I flashed her a big smile. It was big wry smile, the sort that told you that you’re probably not making any sense at all.
“No, Aunty Meg, there is a very big difference!” I shot back at her, my voice laden with indignation. “I am not his wife, his wife is at home with him right now as we speak. She is the one he recognises as his wife, not me, not any other woman! Except of course if you want me to be deceiving myself, which I definitely won’t!”
Aunty Meg was quiet. She knew I was right, there was no way she could try to make me see things differently, I had spelt things out for her as brutally as I possibly could.
“Okay, I hear you, you’re not officially married, right? I hear you,” she gave up. But not completely.
“So, you like this Prince James guy because he’s cool, right?” she asked.
I nodded, a triumphant smile of victory on my face.
“Do you know even know what he does for a living?” she quizzed me. “All the money he throws around, driving big cars and spending money like its going out of fashion, do you know where he gets them from?”
I shrugged. “I hear he’s into imports,” I replied, my voice low and unsure.
“Imports my foot!” she returned. “Don’t tell me you believe all that nonsese! The guy is a big time criminal, take it or leave it!”
I felt I had had enough. I knew what she playing at. I understood the game she was playing perfectly. She wanted to do everything she could to make Prince look like a terrible person to disuade me from going ahead with my plan. But she was wasting her time. My mind was made up. MD must pay for making me go through all the pains and heartaches he was putting me through.
“Okay, ma, I have heard you very well and I thank you,” I said to Aunty Meg. “But I will not change my mind about him, he is not a bad guy, that I am very sure,” I said to her with a voice laced with a bit of malice.
“And I do understand that you’re trying to protect me and keep me from trouble but I can assure you that you have nothing to worry to about, I will be fine Prince,” I reurher.
“You will be fine with a criminal? An armed robber? A drug baron?” Aunty Meg returned, her countenance looking combative.
