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On my wedding day, I carried my wife in
my arms. The bridal car stopped in front
of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted
that I carry her out of the car in my arms.
So I carried her into our home. She was
then plump and shy. I was a strong and
happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago. The
following days
were as simple as a cup of
pure water: we had a kid; I went into
business and tried to make more money.
When the assets were steadily increasing,
the affection between us seemed to ebb.
She was a civil servant. Every morning we
left home together and got home almost
at the same time. Our kid was studying in
a boarding school. Our marriage life
seemed to be enviably happy.
But the calm life was more likely to be
affected by unpredictable changes. Dew
came into my life. It was a sunny day. I
stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged
me from behind. My heart once again was
immersed in her stream of love. This was
the apartment I bought for her. Dew said,
you are the kind of man who best draws
girls’ eyeballs. Her words suddenly
reminded me of my wife. When we were
just married, my wife said, Men like you,
once successful, will be very attractive to
girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat
hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.
But I couldn’t help doing so. I moved
Dew’s hands aside and said you go to
select some furniture, O.K.? I’ve got
something to do in the company.
Obviously she was unhappy, because I had
promised to do it together with her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce
became clearer in my mind although it
used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell
my wife about it. No matter how mildly I
mentioned it to her, she would be deeply
hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every
evening she was busy preparing dinner. I
was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner
was ready soon. Then we watched TV
together. Or, I was lounging before the
computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This
was the means of my entertainment. One
day I said to her in a slightly joking way,
suppose we divorce, what will you do? She
stared at me for a few seconds without a
word. Apparently she believed that divorce
was something too far away from her. I
couldn’t imagine how she would react
once she got to know I was serious. When
my wife went to my office, Dew had just
stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at
my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried
to hide something while talking to her.
She seemed to have got some hint. She
gently smiled at my subordinates. But I
read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, divorce her,
O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I
knew I could not hesitate any more. When
my wife served the last dish, I held her
hand. I’ve got something to tell you, I
said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again
I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I
didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I
had to let her know what I was thinking. I
want a divorce. I raised the serious topic
calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by
my words, instead she asked me softly,
why? I’m serious. I avoided her question.
This so-called answer made her angry.
She threw away the chopsticks and
shouted at me, you are not a man! That
night, we didn’t talk to each other. She
was weeping. I knew she wanted to find
out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer, because my heart had gone to
Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted
a divorce agreement which stated that she
could own our house, our car, and 30%
stake of my company. She glanced at it
and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in
my heart. The woman who had been living
ten years with me would become a
stranger one day. But I could not take
back what I had said. Finally she cried
loudly in front of me, which was what I
had expected to see. To me her cry was
actually a kind of release. The idea of
divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after
entertaining my clients. I saw her writing
something at the table. I fall asleep fast.
When I woke up, I found she was still
there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she
didn’t want anything from me, but I was
supposed to give her one month s time
before divorce, and in the month’s time we
must live as normal a life as possible. Her
reason was simple: our son would finish
his summer vacation a month later and
she didn’t want him to see our marriage
was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted,
and then asked me; do you still remember
how I entered our bridal room on the
wedding day? This question suddenly
brought back all those wonderful
memories to me. I nodded and said, I
remember. You carried me in your arms,
she continued, so, I have a requirement,
that is, you carry me out in your arms on
the day when we divorce. From now to the
end of this month, you must carry me out
from the bedroom to the door every
morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew
she missed those sweet days and wished
to end her marriage romantically. I told
Dew about my wife s divorce conditions.
She laughed loudly and thought it was
absurd. No matter what tricks she does,
she has to face the result of divorce, she
said scornfully. Her words more or less
made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body
contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. We even treated each
other as a stranger. So when I carried her
out on the first day, we both appeared
clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy
is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the
bedroom to the sitting room, then to the
door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said
softly, Let us start from today, don’t tell
our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat
upset. I put her down outside the door.
She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the
office. On the second day, both of us acted
much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. We were so close that I could smell
the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that
I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman
carefully for a long time. I found she was
not young any more. There were some fine
wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she
whispered to me, the outside garden is
being demolished. Be careful when you
pass there. On the fourth day, when I
lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we
were still an intimate couple and I was
holding my sweetheart in my arms. The
visualization of Dew became vague. On
the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding
me something, such as, where she put the
ironed shirts, I should be careful while
cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of
intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell
Dew about this. I felt it was easier to
carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout
made me stronger. I said to her, it seems
not difficult to carry you now. She was
picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry
her out. She tried quite a few but could
not find a suitable one. Then she sighed,
all my dresses have grown bigger. I
smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was
because she was thinner that I could carry
her more easily, not because I was
stronger. I knew she had buried all the
bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a
sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached
out a hand to touch her head. Our son
came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to
carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing
his father carrying his mother out had
been an essential part of his life. She
gestured our son to come closer and
hugged him tightly. I turned my face
because I was afraid I would change my
mind at the last minute. I held her in my
arms, walking from the bedroom, through
the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I
held her body tightly, as if we came back
to our wedding day. But her much lighter
weight made me sad. On the last day,
when I held her in my arms I could hardly
move a step. Our son had gone to school.
She said, actually I hope you will hold me
in your arms until we are old. I held her
tightly and said, both you and I didn’t
notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without
llocking the door. I was afraid any delay
would make me change my decision. I
walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I
said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won’t divorce.
I’m serious. She looked at me, astonished.
The she touched my forehead. You got no
fever. She said. I moved her hand off my
head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say
sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage
life was boring probably because she and I
didn’t value the details of life, not because
we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I
understand that since I carried her into
the home, she gave birth to our child, I
am supposed to hold her until I am old.
So I have to say sorry to you. Dew
seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave
me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked
downstairs and drove to the office. When I
passed the floral shop on the way, I
ordered a bouquet for my wife which was
her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what
to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,
“I’ll carry you out every morning until we
are old”. That evening I arrived home,
flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in bed
– DEAD. She had been fighting Cancer for
months and I was so busy with Dew to
even notice. She knew that she would die
soon and she wanted to save me from
whatever negative reaction from our son,
in case we push through with the divorce.
At least, in the eyes of our son… I’m a
loving husband…
“The small details of our lives are
what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion,
the car, property, the money in the
bank. These create an
environment conducive for
happiness but cannot give
happiness in themselves. So, find
time to be your spouse’s friend
and do those little things for each
other that build intimacy."



