- Posted by Edith Ohaja
- On October 3, 2015
- 64 Comments
Chioma sat in the driver’s seat of her new Innoson Jeep. She had been in the same position for the past 15 minutes, fuming. Although she had inserted the key in the ignition earlier, she couldn’t bring herself to actually start the engine. She was so angry when she left the house and planned to go straight to a lawyer friend to commence divorce proceedings against her husband but she had been warned at driving school not to move a vehicle under strong emotions.
She looked around the spacious interior. This vehicle is too big for me, she thought. With that line of thought, her hands began to relax on the steering wheel which she seemed to have been holding for dear life. As she relaxed her grip, the tightness about her face also began to loosen. Suddenly it dawned on her that she wasn’t going to leave her husband.
He was stubborn, ambitious and single-minded in his present political pursuit quite alright, but he wasn’t a bad person. Just like this huge automobile he bought for her, he had an over-sized heart. All she needed was to stretch herself a little more to help him achieve some of those grandiose plans that kept him awake at night.
It was wrong of him to declare his political aspiration without consulting her, arrogant of him to presume that she would drop everything in order to support him and most insensitive of him to carelessly ask if she had handed in her resignation yet at the breakfast table, before two of his political associates. What conceit! Sounding as if he has won the election already when he hasn’t even secured the party’s ticket!
But she would stand by him, that’s what people do for those they love. Loyalty to a spouse is worth commending, she thought, even to a conceited one like hers. She would rejoice with him if he succeeded and console him if he failed. She would secure a three-month leave of absence, renewable if need be. There was so much to do, people to see, that sort of thing. She really needed to get going. With a quick glance at her reflection in the left side mirror, she turned the key in the ignition and the engine rumbled to life.
Do you feel Chioma is moving in the right direction or she’s just a sucker?