Hamet Johnson, I have never met her before but I have heard all about her. She is
the daughter of the owner of our house. Only daughter.
When we packed into the side wing of the twin duplex, we were told that the house
was previously occupied by her and the husband. We were told that she travelled
abroad and that because it’s her house, we are to pay all monies to her, in fact we
moved in the week after she moved out.
There is a room in the house that still belongs to her where her loads were kept,
that’s why we got the house a bit cheaper than the market value.
We are currently owing her about two years rent because we have a three year long
financial challenge that resulted in rent debt, we are yet to catch up on the bills.
I had called severally to beg her, and she had always sounded like an angel. I have
even given testimony in church to thank God for her life. I have been hoping to meet
with her one day.
Now I have met her in a very disgraceful situation. I have spoilt all the goodwill of
many years because of my promiscuous husband.
Pastor’s voice brought me back from my thoughts; Yes, sister Joy, she is Sister Hamet
Johnson, she just came back from United Kingdom two nights ago. She has been
living in United Kingdom for seven years after her husband of six months bathed her
She has done multiple surgeries to correct the face after the acid attack from a very
abusive six months marriage right under the nose of her father. The acid attack was a
very big news then; you must have read about it sister Joy.
I was looking at both of them like a secondary school student caught life with
textbook in an examination hall. Ahhhh my village people have completed a threeunit course in my life. They must be rejoicing in their coven now.
Pastor Mrs. Interjected; don’t worry sister Joy, she is a very understanding lady, she
can see you have been through stress.
At this time my tears have started again, I didn’t know I have a whole thousand litres
of water hidden behind my eyes. I was really feeling ashamed.
Pastor was staring at my bags again and he made a very intriguing discovery, Sister
Joy, seems your case and my case look alike, when I got to the point where I was fed
up with my marriage and things were about to start changing, I was also in the
hospital and my possessions were also dropped with me at the hospital, same case is
happening here too. If you decide to work on your marriage, things can change for
Hmmm, now I don’t know what to say again ohhh. With the great error of calling my
landlady my husband’s concubine, how do I convince everyone that I am not the
problem of my marriage but my callous husband is.
Pastor, my loads are out already, I cried.
I fetched my purse and gave Pastor the note written by my monster husband, he
read it, sighed and told me he was coming back shortly.
I used his absence to talk to my Pastor’s wife, mummy I cried.
Please understand me, please mummy, I can’t go back to that house, I can’t go back
ma. Mummy will you want your own child to go back to an abusive relationship?
My husband has made up his mind and he will make life difficult for me,
With all my plea, I can see I was not being heard, how I wished I was far from the bed
to faint again
Just then the door opened and Pastor came in with My Angelic Landlady, with her
wonderful smile, she really looked elegant in the red gown with flowers in the front
(How fast can a person change from an arch enemy and a devil to a saint. Some few
minutes ago she was my enemy, as of now she is the second in command to angel
I went from the bed to the floor, I knelt down to greet her in a second, Ahhh ma,
aunty Hamet, my mummy, please ma, I apologies for the sorry, no I mean I am sorry
for the apologies that I, oh no, I mean I am sorry I fell into the gutter for you or no
sorry erm, am sorry…..
She came forward and told me to take it easy, “my sister (oh that voice is like
soothing waters), take it easy, I understand, please rise up and rest, you had mild
concussion and you need to rest please”. She lifted me up back to be bed.
I was crying like “egbere”, a dwarf pitiful demon…. The embarrassment was not of
After she succeeded in making me sit on my bed, I noticed a young man standing by
Pastor followed my gaze to the man at the door who seems to be smiling at my
display. Pastor nudged sister Hamet to introduce the man to us.
Sister Hamet, beaming with smiles went to the arms of the man by the door and
introduced him to us, please meet my husband.
I smiled, ehyaa, she finally met another man to marry her after the first wicked man
that poured her acid, at least Pastor can allow me to marry another man if this sister
too can be happy again.
In my eagerness to please her, I congratulated her, Haaaa my sister congratulations,
thank God you found a good man after that beast of a husband poured acid on you,
ehyaa I am happy for you ooo….
Pastor Mrs was staring at me like I just spoke in Greek, Pastor was trying to shut me
up by staring at me and blinking his eyes.
I had spoilt my image before so I was bent on redeeming it, since I know about the
accident that made her traveled out, I will use that to win her trust. Even if Pastors’
eyes were to fall off his socket, I won’t shut up, I am bent on the fact that I must
remedy my mistake.
Come to think of it, the sister concerned was smiling and the gentle man was smiling
beautifully. If only my husband will smile to me like that, we won’t be in this mess.
I wanted to speak again but sister Hamet signaled I stop and she explained; My
Sister, this is my husband, the same man I married before I left Nigeria, my one and
Before I could control my mouth I asked in disbelief, the one that poured acid on
She nodded in the affirmative.
Ahhh my mouth will not kill me.
Author: Femi Oluyamoju