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being married does not neccessarily makes u responsible, its more of the person's personality.
there are some single men responsible than some married men.
Though being married at times may aid sense of responsibility.

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If you love someone, Tell Them, Don’t let your heart be
broken by words left unspoken.
10th Grade:-
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next
to me. She was my so called ‘best friend’. I stared at
her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she
didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she
had missed the day before. I handed them to her.
She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want
to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I
don’t know why.
11th grade:-
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was
in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had
broke her heart. She asked me to come over because
she didn’t want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to
her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she
was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on
the cheek..I want to tell her, I want her to know that I
don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just
too shy, and I don’t know why.
Senior year:-
One fine day she walked to my locker. “My date is
sick” she said, ”hes not gonna go” well, I didn’t have a
date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if
neither of us had dates, we would go together just as
‘best friends’.
So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was
standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She
smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to
know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her
but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Graduation:-
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I
could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her
perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get
her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn’t
notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her
smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said-
‘you’re my best friend, thanks’ and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I
don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just
too shy, and I don’t know why.
Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting
married now. and drive off to her new life, married to
another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t
see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove
away, she came to me and said ‘you came !’.
She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the cheek. I want
to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be
just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t
know why.
Death:-
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who
used to be my ‘best friend’.
At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in
her high school years.
This is what it read:
‘I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t
notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I
want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
………’I wish I did too…’
I thought to my self, and I cried.

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johnydon22:


Please i never said you claimed being the writer .. I only asked why you are posting my stories without permission sir?

with all due respect, what is the use of putting up a story online if not for people to read ?? besides, my readers send me numerous stories into my email and thats why even not knowing the writer, i always put a DISCLAIMER because at NairaCityablog will never take credit for someone else piece!

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Please i do not remember giving you permissions to publish my story on Nairaland..

I am John Agbaeze (Johnysky) the writer of this story originally posted it by my self on coolval22.com

http://www.coolval22.com/Vforum/topic/my-fathers-wife/

and also the second part

http://www.coolval22.com/Vforum/topic/my-fathers-wife-2-wrath-of-lust-by-johnysky/

Please i'd like to know why you are using someone's intellectual property without permission.

