Today we are gonna give you a sneak peek into the book titled the Invisible remote control.
The setting and language used are Nigerian and the characters,events mentioned in this book are all fictional, drawn up from the writers imagination.
Alright let me allow you dive in Happy Reading!!!
Amanda rushed into the room when she heard her friend Stacy scream. Only to find her shivering under the blanket, curled up like a frightened chicken.A Slowly, Amanda lowered the blanket, to see Stacy covered with perspiration. With the sudden intrusion of Amanda, Stacy, held on tight to her friend, while the sobs flowed freely, rocking her frail frame.
Amanda, who did not know what to say to her friend or what to do, offered her a shoulder to cry on…
Whatever was troubling Stacy, should be very sinister, Amanda muttered silently to herself.
With all the willpower she could muster, Amanda gently pulled Stacy away.
Gently caressing her face, and also looking deeply into Stacy’s eyes,
Amanda said, ‘What is the matter? What is wrong? Why are you doing this to yourself? Please talk to me Stacy. I can’t bear to see you this way anymore. It breaks my heart”
Moving her head from left to right repeatedly, Stacy screamed, ‘No!!”
“It is okay, my darling, hush,’ Amanda softly spoke, pulling her into an embrace, with her eyes glittering from the tears she was trying so hard to hold back.
They sat there for about ten minutes, clinging to each other.
The silence in the room was so deafening that the silent movement of the blades of the ceiling fan seemed very loud, until Amanda broke the ice.
“Stacy keeping quiet or ignoring my questions or even hiding whatever pain that is eating you up, will not make it go away. Whatever it is that is giving you such pain isn’t ordinary and I refuse to allow you suffer alone. You can count on me. I am here for you and will always be,’ Amanda whispered into Stacy’s ear.
Stacy, who has always looked for ways of brushing off Amanda’s inquiries in the past, seemed ready to let the cat out of the bag.
She was prepared to share her dark secret, which has tormented her for years, to a friend, who is closer than a sister.
Slowly she broke the embrace and for a moment looked so devastated, as devastated as a little girl who had just been told that her favorite dolly was burnt to ashes.
“Talk to me, please. What is going on?” Amanda entreated gently.
“It’s that dream again.” sobbing silently.
“I keep having the same dream over and over again. It cannot happen to me again…” She said shaking her head, with a plea in her eyes that announced her fright.
Amanda is perplexed by this Information…
She could not understand what her friend was talking about.
Was Stacy losing her mind? What was going on with her friend? What is this dark secret that is eating up her friend so badly?
Sensing the confusion in Amanda, Stacy took in a deep breath and began…
“I have a confession to make and I am sorry I had to put you through all this drama.’ It all started after we left the Rivers State University of Science and Technology. You remember how pretty I was then, and how men showered me with all sorts of gifts.
I
did not take any of them seriously because to me it was just for the fun of it. But when I met Jude through a friend I felt he was my soul mate … the man I was created to be with.
His looks and charisma were overwhelming. I was swept off my feet and I vehemently ignored the fact that he might just be a Casanova who only wanted what was between my legs. We went out on several dates before we finally made love. I had craved for it, and was not disappointed when it eventually happened.
I had not imagined sex to be that exciting until I met Jude. We had it at the beach. We did not care if people would see us at our little rendezvous. All that mattered to us then was this burning desire.
A desire so strong, it took our breath away.
After that incident, we became inseparable. I would spend the night at his place or he would come over to my crib.
It was fun all the way!
Problem started when I fell ill and it was discovered that I was pregnant. He was so excited and asked me to keep the pregnancy. I was also thrilled because he was the love of my life and I could not wait to own him completely.
Little did I know that my thoughts were like building a castle in the air, the castle crashed so fast that I was gasping for air!
I had enrolled in a fashion designing Institute and would leave the house in the morning, to return exhausted in the evening. I never knew he was cheating on me, because he would sing to me; wash my clothes and underwear occasionally.
“He would do things for me that seemed like taboo to the average Nigerian man.
“I was ill at about noon, that day and had to return home earlier than was expected.
“What I could remember was seeing him naked and making love to a girl from the neighborhood that I was close to. All I could remember was I dropped on the floor like a balloon that was deflated.
I fainted!
When I came around, I was told I had been in the hospital for five days, not responding to any external stimuli, but would occasionally scream, then slip back into unconsciousness.
I was heartbroken. At this stage in my pregnancy it was already too late for me to have an abortion. What options did I have?
None!, After two weeks, I was discharged and advised by the doctor to take things easy, considering the fact that I was already six months gone.
The gossip in the neighborhood had risen to fever pitch, so I had to look for an alternative means of going out, if I had to.
Jude gradually became a different person, so different that I would cry myself to sleep every night. Conversation was almost none nonexistent, and even when we did discuss, it was always about the basic things revolving around NEPA (Nigerian Electricity Power Authority), food and things regarding the smooth running of the home. Nothing was being said about marriage.
The few times I had the guts to express my worries about his refusal or rather nonchalant attitude towards my desire for us to get married, I was given the beaten of my life and warned never to mention it again, or my things would be thrown out.’
I had disowned my parents and siblings because they were against my marriage to Jude. I had been adamant and told them to stay clear, so how would I return home with a protruding stomach?
I had nowhere to go to.
Bitter as the truth was, I had to convince myself to stay put and fight it out. I was prepared to endure whatever was thrown at me because I loved Jude very much. And I hoped that whatever spell he was under would be broken soon and he would be the same person I met and fell in love with….
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