Love cannot produce children. My mother was right. I should have left you long ago. I need a wife who can give me sons, not a woman who fills my house with silence. By tomorrow, Gozi, I want you out of my house. N Goi broke down, falling to her knees, clutching the edge of his trousers. Please, Chik, do not do this.
Give me more time. Give us more time. God can still answer us. Chik pulled his leg away as if her touch disgusted him. God has nothing to do with this. You are the problem, and I am tired. You will leave. That is final. The argument echoed through the walls. The maids in the house whispered among themselves, but none dared to enter the room.
Go’s sobs filled the air as she tried one last time. Chike, look into my eyes. Look at the woman who cooked for you, who washed your clothes, who prayed for you when you were sick. I have given you everything I could. Do not throw me away like trash. Butchik’s heart was hardened. He picked up his phone and made a call in front of her.
Yes, barristister. Okke, prepare the papers. I want a divorce immediately. Yes, she will leave tomorrow. Goi froze, staring at him in disbelief. You called your lawyer already? You planned this? Chike, how could you? Chik looked down at her, his tone sharp. N Goi, you are a burden. I am freeing myself.
If you love yourself, pack your things tonight. By morning, I do not want to see you here. Goi stood slowly, her body weak, her heart breaking into pieces. She walked to the wardrobe and began to fold her clothes into a small bag. Her hands shook so much that she could barely zip it. Every dress she folded carried memories.
Birthdays, church services, quiet dinners. But now those memories felt like lies. As she packed, Chikstood watching, his arms crossed, his face stone cold. Not once did he move to stop her. Not once did his heart soften. Goi finally lifted her small bag, her tears falling freely. She turned to him one last time, her voice breaking.
Chik, you will regret this. One day you will see the truth. One day you will understand what you have done. Butchik did not answer. He looked away as if she were already gone. With slow steps, Goi walked out of the bedroom, her slippers dragging on the marble floor. The house that once felt like a home now felt like a prison.
She passed the maids who bowed their heads, afraid to meet her eyes. She pushed open the big front door, and the night air hit her face. She paused, looking back at the mansion she had called home for 7 years. Then she whispered to herself, “I may be leaving with nothing, but I will not remain broken. My God will fight for me.” And with that, Gozi stepped into the darkness, her bag in her hand, her tears falling, but her spirit quietly vowing that this was not the end of her story.