Let's start from there.

Before u make accusations, look up and see the Disclaimer and tell me when i claimed being the writer ??

my father's wife(episode 4)
I went downstairs when i saw a miss call on my phone and it
was from my step mum..I wore a mickey mouse short that
was just half way through my thighs which were somehow
hairy, and a singlet clad my chest tight.I entered the kitchen
to find her already washing rice on the sink with her back
faced towards the door.My eyes popped as i was lavishly
greeted with that heavenly backside, perfect thighs and
legs.She was wearing a very short skimpy gown that i was
sure you don’t have to pull up to 4 inches before you find her
p**sy or maybe panties as i guessed.an apron was tied
around her which intensified my hardness, it was like
watching a p--n star in 3D pretending to be a cook.“Hey will
you just stand there looking at me or comeover here and give
me a hand” She blurted out and iwas jolted back to
consciousness surprised how i got lost in the utopia of the a-
s view.I smiled shyly knowing full well she caught me red
handed drooling over her a-s, those evil naughty smirk filled
her face and her eyes once again taking a quick scan of my
d**k region.“So sky tell me…what do you love most in girls?”
hervoice rang out in a most surprising question.i was thrown
of guard as i nearly cut myself slicing through tomatoes in a
tray.“Common dont be shy” She came again with a smile,
eyeing me.“Uuuhm i love asses and round boobs” i managed
to answer giving out a shrieking laugh“Hmmmm i hope your
girl friend have them” Came yet another surprising
question.“eeeeehm she try shaa but not anything near you, i
mean your assets are epic” Those words just escaped my
mouth, never had any intention of uttering them tho i cant
deny i had it in mind.“Woooow so you love my assets?” she
said again though am not sure if it was supposed to be a
question.She passed by me to get a spoon, her scent filled my
nostrils.A fresh sweet flowery scent **Big thanks to any cream
she uses**And strangely a small scent of p**sy, that probably
is a product of my naughty imaginations.“Yes i do, who
wouldn’t kill for such a-s” I replied smearing my reply with a
laugh.could see she was visibly blushing and i took the
initiative from there.“You see, if not for God saving me i would
have rushed to grab em this afternoon at the bathroom, tho it
probably could have landed me in a boiling pot of soup” I
teased with one of my eyes closed thinking maybe i just
crossed the line.“Hahahahahaha am not so sure you would be
in anysoup” I heard her say.“Pass me those tomatoes already,
a-s lover”I took the sliced tomatoes over to her as she stood
in front of the gas cooker, i made sure i brushed my body
lightly against hers as i passed the bowl of sliced
tomatoes.which she rewarded me with a smile.We talked
about many things as the food communed with the pot and
fire.politics, religion but most times she kept dabbling into s-x
and relationship talks which i was more than glad to show her
how mature and good i was at them.“Ok the food is ready,
now go and bath then come down in 10minutes for dinner”
She announced.I stretched my skeletal frame loudly as i made
to go up to my room.“Dont you wanna get ur reward for
helping me out” Her voice sounded flirting.**Taaaaaaaadaaa!!!
what could the reward be, maybe a piece of the chicken or
something** i thought within me making my way to where
she was.“Ok am here, where is ma reward” i uttered with a
funny smirk.She grabbed the neck of my white singlet pulling it
near to herself stretching it so hard that i thought it might
snap.**What is she doing** i yelled in my mindMy brain
literally switched off as i felt her lips clasp mine.Her lower lip
was tucked in between my lips as my upper lip were tucked in
between hers.The softness of her lips and sweet smelling
aroma i got from it made my whole body quack and my legs
wobbled and the third leg between my thighs rising to life in a
flash.Her lips and tongues twirled in mine for like 8seconds
before she broke the kiss, chuckled and faced the food
again.“Now go up and get ready for dinner” Her voice rangout
of the blur snapping me out of my hypnotized state, mouth
agape and hands paralysed as i stood there transfixed like an
slowpoke.I rushed upstairs with my d**k leading the way,
almost tearing my beloved mickey mouse short.Am sure she
saw the hard on she caused me,Am starting to think this girl
was sent here to torment my life.Dinner went by normally, we
talked and joked over the food, with me taking little peeps
every now and then at the little cleavage that was visible.The
night was torture for me, the kiss couldnt go offmy mind, what
could she have in mind…I stayed awake nearly half of the
sleeping hours, recalling and replaying the kiss in 3D in my
mind....continues in episode 5

