He summed up his lecture and carefully packed his old brown leather bag, that had a strap screaming for replacement. He loved and cherished it dearly. why would a man be so obsessed with such an ugly bag? His students could barely understand the theory behind it. He carefully placed it on the passenger’s seat and drove away listening to good old rich country music. Every time his lessons ended in the varsity professor Ogu would feel drained. This was one of his worst days. A Friday, leading to a weekend that the lecturers’ offices were to be repainted, thus he could not sneak in as tradition.
Running away from problems instead of facing them was considered cowardice. The don did not mind the labels and especially not after marrying a psyco lady. He loved her dearly, he had always loved her, but that was not enough. Mrs Ogu never reciprocated the love. She had made her husband a laughing stock, from sleeping with varsity boys to causing drama and accusing the don of having affairs. The beautiful, young , disciplined lady who had been his student during his younger days, had evolved to an insatiable demon always baying for his blood. He was a forgiving man and every time they went for Marital counseling, she had sworn to change. The devil was always victimized and rebuked for distracting her.
Divorce would have solved the situation, but what about their children? What would people think of him? A weak man who could not tolerate a wife. He could not imagine failing his father’s words that a woman should be loved no matter what and marriage must work. Every time she shouted at him and cursed with unprintable words, he would glue his eyes on his bag. He had turned his bag to the wife he imagined of having. Every stare had taught him to visualize the bag as a beautiful lady smiling at him and telling him how much she loved him.
In the storeroom where he slept on a mattress, he had devised a mechanism to fulfill his sexual urge. He hugged his bag so hard, kissed it, and masturbated to the thought that it was his wife. Why would a man of honor and unbeatable academic qualifications stoop that low? All the girls in the varsity, why not bed one or two or several? He hated the fact that he grew up with a promiscuous, chauvinistic father who would batter his mom blue-black. He had sworn to love his wife till death, no matter what.
DNA results of his 5 children were in his bag but he wanted to open them in a quiet place, his storeroom come bedroom maybe. He had an hour’s drive to get home and curiosity blended with the thirst, to know if he had been betrayed, could not let him concentrate. He held the steering wheel with one hand while the other hand was struggling to reach out for the envelope. He took out the paper and in his eyes lay the truth, none of the five kids he loved dearly was his. He could not believe it. He had been through a lot, he could bear all sorts of insults but this particular one was the epitome of well-calculated betrayal. The pain and agony of wallowing in the miasma of filth in the name of marriage, for children that he did not sire.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, not even his bag could comfort him. It was at this juncture he realized it was ugly and worn out. It was not worth his love.In fact, nobody deserved his love. He had loved hard enough, faithfully without fail. He wanted to get home and correct all that which he should have corrected over 20 years ago when he realized she was a psychopath. He was determined, he had the time. He was deep in thought. A trailer that had lost control was coming towards him with furry. He looked at his bag about to throw it out of the vehicle for he wanted to change everything in his life. Well, It was too late to change anything, The great professor Agu and senior don, did not survive the crash.