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BN Prose: Broken by Bomi Ehimony



He sat there on one of the five very well designed sofas in his living room, an empty bottle of wine stood on the stool before him with a half-empty glass. His name was Emmanuel – God is with us but he didn’t quite feel the presence of God with him right that minute. His eyes were red, blood red – he had either been smoking something strong or he had been crying.

He let the tears flow freely, as he thought about his wife, his lovely wife. He wondered if he could still call her that – if she would still refer to him as ‘my husband’. He still loved her. He shouldn’t.

He almost smiled when he remembered the first time they met. It was a restaurant – one of those where the conflicting scents of baked foods and fried fish struggle for the attention of your senses. He was having
lunch with Bayo and she was with her boyfriend at the time, Mohammad, they were on separate tables. Mohammad was a tall Kanuri boy with a sturdy middle eastern look, which girls found attractive. She was breathtakingly beautiful. With a small oval face and bright eyes which lit up every time her man said something. Emmanuel stopped listening to Bayo’s ramblings, his thoughts became cloudy. He wanted to stand up and walk towards her table and dismiss Mohammad, but he didn’t, he couldn’t; all he did was make eye contact with her as she left with her boyfriend.

He went to that same restaurant everyday for the next two weeks in the hope that he will find her there; he would say what he did not get a chance to say the last time. He never found her there.

Three months passed before they met for the second time, at a wedding ceremony. The way she smiled when she saw him, it was evident that she had been looking forward to seeing him again the same way he had.
‘My name is Amina. You?’ was the first thing she said to him, even before he said anything. Her smile was the same brilliant, lovely, pulchritudinous one that he had imagined over and over. It was the same one he could not erase from his thoughts. Everything about her was perfect. She wore the pink skimpy dress that every other member of the bridal train wore. He only needed to have a chat with her for five minutes to realize that he would spend the rest of his life with her. They got married 6 months later. Bayo was their best man.

His tears had started flowing down again with vigor. He took the half-empty glass that stood on the stool, and stared at it as if he did not know how it got there. Suddenly, in a fit of rage, he threw with all the force he could muster. He heard the shatter and watched as the liquor stained the perfection of the white walls. He wished he had not gone to the laboratory. He wished he did not know what he knew now.

His eyes caught a framed picture that hung on the wall. A four year old boy he loved so much. A boy that his wife had made him believe was his son, he wondered whose son the boy really was. He hoped it wasn’t Bayo’s.
He looked at the wall clock next to the framed picture: ‘2:15’. Any moment now, Amina would bring home their son, her son from school.

‘Emmanuel, are you okay?’ Amina asks when she arrives. She sees the the white wall that has been designed with splatters of red wine, shattered glass shimmering on the floor.

He looks at Junior, their boy, her boy, and he manages a smile. For the first time, he sees how unlike him Junior looks.
‘Good afternoon, daddy.’ Junior says.
He smiles again when the boy says ‘daddy.’ He sees how dirty the boy’s white uniform has become, my uniform was never this dirty when I was in school, he thinks.
‘How are you, Junior?’ He finally asks.
‘I am fine.’ Junior replies.

‘Junior go inside.’ Amina says, ‘and watch your step. Don’t step on glass’ Junior walks gingerly out of the sight of his parents.

‘Whose is he?’ Emmanuel asks quietly with a wry smile, looking straight into Amina’s eye. The light he always saw inside, the one that made him love her- gone.

She wrinkles her face in confusion. ‘What?’

‘Junior is not my son. Whose son is he?’ He says. The little trace of friendliness in his face is quickly disappearing, changing into something else… viciousness?

‘What do you mean by that? Are you accusing me of adultery?’

Emmanuel spreads his lips, showing his teeth. A very strange smile covers his face, a smile that means something tragic is about to happen.
‘Don’t you dare lie to me.’ He says, as he begins to walk closer and closer towards her. ‘I have been to a lab, the results show that I am incapable of getting any woman pregnant, so don’t you dare lie to me.’ These words come out of his lips unsteadily, as if it’s being accompanied with tears.

Amina is scared. She has never seen her husband like this. Tears move to the corner of her eyes and then down her face. She looks at him now – wondering why she said ‘yes’ to his proposal five years ago. She was not ready to get married at that time, she was too young. But she thought she loved Emmanuel, she found out when they got married that she really did not.

‘Answer me.’ He roars. His domineering voice is intense and impetuous.
‘I’m sorry,’ She cries.

‘Sorry? Really, you are sorry?’ He shouts. His right palm is gradually moulding itself into a fist, he’s going to break the only rule he has ever kept sacred – never hit a woman.

Then, he hears a sound, ‘Daddy?’