my father's wife(episode 3)
Rushing into my my room, i banged the door shut and fell on
the bed with a thud unclad and my d**k harder than any
rock.“What dah f--k did i just do?”“Why did i remove my
clothes before entering the bathroom?”“What dah heck was
she even doing in there, Dad has the biggest bathroom in the
whole house.”I could still recall the look in her eyes when
i bargedin…A mixture of both surprise and naughtiness…Her
eyes grew wider and an alien evil smile covered her face as i
saw her eyes glued to my D--k, i was transfixed in my
position for a little more than 10 seconds not knowing what to
do or say.I barged into the bathroom to pour a cold water all
over myself and regain my sanity, i already peeled off my
clothes on my voyage to the bathroom forgetting we now had
someone else in our family but i never expected her to be in
there!I was faced with a vision of Amanda totally naked and
wet all over and her body shimmery and slippery from the
soap that buttered her body in silky whitish foam.I stood there
unclad, mouth agape and d**k already risen to life **We all
know that guy between our legshave a mind of it’s own**I
was there long enough to percieve all those features i have
fantasized over in clear full details;Her boobs was as firm and
full as i have pictured it to be in my mind’s eyes.That flat
stomach that ran down to her belly button flowing down to
her pubic region as my eyes savored the look of the p**sy,
Shaven but a little trace of hair was left on it.Her c--t was
swollen from my own perspective and labias too tempting,
knocking my brain over the bar.That kim K hips that flows
straight to the most succulent laps and those straight pair of
legs that gave her the look of a goddess and i can tell i saw
something that looked like a pink d---o on the
floor.“Chisoooooos! Sorry!!!” i shouted immediately on being
recalled back to earth from an obvious trip to Jupitar.I rushed
out of the bathroom banging the door shut behind me as i ran
to my room.Could hear soft laughs from her while i picked my
clothes and rushed up to my room, my hard d**k giving me
much difficulty and the embarrassment so overwhelming.A
gentle knock on my door jolted me off from my thought which
was a mixture of embarrassment and raging horniness tripled
by the flashes of the e----c images of Amanda that i saw.I
sprang up, hurriedly slipped into my boxer and muttered
“Come in” to whoever it was even though anybody already
could have guessed who it was.My eyes widened as Amanda
stepped into my roomclad in a white towel still very revealing
tho.“Uuuuhm am sorry aunty for barging in, i didnt knowyou
were there” I blurted out stressing the aunty, with my face
tilted towards the floor.She gave out a mild chuckled “Its ok
sky, actually i am not the only person that got exposed today,
am i?” she teased running her eyes through my bare chest to
the still visible bulge on my boxer.I smiled mischievously with
a surge of confidence running through me all of a sudden.“I
hope you will come down to the kitchen to help me with the
meals” She proposed running her hands through my hair
sending chills down my stomach into my pant.“Yeah i will” i
replied more bolder than before..“Alright dear…” She smiled as
she turned to leave, those huge bumz swaying through the
white towel she wore round her chest.“d--n …” My head blew
open as i fell back on the bed giving out a loud sigh and being
slightly angry at my d**k who just couldn’t respect itself,
embarrassing me anyhow.Anyway i have a cooking to do
tonight…..continues in episode 4

