Key To My Heart



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ISIDORE thought it was lucky they were to have entered the house before the heavy downpour began. He never cared much for rain, not when it left him with a bad case of catarrh and cold—worst sicknesses of his life.

“The clouds are feeling bad tempered tonight.” Mama-Onye said with a soft laugh.

Isidore turned from the door he was securing to look at his grandmother. She was a pretty woman—he considered her still very much pretty despite the lines of age that have etched her fair face and little stoop old age has provided her with. She had kind eyes and a lovely laugh. She had a lovely soft, yet firm voice too.

“Is it the clouds which are bad tempered or the rain?” He queried, his eyes alight with a teasing gleam.

“The clouds.” Mama-Onye replied positively. “For it weeps and the rain comes.” She walked, in her unhurried manner, to the wooden table and chairs that served as her eating table and lowered into one chair. “I see Patti was here.” She observed, lifting the bagco bag on the centre of the table. “Did she leave any message?”

“Nothing much except to tell you that the fish is specially from Nnadim.” Nedu joined her at the table. “Who is he, Nnadim that is?”

“You should know him. You met him a few times while you were younger and visited more often.” Mama-Onye smiled as she opened the pack with the dried fish. “He is actually called Nnamdi Chimezie. But his mother called him ‘Nnadim’ all through his life because he was a replica of her late father and the name stuck. He is the owner of Mezie Farms. That mass of land and property you first see while coming into town. They have a poultry, a fish pond and a big vegetable farm. And they make supplies to regular customers. Actually, it is Patti herself who takes charge of the supplies. Saves most of us old folks a whole lot of trouble when we have her to bring home to us what we need.”

“A farm that does supplies in the village? That’s surprising and also impressive.” Having wiped off the droplets of water on his frame, Isidore joined them at the table.

“This is not a village. It is a town. We are the local government’s headquarter, you know.”

Isidore grinned at his grandmother’s good-natured chiding. “I stand corrected. But it is still a surprise seeing a farm which actual does supplies. I am impressed. I think it’s going to be fun living here.”

“You really mean to stay?” There was a deep note of surprise in Nedu’s voice.

Isidore looked at his cousin and smiled. “I do.”

“That’s crazy, man.” Nedu shook his head.

“It is not crazy. This is where he comes from and he should rightly offer his services to develop it.” Mama-Onye retorted. “And so should you.”

“Heck no, not me.” Nedu quickly rejected the idea. “Can’t survive in this backwater town. The only thing interesting I’ve seen so far is the lady that delivered these.”

“She’s not your kind of girl.” Mama-Onye said in mildly rebuffing tone.

“That sure is true. She was snooty, wouldn’t tell me her name. Not much of a pretty one, so don’t get why she was all snooty.” Nedu added the last bit with a touch of sneer.

“Beauty is not on the body but in the heart and soul.” Mama-Onye chided.

“That is for you, Mama-Onye. For us vibrant men, beauty starts from the body.”

The old woman gave a healthy snort. “You were always a troublemaker. But note, young man, that feeding your body and neglecting your soul is as unwise as judging a woman from her body’s appearance.”

Nedu tossed his great-aunt a big grin. “I feed my soul—on many Sundays and some lucky Wednesdays. And it is not me who judges a woman’s appearance, it is my eyes. Did not our wise elders say that the eyes have to feed first before all else?”

Mama-Onye gave that snort again. “Like you know what our elders really say.” Getting up, she took the bagco bag with her and headed towards the kitchen. “You boys sit down while I warm up the soup, so we can eat.”

“I’ll give you a hand, Mama-Onye.” Isidore offered, getting up too.

“Sit down. I might be old but I can still serve the men in my life.” She waved him off and continued into the kitchen.

But instead of sitting, Isidore picked the jug to refill it with water. He was never comfortable having people serve him—not when he should be serving them.


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HE was not also comfortable sitting at one place doing nothing. And so the next day, when the rain was gone and the sky was bright again with the setting sun, he decided to do a tour of the town. He would have loved some company on his walking-tour but Nedu had gone back to Lagos with the first morning bus and he couldn’t very well ask his grandmother to join him on the long walk.

It was more of a town, as Mama-Onye had defended, than a village. It was too big to be considered a village anyway. But it lacked the glamour of the city, and even some vital shine that are known to come with bigger towns around the country.

For one thing, it depressingly lacked constant power supply. Well, that was a national problem, Isidore mused, crossing the only highway of the town and heading north-ward towards its exit. But constant power supply wasn’t its only problem, there was also the lack of pipe-borne water, the poor road networks and the utter dismal state of the few government institutions in the town. It was a town that was neglected by the government and sadly abandoned by its own people.

But one couldn’t blame the people much, could they?

Everyone wanted the better life, the better opportunities, the better cared for towns and cities. Everyone wanted an opportunity to make it big—someplace else. He had wanted that, hadn’t he? He had rounded off his national service year, had rejected the first offer of job that had come from the state government to work here and had instead returned to the city to get a job.

For heaven’s sake, his parents had been shocked, and still were, that he’d resigned from his job in Lagos to take up that job offer when it had come again. They’d tried to talk him out of coming down to live and work in their hometown. They were still trying to convince him to get rid of the bad idea and return to the city.

