Banke flipped through the fashion magazine nonchalantly, she had read it over a thousand times in the past, but being a boring Sunday afternoon with no power supply, she had picked it up among other editions to while away the time, and perhaps see if any fashion style could interest her.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and turned back to see Kolade, her husband smiling mischievously at her, one hand in pocket and the other holding something behind his back. “What’s he up to?” She wondered.

Still smiling, Kolade nodded and brought his hand forward to reveal a shiny brand new machete.
“Do you trust me honey?”

Banke wondered what brought about the question and where he got the machete from; but before she could voice out her question, he slashed out the cutlass at her, that it was only her sharp reflex that saved her face from being slashed.

She shrieked in horror, at the same time terrified.

“Kolade! Are you crazy?”

The smirk didn’t for a second leave his face, as if he was sharing a joke with her.

“Do you trust me?” He repeated.


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“Trust you? You wanted to kill me and you are talking about trust.” She screamed at him.
“That means you don’t trust me, and you will pay.”
The smile vanished from his face instantly, and was replaced with a mean murderous look.
He advanced menacingly towards his already retreating wife.
A bewildered Banke realizing it wasn’t a joking matter tried to see if she could talk her husband of three months out of the madness, as she kept putting safe distance between them.
“Kolade, what are you doing, what has come over you?”
Her words didn’t register on him.
She missed her footings as she was walking backward, and Kolade seized that moment to pounce on her with machete ready to stab, but she got away again in the nick of time, thanks to the adrenaline shooting in her.
Without being told, she knew she had to escape out of the building fast. She had to get away from her mad husband, or what would make a man to attack his wife in such a manner if not for lunacy?
She turned around to make for the door, and out of the building; but in her flight from the second attack, she had mistakenly moved further into the room than out of it, leaving him closer to her exit.
Kolade realized her predicament at the same time, and the sly and evil grin returned to his face. He walked to the door, locked it, dangled the key for her to see properly, and made a show of dropping it in his pocket, patting it mockingly.

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