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Cassandra-Episode 17

‘’yes my dear, if there is anything you know about the young lady, better spit it out’’ my mother urged my sister who shrugged and shook her head, saying nothing. It was as if she was battling with herself to say something or not. I just couldn’t understand her behavior.

‘’it’s not as if I’m trying to spoil your mind or something, but come on brother, why Cassandra?, what did you see in her?’’ she finally blurted, getting me more angry with her comment. It was very obvious she had nothing against Cassandra, but was only kicking against the relationship merely because her spirit wasn’t in support of it.

‘’you are still making no sense. What’s wrong in me choosing Cassandra?’’ I asked vehemently.

‘’do you know her lifestyle?. Do you know where she lives?, have you studied her well?. How much do you know about her?” she quickly pushed on, getting on my nerves with each word she uttered. My mother quickly sensed my mood, drew close and held me.
‘’even though your sister is making no sense at the moment, I still believe you shouldn’t wave aside her feelings. Just like everyone of us here, what we want is the best for you because you are the pillar of this family and so owe us nothing short of a good respectable wife. You know there are somethings we women see that men no matter how enlightened they are fail to see. Moreover there are so things we women equally find hard to say before a man. I believe your sister have genuine reasons for her ranting besides she knows the girl better than you do’’ my mother appealed, calming me with her words. I breathed deeply and shrugged.

‘’you are very right mother. Thanks for making things easier for me to understand’’ I muttered.
‘’I’m sorry bro for shouting at you but the truth is that I was extremely surprised to see that girl called Cassandra, walk into our house. She never even breathed a word that you guys were dating to me, even though we ran into each other numerous times last month. Cassandra isn’t who you think she is. She is very materialistic and ambitious. She is an expert when it comes in dealing with men. I have know her for three years and never for once did she introduce any guy to me as her boyfriend, yet tons of men flock around her like vultures. So tell me brother, is that the type of woman you want to marry?. A girl whose life is very much unreadable and confusing. A girl who knows how to get what she wants without much effort. A girl who attracts everything that is of interest to her. Have you been to her apartment before?, have you studied her lifestyle and engagements?. How much time have you spent with her?. You don’t need to answer, if you don’t want you’’ my dear sister pushed on, shaking me with her words which were so soft but yet powerful and truthful.

Yes she was right, I haven’t been opportune to visit Cassandra. I didn’t even know the name of her hostel, room number nor anything substantiate about her. I equally haven’t been able to monitor her more appropriately nor spent enough time with her. The only thing I could boast of was knowing her family


Later in the night my sister came into my room, looking very apologetic and serious. She sat beside me on the bed and stared at me for some seconds.

”I’m very sorry for the way i behaved earlier in the day but please promise me you will think things through concerning your relationship with Cassandra” she begged solemnly, touching my heart with her words. For the very first time i had serious doubts concerning Cassandra. It was obvious my sister was strongly kicking against her due to something she probably was keeping to herself. I felt the things she revealed earlier concerning Cassandra was just a fraction of what she knew, nevertheless i was still strongly in love with Cassandra. My feelings still remained the same but as a human i was very curious to learn from her if there was something else about Cassandra she wasn’t telling me.

”please dear. I’m your brother. i need to know all you know about Cassandra” i begged, holding her hands in a serious gesture of appeal.

To be continued

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