Bimpe’s tears 2

Bimpe couldn’t believe it. Chief Otumba has asked for the unthinkable. How could he? He was old enough to be her father. He was her last option. How could he be so cruel? What should she do? Should she damn the consequences and accept Chief Otumba’s offer or should she guide her pride and watch her brother Kunle die?
That night Bimpe could hardly take anything. She suddenly lost all her appetite, her legs seemed limp and her heart heavy as a log of wood. The sight of her ailing brother Kunle was not helping matters at all. When she was fourteen she had vowed to maintain her purity till she was married and everything seemed to work well, at least up till now. Thoughts thronged Bimpe’s heart from all angles—some of compromise and conformity, others of courage and gumption. Finally, Bimpe slept off amidst all of the crisscrossing thoughts in her mind.
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Early in the next morning, Bimpe as usual set out to make breakfast for her bedridden brother, it was the least she could do.
“Sister, how many days did the doctor say I have to live?” Kunle asked, tears rolling down his eyes.
“Don’t say that!” Bimpe retorted. “Your days are not numbered. You have many more years to live and you shall live.”
“But…………………..”
“No buts, no buts! How many times must I tell you to have faith? How many? Don’t you realize you are all that I have? If you die, who else have I in this world?” This time around, Bimpe was getting emotional but at the same trying hard not to let it show. “Crying will not solve the problem,” she thought. She reasoned that it will only make Kunle feel pathetic for his condition and dampen his spirit the more. Deep down however, she was tensed because she knew Kunle had a point—his days were numbered and he will die soon if Bimpe did nothing about it, and doing something in this case meant consenting to chief Otumba’s advances!
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Bimpe had done it, she had consented to Mr Otumba’s advances—it was only a twenty minute fringe. But to her, it seemed like she had lost the whole world. The emptiness she felt was unexplainable, her heart bled; her conscience ached but at least she had something to hold on to—she had enough to treat her brother; Kunle. That was the only thing that gave her a wave of hope amidst the grief and guilt she felt.
On getting home, Bimpe was faced with the unthinkable; she didn’t want to belief her eyes. Perhaps, it was a figment of her imagination. As she pondered on, she proceeded to the bed where her brother lay. Alas! It was the lifeless corpse of Kunle, his body has gone cold and his muscles rigid. It was then Bimpe let out a loud wail. Indeed, life has been cruel to her. She cried and cried but there was none to console her and then in soliloquy she asked herself, “How did I wrong mother earth? Why didn’t I go down as a stillbirth? Why have I come to fill the sea sand oceans with my tears?

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