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my father's wife(episode 2)
SKYBEAUTY: sky can you imagine the type of little girl daddy
brought here as a wife?I read through as i opened a whatsapp
message from Jessy, saved her number with skybeauty.ME:
Honestly i really dont know what to say about it ooo, but
when did daddy marry her na.SKYBEAUTY: Maybe that what
the busy he was always saying he was, he was busy doing
her marriage rights.ME: But that Amanda shaa, daddy can
easily pass for her ancestor, how could she agree to
this.SKYBEAUTY: This boy are u that dumb? its money
jooooor **laughing face**ME: Abi, i thought as much anyway
daddy don try shaa, as long as she makes him happy am ok
with it.SKYBEAUTY; Brb step sis…..oh i mean step mum is
calling me from the kitchen…**laughing face**ME: mumu go
jooor….Amanda turned out to be a very nice person even
though Jessy never like her that much.I on my own part feels
indifferent about my dad having a new wife but i cant help
always feasting my eyes on those round firm boobs which she
always makes sure a lot of cleavage peeps out.And those kim
kerdashian kinda of bumz that forcesgravity to act mercilessly
on my eyes each time i’m close to her and i could swear she
sees me mopping at her.Could tell from the slight smirk she
puts on whenever she is in my presence.The evil low waist
trousers that clearly shows off a good part of her upper
panties or those skimpy skirts or gowns she always clad at
home giving out those fleshy thighs threatening to run all the
way to her p**sy area , talk about those bum-shorts.“Was
this extra-sexy girl brought here to torment my life?” i cursed
under my breathe anytime i jerked off with a picture of her on
my mind.On that most beautiful day, dad have been out for
2days on a trip to God knows where, Jessy had gone back to
school 2 nights before which means i was left with this sexy
nemesis at home.The full blazing beam of the sun battered the
earth, if you look hard enough you would notice something like
invisible steam oozing out from the ground showing u how
baked and hot the ground were.Being in school all morning
my brain was already what i could term as fried like plantain.I
hurried home, probably to enter the shower or better still the
swimming pool.On arriving home, i threw a weak greeting at
Ahmed who was our gate man, i always found time to stay
and talk with him anytime i pass the gate.His half hausa/half
english accent riddled with heavy mimicry of igbo accent
always got me rolling on the floor with laughter.“Walahi oga,
this sun i don fry am for my brain kwo? Ahmed teased as i
bundled myself into the gate.“Ahmed abeg i will be beck to
chat with you later” i threw at Ahmed as i made my way into
the compound.Looking round our compound situated at
independence layout in Enugu state, it was a fairly large
compound, a flower lawn at the right flank witha few swings
and chairs one can relax on.An average sized swimming pool
with a few moveable bar tables occupied the other side, which
was were daddy and most of his friends stayed when ever
they visited, nothing beats the laugh i have when ever i see
those pregnant men shirtless trying to do what u can term
swimming.The exotic car park just before the house, ladened
2black jeeps and other cars that seem to throw the sun’s ray
right back at it, our house a one storeyed duplex, 10rooms
and 2sitting rooms, coated in a beautiful white colour with
brownish cream buttered in some desired places giving it a
perfect colour tone.I crashed the door open, dropping my little
back pack on the floor of the sitting room, peeling off my
clothes on the floor as i dashed to the guest bathroom beside
the parlour to take a shower.The image that stood before was
shocking and exciting at the same time......continues in
episode 3

