Short Story: Too Late!

by Shehu Idris



Akande shoved the creaking door amongst all his powerfulness every bit he staggered in, a capped bottle of McDowell’s clamped underneath his armpit.


His tattered, carelessly buttoned shirt reeked of everything from alcohol to marijuana.

With groggy eyes he searched the stuffy, dimly lit one-room flush for his wife.

He has been similar this since his teenage years – worshiping alcohol as well as feeding on marijuana.

Abstinence fifty-fifty for a unmarried twenty-four hours spells doom. He would move insane without both.

"Hey, stupid!” he called out, cervix hung inward the direction of his wife. “Why didn't you lot opened upwards the door for me on time?” Every syllable came amongst a mist of saliva.

His married adult woman ignored him. All her attending was focused on the infant inward her arms. The tiny infant, barely 3 months old, sucked hungrily at her correct breast.

Reaching for a napkin on the shaky woods tabular array beside her she wiped away the beads of effort that the intense oestrus had brewed on her forehead.

She wiped her infant too, downward to the tender neck.

"Woman!” Akande bellowed again, sending out additional dribs of spit. “I asked you lot a question! Or accept you lot gone deaf similar your mother?”

At the hearing of "your mother" the married adult woman could no longer breadbasket the insult.

Not her woman bring upwards again; he can't maintain mentioning her every fourth dimension he threw himself into some other skunk mood.

"Baba Taju! You know you've started again. You accept started again! Go dorsum to wherever you lot are coming from as well as struggle amongst them at that spot as well as move out me inward peace o! Stupid drunkard!"

Rolling her eyes at the shameful human she married, a shrill hiss followed.

"Me? Stupid drunkard? It is your begetter that is a stupid drunkard!"

Akande swung round, barely managing to rest standing, grabbed as well as turned the fundamental to lock the door.

Turning back, he wobbled forward, towards his wife, produce to pounce on her similar he's been doing for 3 consecutive days now.

With fiddling view to the new-born infant inward the woman's arms, he threw a punch at her, only underneath her rib cage.

"Ye!!!" she cried, clutching firmly to the baby.

But when a to a greater extent than powerful 1 landed on the corner of her mouth, she couldn't fifty-fifty concord herself non to advert her baby.

She was sent dorsum amongst force, as well as caput showtime she landed on the floor.

And the baby?

Rolling on the hard, cement floor, the newborn gave out a swell outcry of anguish through his sparse lips.

The outcry that woke the entire compound!

Soon, they were at their door, banging as well as screaming.

But that didn't halt Akande still.

Sending clouts afterwards clouts to his wife’s sparse body, the adult woman alone joined her infant inward wailing.

She struggled to squirm away from the insane human she called husband; she knew he wouldn't halt until she’d larn unconscious.

She must help herself. She must defend herself—somehow. For herself as well as her fry she must, else she volition live history.

They’ll both live history.

Hands scrabbling some for something, anything to salvage herself with, she lastly felt something.

Something thick as well as heavy.

She gripped it firmly, every bit e'er she could, as well as when the mad human bent downward to drill yet some other punch into her, she smashed his unreasoning skull amongst it.

The bottle shattered, blood mixed amongst liquor spilling everywhere.

With one-half of the bottle similar a shot inward precipitous fragments, she clutched onto a bloodied shard.

And as well as hence she aimed strongly for his chest, piercing him all the means through.

"Uhmmm—uhmm," Akande gave out, earlier slumping to the floor.

Thick, dark-brown blood speedily circled him.

The frantic adult woman pulled out the bottle slice as well as sent it inward again.

And as well as hence again.

And Again.

Finally, the door of the room was knocked downward as well as their neighbours rushed in.

Welcomed yesteryear the sight of a dishevelled adult woman grasping a bottle fragment amongst blood dripping off it as well as a human worming inward a puddle of his ain blood as well as a dead infant lying all the same amongst a cracked as well as bloody skull, they could alone stand upwards rigid as well as watch.

They were also late.

Just also late.

Clearly, every bit many of them would proceed to say, the devil has done his work.


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Say NO to domestic violence.

Why box when all you lot demand is talk.

Livid situations demand placid solutions.


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Story edited yesteryear DNB Stories

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Shehu Idris is a Mass Communication educatee at the University of Lagos, amongst the sobriquet, 'Unchoppable Eba'.

Connect amongst him on Twitter: @NA_Idrizeba

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