The Magic Bottle! (1)

“Die, you crazy, stupid witch! Husband snatcher! I’ll kill you today!” That was the terrible, biting and angry utterances of Mrs. Iyabo Adejobi as she continued beating and battering Sikira, the housemaid.

Sikira’s sin was that she was pregnant for Mr. Adejobi, who was her boss’ husband. All the while Sikira was just weeping and sobbing like a little kid. She cried and cried as the fat, saucy and boisterous boss descended on her, beating the hell out of her. Mr. Adejobi himself had gone to his office when all this took place. The poor girl was stripped naked and pushed inside the heavy rain. What was left on her frail body was her bra and underwear. Mrs. Iyabo tore Sikira’s clothes to shreds. The woman came down in a fury that could only be compared to the volcanic lava or liquid fire. The young lady was shivering inside the rain. And that very morning, the elements were extremely harsh, as the torrential downpour was not something normal at all.

What actually happened was that Mrs. Iyabo Adejobi had travelled to visit her aged parents in far away Kogi state and she spent three weeks with them. Before she came back from her trip, Mr. Adejobi had impregnated the young, hardworking and beautiful housemaid. Times without number, Mr. Adejobi used to engage his wife in arguments over domestic issues. Mrs. Iyabo’s handling of her matrimonial responsibilities was really bad and unsatisfactory. Mr. Adejobi always complained about her cooking, rude manners and general conducts, which he didn’t like.

Mrs. Iyabo didn’t manage her home very well. The family’s meal would be served late and when her husband complained she would get angry and rain abusive words on him. She had three kids. She wouldn’t wash the clothes of her children but let them pile up, very dirty and unkempt. Her meals were not always sweet and tasty.

So, it was a welcome relief when Mrs. Iyabo employed the young Sikira to help her with home chores. Mr. Adejobi took personal interest in the young lady who was charming and equally hardworking. Before the whole family woke up Sikira was already awake, cooking the meal. She was a good cook. She would make sure there was water in the tank. She would do the family laundry and the children were always neat, ditto Mr. Adejobi who looked spick and span always. Gradually, Mr. Adejobi started developing amorous interest in the young lady. She was also obedient, courteous and respectful. So, when Mrs. Iyabo Adejobi travelled, that was the only opportunity her husband had been waiting for. He seduced and lured the young lady who had obviously won his heart. That eventful afternoon, Mrs. Iyabo paid N30,000 to some thugs and hoodlums to deal with the young, beautiful maid. Out in the cold, the merciless thugs molested and tortured the girl and dragged her in the mud while she begged for mercy with tears dropping from her brows.

“Die, you bitch!” the leader of the hoodlums hollered threateningly. “We were invited to deal with you till you have miscarriage!” There was nobody to rescue Sikira from the hands of the heavily armed thugs. People fled the scene for fear of being attacked if they dared intervened. The young girl was in her pool of blood when Mr. Adejobi arrived from office at exactly 6.30p.m. He was shocked and dumbfounded.