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My father's wife(episode 1)
I couldn’t tell how i felt as i walked past my dad’s room.
couldn’t fathom if it was anger, jealousy or horniness.Anger;
because my father actually now brought a new wife into our
home, or jealousy cus i wish i wasthe one in his room now
listening to him tell me story as he used to.and horniness;
Uuuuhm what can i say, am a teenager bound to the shackles
of raging homones.i was just walking back to my room after
my usual midnight movie session when i over heard slight
moans from my dads room.being inquisitive as i am i stopped
and listened and the moans became even clearer.it was
obvious dad was bleeping his new wife whichsent blood
gushing from my brain down to the d**k dangling between my
legs as it sprang up to life.i hissed a little bit loudly as
walked back to my roomwith my hardness now clearly bulged
on my short. i jerked off that night with the image of dad’s
new wife on my mind.Ok let me start from the very beginning;I
am a boy of 21, very tall for my mates, have a complexion
that is slightly lighter than chocolate and my name is
Johnysky but mostly called sky.From a family of 2kids and the
other kid is my twin sister Jessy tho i fondly call her
skybeauty. maybe itwas because she was my sister or maybe
it was actually true but i actually think her the prettiest girl i
have seen.I and my sister are both in level 200 in the tertiary
institution with her studying medicine and surgery in the
university of Nigeria nsukka (UNN) and me studying Science
lab tech in the in Institute of management and technology
(imt) a poly technic inenugu where we liveDont blame me, she
is obviously and far more intelligent than me, and so? No big
deal.She lived in nsukka while i was subjected to going to
school from home which was like a death sentence to
me.Mum died when we were 10 from a sickness we really
didnt understand its name as of that time.So we were left
with Papa to bring us up.Papa was the chairman of our local
government, so i would say we were wealthy and he gave us
all we needed in life, anything money could get for us.• • • •
•It all started on that very day. The sun hung lazily across the
sky as it gradually but reluctantly sunk to the west casting a
reddish orange beam over the environment.I was seated with
Jessy who came back from school a forth night ago, we were
watching one useless movie like that in African magic, I was
moreinterested in my whatsapp chat with my girl friend,
Joy.“Sky, daddy’s back” Jessy announced peering at the door
to see daddy come in.we could hear doors thumping shut and
knew he would be in any moment from then.Daddy pushed the
door open as a female figure walked in with him, i could see
the surprise and contempt on Jessy’s face as she watched
the girl walk into our house as if its her father’s house.I took
my gaze back to the bold woman walking intomy house with
so much boldness; she was quite tall maybe 5’9ft, Can easily
guess or place her age between the bracket of 24 to 26, a
beautiful face with black obviously artificial eye lashes
standing out, a clourless lip gloss.Her boobs were full and
round as i could make out as much cleavage as my eyes
could perceive sticking out of her flowery top.the round bumz
and straight legs clasped in a blackleggings.woooow she was
indeed very beautiful but certainlywouldnt be as beautiful as
my skybeauty tho.“Now what dah f--k is she doing with
daddy in our house” i queried myself stealing glances at
Jessy.“Good evening daddy” we both chorused.“Good evening
ejimam” he intoned stressing the ‘Ejimam’ which he mostly
called us when we are together.Was sure he could sense the
questions in our eyes as he took her by the hand and cleared
his throat.“Ejimam, this is Amanda, she is my new wife and
your new step mother” Papa intoned with pride written all
over his face and an ear to ear grin on his face.“What dah f--
k? did he just say wife?” my mind shouted within me as i
looked at Jessy and can easily tell that was exactly what she
also had in mind.I didnt know how to feel about it, i mean i
know it has been almost 11years mum died
and according to
me dad have tried living without a wife that long.But i wasnt
expecting a girl that young, she could easily pass for his
daughter… “d--n dad just proved politicians are all the same
as people always tell me” i cursed under my
breathe.“Welcome” Jessy and i said obviously colder than we
meant it to be.“Thank you John and Jessy” **Ok great this
man already told her our names…mtcheeew.**“Am glad to be
part of your family, i am Amanda”She addressed us smiling
and mostly looking at meall the while.Our family and
everything would turn out to change so much from that day
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chapter 16( finale)
The last part - part 16: My mom then said to Ella. “You see
everything is fine, I told you.”
I then went to my room and Ella followed. I
had to pretend to be happy with her to erase
the doubts she was having, so we played
board games and watched TV. When it was
dark I dropped her off and came back home.
I was going to my room and my mom called
me. She said. “I gave birth to you, I nurtured
you, I took you to the best schools in the
country. I made you you got the best job a
graduate can have. I have always looked out
for your interest. I am your mother and I have
been good to you since the day you were
born. Now adeoluwa , tell me the truth. What
is
going on?”
At that moment I knew I couldn’t keep it
within me. I told me mom. I told her
everything that happened. She then said. “I
am totally disappointed in you. I brought you
up well, only for you to be bewitched by that
girl. I blame your father for making you serve
in Kogi state. Now adeoluwa , you will take
me
to where you are housing them.”
I sad. “Now? It’s late mom.”
She said. “Now adeoluwa . And who else
knows
about this? ”
I said. “Nobody just us.”
She then said. “It is going to remain that
way.”
Her driver then took us to Tope’s apartment. I
knocked and Tope opened the door and said.
“Sweety, I was just …….”
My mom said. “Who is your sweety?”
Tope was scared to her teeth and she said.
“Sorry mummy, I didn’t see..”
My Mom said. “Don’t call me mummy. You
mother disowned you because of your
treachery.”
We all stepped into the apartment. My mom
then said. “Do you know who I am?”
Tope said. “No ma”
My mom sad. “I am a Judge in Lagos. I can
make life very complicated for you if yo try to
destroy what I have spent almost all the years
of me life to build.”
Next thing Junior walked into the sitting room
and cried out. “mummy, mummy…” He stood
still as he saw the crowed.
My mom saw him and said. “Oh my God,
Adeoluwa !!” As she held my hand tight.
There was silence for a minute. Then my mom
said. “The deed has been done, but if you
truly love my son you will have to let him go. I
was very angry but now I don’t have to show
it because of him. He is innocent and does
not have to suffer from your recklessness. I
will make arrangements for you 2 to relocate
to the UK. That is were you will spend the rest
of your lives. You will have to get your
educational doc*ments and necessary
doc*ments for that effect. Tomorrow, you will
leave for Abuja and you both will stay there
till your visas are ready.”
Tope was just sobbing and didn’t utter a
word. My mom then said. “My personal
a*sistant will come tomorrow morning to
facilitate the arrangements. This is the best I
can do not for you, but for him adeoluwa you
have 2 minutes, I will be waiting in the car.”
She left for the car and I stood there looking
at Tope. I then said. “I fought for us Tope and
now see what it has led? I don’t think I will
ever see you again. Good bye Tope.” I then
looked at Junior, I carried him one last time,
kissed his cheek and blessed him. I dropped
him down and headed to the car.
We got home and no word was uttered
between my mom and I. The following
morning I went to work and resumed my my
life the way it was before I went to see Tope
at Kogi. I knew I would learn to love Ella but I
can’t love her the way I loved Tope. But I later
came to understand that what transpired
between Tope and I was lust, lust was the
basis of our friendship and what reshaped our
destinies. Love builds but lust destroys.
Tope lives happily in London, she got enrolled
in the university and she’s almost done.
Junior is almost done with his primary
education, he loves football and likes to play
drums. Ella and I are happily married and we
have a daughter, she’s 2 years and she looks
a whole lot like my mom. Tope and I still
communicate once in a while. She still vows
to wait for me no matter how long it takes. I
know what happened was a mistake and it
still remains a secret but for how long? - The End

