I WAS ANGRY(CONCLUDING PART)

I ran into the bedroom and searched for any contact address of Evare or any close relation of hers. Luck was on my side. I found a phone number written at the back of a book in James' business box. The name 'My angel' gave her out. I immediately ran to a phone booth and called the number. A young girl (the househelp) picked up. I pretended to be a relative and asked her for directions to the house with a male voice. The unsuspecting girl gave full directions. I thanked her and hurried back to the house. It was about 4pm. I rushed to the ATM, withdrew some money, packed a few clothes, rushed to rhe bus station, got my ticket and and joined the last bus to Owerri. The bus arrived Owerri around 6:30pm. It was almost dark by then. First, I searched for and found the house of my 'co-wife'(Evare). Next, I looked for a nearby hotel and lodged in it. Then I went to a nearby shop that sold reagents and chemicals and bought concentrated acid. I got two full bottles of it. When the shop attendant asked me what I needed them for, I lied that I was a secondary school chemistry teacher. He shook his head in agreement and adviced me on the proper use of the acid. I thanked him and hurried out. That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept turning in my bed. Thoughts of how to get my sweet revenge filled my mind. How could James and his aunt treat me like this? I swore to make them feel the full impact of a scorned woman. I eventually drifted into sleep.
When I woke up, I looked out of my window only to see James' car driving out from the compound with  and the twin boys. It was a sunday so I knew they were heading to church. I too knelt down in my room and prayed to God. Some hours later, James and his sinful family were back from church.
 I waited for about an hour. Then I packed the bottles of acid into a large hand bag, wore a long flowing gown and tied a headscarf which covered my face partly. The truth is that until I got to Evare's house, I didn't stop to think of what or how I was going to take my revenge. I walked blindly until I reached the gate.
Slowly, I pushed the gate inwards and walked in. Luck was on my side however, as there was no security person at the gate although there was a post for one. I moved in and hurried towards what seemed like the main door,
"Umar!" "Umar!",  a familiar voice called. Who is at the gate? Who is...? It was James.
On seeing me, he stopped. James couldn't believe his eyes.
"Matilda, what are you doing here? How did you find this place?" He was obviously baffled.
I dropped my pitiful self on the ground and began to wail. Almost immediately, a lady I immediately recognised to be the one from the pictures rushed out of the house. She too stopped on seeing me. Oh! How I felt like a fool. She had known about me and connived with my James to embarrass me. My tears dried up immediately.
I rushed forward and grabbed Evare by the collar of the shirt she was wearing.
"Prostitute! Witch! Husband snatcher!" I shouted as I held onto her.
James tried pulling me away but my ferocity that day was unbelievable. I dug my feet into the ground and stood firm like the Rock of Gilbrata as I poured insults on the husband snatcher who had stolen my beloved James from me. James began to plead with me. I  left her. Suddenly Evare grabbed me and threw me to the ground. James didn't touch her. Instead he called out to her, "baby, leave her please. You know she is just a frustrated illiterate". I couldn't believe my ears. With the strength left in me, I pushed the lady away and rushed at James instead.
Me? A frustrated illiterate? I asked as hot tears flushed my cheeks.
Yes. Isn't that what you are? A cheap, frustrated illiterate. Why else could you not see all the signs I have been giving you all these years. Get out of here immediately before I call the police on you", James barked. He smoothened Evare's clothes and held her gently by the shoulders as they made to go into the house.
I was thoroughly broken this time. I was not going to be to insulted the second time; this time to my face by a man I practically gave up my life for. I remembered the sweet revenge I had come to take and smiled. Immediately, I reached for the nylon bag containing the concentrated acid I had bought. I rushed in front of my late husband and splashed the substance continuously on his face while he screamed. At this point, Evare made to escape. I grabbed her by the shoulder and poured the remaining of the substance on her face too. I didn't touch the second bottle. Most of the acid splashed on her neck and shoulders instead. I, too suffered as my palms were bathed profusely by the acid.
James was screaming all this time. He couldn't open his eyes. I turned towards him and maybe it was the force with which I turned that caused it, but he suddenly ran backwards with his closed eyes. Unfortunately, a small stone on the floor tripped him. He fell forward head-long and hit his head on the hard floor tiles. I rushed to help him but it was too late.  The impact of the tiles on his head was much. He gasped for breath and lost consciousness. I didn't know what to do. I knew nobody in Owerri. I screamed for help. Evare too was screaming: mostly due to pains from her acid burns.

Help o, help". I kept shouting. People began to troop into the compound. The security man, Umar also emerged. He had gone to pray at a nearby mosque behind the house.

Someone called a hospital ambulance and James was dead.
I ignored the wailings of his lady. I reached for my phone, dropped my hand bag, called the police myself and walked back to the hotel I had lodged in.
I couldn't think about anything that night. I couldn't even weep. My mind was blank and my head was empty.
The following morning, the police surrounded the hotel. Some of them came into my room, handcuffed me and took me away. I did not resist.

They can kill me if they want to. I have nothing and no one to live for. No parents, no siblings,no husband, nochild! James took all away from me. I just want the world to hear my story before they judge me.
Don't blame me. I WAS ANGRY.