If he wasn’t quite convinced in his decision, he would have yielded to his mother’s cajoling after his arrival two days ago and seeing the depressing state of the town.

Isidore put a hold on his pondering as he caught sight of the Mezie Farms signpost. Truth be told, he’d picked this route so as to catch a glimpse of the farm that handled supplies in a small town. If he was lucky, he might even get to walk inside and get a proper look.

But he wasn’t going to be so lucky, Isidore found when he came to the large wooden gate. It was firmly locked and he couldn’t find anyone in sight to allow him in—if they’d have allowed him in.

But since the wood fence was low enough, he leaned over it and fed his eyes.

“Did no one teach you that it is trespassing and against the law to be peeping into people’s private compound?”

Isidore spun around. And knew at once that this was the lady who did the deliveries standing on the other side of the fence. The Patti that Nedu had considered snooty. Indeed she wasn’t pretty—not facially so. But she was tall, possibly five-eight or thereabouts, slim and firm-bodied. The muscles of her arms from the round-neck T-shirt were taut and nicely defined. Isidore figured that that would be from farm work not workout effect. She wore no makeup and her hair was cut really low and left natural with no touch-ups.

“I’m sorry.” He apologised, giving her a smile. “I just wanted to see the farm.”

Patti wasn’t impressed. Not by the big smile and not by look of him. “Do you have business here then?” She knew that he didn’t.

She’d been tossing feed for the fishes when she’d caught sight of him and noticed him leaning over the fence.

The disinterest in her eyes was blatant and unpretentious. Isidore noted it and dimmed his smile a little. Maybe she was snooty as Nedu had said. “No, I don’t. I’m just a curious man having a look. Dare I request a tour?”

“Save the dare. It is a farm not a museum.”

“Museums are not the only place one gets a tour. One can even get a tour of a house.”

She smelt city on him and Patti instantly disliked him—and the know-it-all look in his eyes. “The farm is not a tourist attraction and we don’t give tours. We don’t also like people sneaking around the fence and peeping into the yard.”

“I wasn’t sneaking.” Isidore felt insulted that she’d use that term. She was surely snooty, and rude. “I came upon a farm that looked like it’d be impressive and I only stopped to have a look. But my apologies if I was breaking any rules…”

“You were.” It delighted Patti to break into his speech since his tone had turned superior. “The Mezie Farm’s rule of no-trespassing.”

“Fine. My apologies once more. I will take my leave now.” And not bothering to wait for her rude response, he turned and started back into town.

What an annoying woman. If this was how her manners were, then he wondered how she made deliveries without offending her customers. Or maybe she was the type that became supercilious when they felt a man was interested in them.

Well, she can keep her stuck-up nose to herself because he definitely wasn’t interested in her, Isidore thought, struggling to curb the edge of annoyance.


Dedication: For all June & July Celebrants, may your lives be blessed.

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25 Responses to Key To My Heart

  1. Jeffrey Jamez says:

    Nne wait o…Isidore no be babe name? lol…..I like the fact that the woman is “not so pretty” makes it feel natural…no be everytime woman go dey fine lol

  2. iyke david says:

    Let us see if Isidore will use the “key” wisely and open Patti’s heart!

  3. Fsf says:

    Nice one,both of them do have a locked heart,who will get the key to open first?

  4. favour says:

    Coming along nicely. .

  5. bola says:

    Patti na boss lady. Hmm Isidore and Patti, I still dey luk

  6. Ego says:

    Dis Patti babe better relax small joor, watsup with her sef

  7. Pacesetter says:

    Patti, is a boss on her own, not to be intimidated.

  8. Vimlady says:

    Hmmm….its gonna take time before Isidore is able to open Patti’s heart….stubborn type

  9. mystiq18 says:

    Hmmm mbok Isidore shud act fast o CP’s o can smell nedu coming back

  10. Sara says:

    Nedu doesn’t stand a chance Abeg. I can see this is going to be another interesting one. I’m actually getting impatient thinking of how many weeks we have to wait for this but I know we can’t rush the creative juices ehn? But just imagine this as an ebook. Well done TM, waiting for the next episode

    • Hahaha, Sara, you’re loving the beauty of eBooks… full story @ your disposal, all at once. The drag of a weekly episode story… argh! Lol.

      But no worries, this is a novelette, just the word-length of Waiting For Love, so we’ll be done in 5 weeks.

      Thanks for your comment on our eBook Review page.

  11. Toyenlon says:

    I guess there’s a story to Patti’s dislike of city boys, waiting as it unfolds. Welldone TM.

  12. Roselyn says:

    Madam Patti, relax naa. Thanks TM

  13. Paula says:

    Arriving late to this party but I will catch up. Work get ur behind me and stop choping all my time

  14. Perfect match for each other.

  15. Cheriepet says:

    I like annoying and snotty ladies cos it gives d man extra work in winning them over…

    Isidore better prepare well sha cos I am rooting for him

  16. Treasure says:

    must we match every body?

  17. raychell says:

    I’m still observing

  18. Ella mum says:

    Hmm.this is interesting. Well done TM.

  19. mady says:

    hmmm…brkin n entering..i luv dat

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