was quite well off. In fact, we would see how well she was doing tonight as we were inviting her for dinner.

The whole episode had made me learn not to take things for granted. I found more reasons to be thankful these days. Less reasons to worry. And although my dear Chinelo had lost her gist partner; she had been keeping herself busy by getting elected as the chairman of the landlords association which afforded her the opportunity to visit everyone’s home within the estate and suggest improvements. A job which she relished. I had seen her grow in her role and was gratified.

And I had a surprise Ike didn’t know about yet. I planned to buy the test kit on my way home but I was fairly certain Anna may have a little brother or sister soon. And as I got behind the wheel, I was tempted to look ahead and wonder how I was going to cope with the new job and added responsibility and Ike planning to make this major change. then I shook my head as if in an attempt to clear it. Worrying was so yesterday. Fussing was so last year. I had learnt of a more productive way…

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When we arrived at the Madu’s residence, I was unsure what to expect.  I wondered if it would be wiser to wait for our lawyer before going in but Ike felt we could go in and find  out what she wanted first,  while we waited for Edison to arrive.  As we got in, we met Mrs. Madu crying softly and then she wordlessly handed us a letter even before we sat down.  She said it had just been delivered to her.

It took me a few minutes before I realized what the letter contained even though Ike and I read it together. It was addressed to his wife. Ike’s face lighted up as he read and I was still puzzled, trying to understand what it said. I was horrified.   Madu had taken his own life!  Then I had to read it three times to understand why.  Apparently he had run away with some young girl to the Bahamas who had then stolen most of his money and deserted him. He was a man at the end of his rope. And he had done  what seemed to him to be the only way out. His letter was filled with regret. He apologized for abandoning his wife and children and for the pain he caused her by asking for the divorce. He apologized to Ike as well for framing him and running away with the company’s money. It was a  full confession albeit from the grave. And he signed it with his own name.

I couldn’t believe it. There in my hands was my husband’s exoneration. It took a few moments for it to register. It was like I had woken up from a bad dream. I put my arm around Mrs. Madu who was still sobbing profusely. Whatever Daniel  Madu had done it was apparent that he was still loved by his wife. Ike called his lawyer and gave him the details and was gesticulating. His voice was low in deference to Mrs. Madu’s distress. Although I couldn’t hear the conversation, I knew we had come to the end of this particular battle.

The End Of the Story

So it’s been a very long time I have been on here. I have gone from despairing about ever writing at all to wondering if I have anything left to say, to wondering if my writing ever mattered to anyone.  So much has happened in my personal life and around the world. But … we’re still here. And possibly, I can still put my virtual pen to paper. I don’t how long it will be or how often I would do it… but the story continues.  It isn’t totally dead yet. We are not yet at the end.

This thought encourages me when I look at recent happenings around the world. Despite the recent terror attacks, love triumphs over hate. God’s light pierces the darkness. The reason why in this uncertain times  we can walk with  Him, trust in him and worship Him is because we know that He knows the end of the story. And we can be rest assured that it is a good ending because we love Him. Remember this today, this weekend and the rest of the year. He’s writing your story; and though the plot seems to thicken and there are many twists and turns, you know that you’ll smile when you get to the very last page.