CHAPTER 15
I grabbed unto her Bosom and I began to suck
her Tips. She then said. “Oh adeoluwa ,
there
hasn’t been anybody else apart from you. No
one has touched me and no one will but you.
Take me adeoluwa ”
I was unbuttoning my shirt and she was
pulling her bum shorts… We were Unclad and
kissing, catching up from where we stopped
years ago. I then inserted into her, she
moaned. She was so wet and creamy. That
feeling, that same feeling, everything was
coming back to me. We made love not s*x, it
was love. When we were done she said. “Oh
adeoluwa , you released in me again.”
I then said. “Oh sh*t, I am sorry.”
She then laughed and said. “It’s okay, I am
safe. My ovulation had pa*sed.”
We both laid down on our backs in silence.
She then broke the silence and said. “Is she
more beautiful?”
I then said. “Come on Tope. Please.”
She said. “Is she better than me? Does she
satisfy you like the way I do?”
I said. “I am afraid, I can’t answer you.”
She then asked. “Do you still love me?”
I said. “I can never stop loving you Tope.”
She said. “Then why can’t you marry me?”
I then said. “My family and her family are
already involved.”
She said, “I love you with my life, and I
understand you have moved on. I cannot ask
you to leave her for me.I want to ask you one
Question adeoluwa . Will you choose to marry
a
lady you love or a lady you are trying to
love?’”
I then said. “If I am left with that choose I will
choose you. But I told you, our families are
already involved.”
She then said. “Am I not worth fighting for?”
I became bewildered and completely helpless.
I couldn’t answer her question. so we slept
off. In the middle of the night she woke me up
by sucking my manly, I was completely lured
and ignited. Overwhelmed by the flame of
pa*sion I grew. She then posed in a doggy
position and her bum was just right in front
of me. I stood to mount on her and rammed
into her till we were both wasted.
The following morning, I left for home.
Unfortunately I met Ella at my place, she was
seated in the sitting room and my mom was
comforting her. She was in tears. My mom
then asked me. “Where are you coming from
Adeoluwa ? Your chairman said you guys
arrived
last night”
I said. “A friend of mine was having a party
so I had to attend.”
My mom then said. “Is that why you switched
off your phones adeoluwa ?”
I told her. “My batteries ran down.”
My mom then said to Ella. “You see
everything is fine, I told you.......continue in chapter 16