Emmanuel and Amina look in the direction of the voice. Junior. Amina rushes to him and hugs him. Neither of them knows how much he has heard. She rubs his head and looks into his eyes. ‘Mummy and daddy love you.’ She whispers into his ear. ‘Everything will be alright.’

She turns around to look at her husband to see if the sight of Junior has calmed him down. Emmanuel is not there.

He is broken. He may or may not return.

Photo Credit:
Bomi Ehimony is from North Central Nigeria and he likes to write. He tweets @_champking and blogs at

Bomi Ehimony is a writer from North Central Nigeria; he is currently working on his first book. He blogs at and tweets @_ChampKing


  1. chizzy

    February 11, 2014 at 9:53 am

    WOW!!! wonderful prose

  2. giggy

    February 11, 2014 at 9:58 am


  3. winnie

    February 11, 2014 at 10:00 am

    Chineke!! i feel frightened at this story!! i’m scared for her.

  4. Feyi

    February 11, 2014 at 10:05 am

    Interesting read! I wanted it to continue.

  5. Debee

    February 11, 2014 at 10:08 am

    Intense… I love this.

  6. onyichick

    February 11, 2014 at 10:12 am

    nice.I still dnt get why women go outside to have kids wen their husband is impotent.shldnt d matter be discussed n a reasonable way forward be drawn instead of going behind his bak.

    • Debbie

      February 11, 2014 at 10:35 am

      Neither Emmanuel nor Amina knew he was Impotent… he alwayss thought Junior was his. He went to the doctors’ that day and he was told he could get a woman pregnant. All this while she had been cheating on him and it would have continued if he didn’t find out about his ‘condition’

      @Writer you have are talented…this is a a very good prose

    • Iris

      February 11, 2014 at 5:17 pm

      To understand that, you have to understand why a man will be cruel enough to let his family blame his wife for a childless marriage when he knows he’s the one that can’t have children, or when a man even refuses to consider taking a fertility test because in his mind it can never be his issue. That doesn’t apply in this story but all these things are intertwined. After pondering that, you can then wonder why adoption carries such a stigma. Childbirth may always be a person’s first choice, but the inability to have one should not be the end of the world. On LIB there was a story about a woman that set her house on fire with her and her husband in it. She couldn’t have children and he refused to adopt and had a whole new family outside that he was planning to bring in and kick her out. The saddest part to me was that WOMEN who lived around her laughed at her for being unable to have kids and her sister in law said they weren’t bringing in a “bastard” (adopted child) into her brother’s house. Tell me how all of this will not mess with someone’s sanity. I have digressed but my point is, when a person acts in a way that is not perceived as normal, we have to ask ourselves why and re-examine how society treats certain issues.

  7. buky

    February 11, 2014 at 10:18 am

    #deep sigh# feeling so bad for the husband sef…… nawa oo

  8. some hater

    February 11, 2014 at 10:18 am


  9. Quirky

    February 11, 2014 at 10:18 am

    Nicely written


    February 11, 2014 at 10:25 am

    I would really like to say it was an interesting read but, it was just ok… My opinion. Would check out your blog though.

  11. winnie

    February 11, 2014 at 10:31 am

    intending couples do all kinds of tests n forget to do the fertility test?? this is a warning!!!

  12. annybeke

    February 11, 2014 at 10:47 am

    I’m in love with Bomi Ehimony’s work already!!! he got me hooked from the first sentence! excellent writing skill and delivery…. such an interesting read.

  13. memoi

    February 11, 2014 at 11:00 am

    hmmm nice one. I wonder what prompted him to go do a lab test. Why didn’t she leave when she found out she didn’t really love him and was cheating on him her only option to a loveless marriage?

  14. Bella

    February 11, 2014 at 11:04 am

    Ok o,nice write up but the story has been spun so many times on 0ur nollywood movies. So yes its captivating but lacks creativity. my own o, don’t vex me abeg!

  15. Lecker

    February 11, 2014 at 11:09 am

    “She was not ready to get married at that time, she was too young. But she thought she loved Emmanuel, she found out when they got married that she really did not”…very typical

    • Bleed Blue

      February 11, 2014 at 1:17 pm

      My dear you lie not…typical as heck!

  16. naana

    February 11, 2014 at 11:16 am

    part 2 plssssss

  17. whocares

    February 11, 2014 at 12:06 pm

    Mother of intensity!

  18. cindy

    February 11, 2014 at 12:24 pm

    Simple n intresting,love it

  19. frances

    February 11, 2014 at 1:09 pm

    Interesting read, love how you meandered between the past and the present..kasala burst in love!

  20. not perfectly perfect

    February 12, 2014 at 4:36 am

    Wetin do iyke naaaaaaa…….mbok take several seats jare….

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