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REGRET

The story...


The rain was drizzling when I parked my Toyota Camry across the other side of Railway Road, Port Harcourt. it was about 10 am, Monday morning. The morning rain which is a myth to bad omen showed no signs of stopping.

My car was damaged on the windscreen from the incidents of last week.

A blue striped t-shirt I wore was completely drained with the drizzling rain when I tried to get the broken car windscreen covered with nylon. With all the rumbling clouds and the drizzling rain, my mind was far off what was happening to me as I contemplated what the day has in store for me.

As I crossed to the High Court premises, people with different cases were busy with their lawyers.

"Mr. Alex, help me to help you" my lawyer probed further.

"Did you commit this crime intentionally?" he asked as if we didn't have this conversation before in his initial consultation.

"No, no my counsel. Who would want to take his wife's life just a year into the marriage?" I replied with a trembling voice.

"Fine... Alex. I could understand that these things happen here and there and like I will always advise, anyone who isn't ready to withstand provocation shouldn't venture into marriage" he said with a look of pity on his face. His last words pierced me like a sharp blade.

My heart raced back to what happened on the 13th of March. How my wife had denied me food for days on the account of taking calls from an unknown woman.

Before the ensuing duel, we'd been a in constant face-off over little issues in the house, and before the climax, a few days back, my wife had locked me outside for failing to give details of the conversation I had with a business client she eavesdropped on.

In an attempt to explain, Ann completely refuted my explanation and tagged it lies.

Since then, our relationship kept suffering.

The following day when I returned from work hungry, I reached the kitchen to make myself something to eat, my wife stood up from where she was watching her favorite program "KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIAN", rushed to the kitchen, and flung the pot of noodles I was preparing into the kitchen wastebasket.

Calmly, I walked out of the kitchen and went straight to take a shower.

"What's holding you there, Alex. Are you on a call with your concubine?" She yelled with a loud bang on the bathroom door.

"This house won't contain the both of us today. Since you could muster the courage to sleep around all in the name of the business and still refused to tell me who called you the last two nights." Ann roars like a lion.

"I never knew I was marrying a shameless he-goat. She shouted..."

I opened the bathroom door, and there Ann spread her arms with a packed face like Israel Adesanya delivering a fatal blow to his opponent.

I pleaded that she let me out but my wife keep raining curses on me.

I dressed up to leave so I could have peace. The truth is that I didn't know where I was going, just needed to leave the house at that moment to calm my boiling nerves.

Got in the car and tried to drive away, Ann rushed, picked up the garden scissor, and threw it at my windscreen, which shattered If that wasn't enough, she stood just in front of the car to stop me from going out.

I came down and pleaded with Ann to give me the way. She refused, pointed the scissor at me, and promised I wasn't going to leave the house that afternoon.

So, I could get away from her, I reversed and tried to get Ann off the road by turning the tires in another direction, there she threw scissors at the windshield and quickly raced to the gate to lock it.

I attempted to scare her out of the way out of provocation, and there the side mirror hit Ann and she dashed her head on a closed flower pot. She fell lifeless on the floor.

I stood frozen at Ann's lifeless body. Guilt swallowed me.

I picked up the phone, call the police, and informed them of my act.

That led to me facing charges of homicide at the federal high court in Port Harcourt.

"Alex Uboh, you have been found guilty of homicide and your jail term of 34 years will be with hard labor..."The jury pronounced.

My anger management caused my wife's death and my freedom.

I am Alex Uboh, and this is what has befallen me.

~ Patrick Ekong


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