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CHAPTER 14
She took a deep breath in and was downcast.
I then said. “I know you have suffered because
of the decisions we made in the past. I cannot
erase the past but by God’s grace, I can make
your future and Junior’s better. You will write
JAMB again, you will pa*s and you will gain
admission, junior will go to the best schools
and he will make us proud. But you need to
keep to your word. And I will keep to mine.”
I then hugged her then I left.
At home in my room, I was deep in thoughts. I
was wondering if this my plight will remain
secret. Ella and I had our wedding penned in s
few months, our families are involved and the
planning had begun.
Days later, I was in Port Harcourt and I was
kept abreast about the progress being made
regarding Tope’s accommodation. I was very
impressed at the development. I just wanted
her to have a place she could call home and
raise our child. Ella noticed something
different about me and I was tired of giving
her the excuse that I was ill. I later told her I
developed cold feet regarding our planned
wedding. That I will be fine.
I returned to Lagos after my official
a*signment and the first place I went to was
Tope’s new apartment. I made sure it was a
far from my place to avoid any trouble. I got
to her door and I rang the bell. She then
opened the door. She was looking more
gorgeous than ever. She had her hair done,
her nails, she even added little weight. She
had a smile on and I just stood there looking
at Tope…. She had a bum shorts on, with a
half top. She was amazingly s*xy, I just
couldn’t help but stand there and look or
should I say lust on her.
She then said. “Are you going to stand there?”
I said. “Oh sorry.” As I entered the apartment.
The sitting room was beautiful with a touch of
different shades of purple. I was very
impressed by her choice of taste and luxury. I
knew she had it in her…
She then said. “I know you must be hungry.”
I said. “Yes, I am starving but where is
Junior?”
She said. “He’s asleep, come let me serve you
dinner.”
She sate me down on the dining section and
she served me a dish. I opened it and what I
saw took me through memory lane. It was
rice, dodo and 3 pieces of meat. Just like the
old days. I looked at her and she was all
smiling. Flash backs began to usher in my
thoughts, visualizing faded images in my
memory that was once clouded. I began to fill
a little spark.
After the lovely meal, she started taking me
round her beautiful apartment, and the last
place we stopped was her room. It looked
cozy and very calm. She then stood before me
and said. “Remember the first night we spent
together?”
I said. “Yes I remember. How can I forget?”
We both stood there looking at each other. All
I could see was a lady I once loved with all
my heart and she buttressed my thoughts with
a touch on my face. Her hand on my face felt
like those times. I heard voices in my head.
“Kiss her!!.” repeatedly. Then I kissed her, she
kissed me back and we started kissing
aggressively. I pulled off her shirt and her
Tips… Oh my God!… I had missed them. I
haven’t been intimate with anybody else and
my cup was more than full.....continues in chapter 15.

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chapter 13

I will send you N200,000 for you and
Junior.”
She then said. “His name is adeoluwa .”
I took a pause and looked at him, he was
already asleep. I didn’t know whether to touch
him , carry him or something. I was just too
unprepared for these before me.
She then said. “I cannot stay here in Kogi.”
I then said. “Then where do you want to stay?
You can’t come with me to Lagos”
She said. “adeoluwa , I have nobody, nobody. I
have been rejected by my family, friends and
relatives. The only person I have is you and
my baby. I can’t stay far away from you…
Please.”
I said. “Tope, a lot has happened these few
years. I have moved on and you being close
could affect everything my mother has
established for me, everything I have worked
hard for recently. It can destroy me Tope.”
She then said. Adeoluwa , I understand but I
need someone to run to, someone to depend
on. I will never interfere in your life again. I
just need a new place to start all over, I don’t
want my baby to go through what I went
through. I need to further my education, you
helped me once and I know you can help me
again. I can’t provide for and protect our child
Adeoluwa……
I started to reflect on everything she said. I
looked at the child, my child and I felt so
sorry. I knew I can’t deny them solace, cant
deny them what they want. That’s my blood
she’s talking about. I was hasty in conclusion.
I looked at my watch and it was almost 1 pm.
I then said. “Tope, if we have to go to Lagos
we have to go now. Go pack your things, I will
be waiting in the car.”
It took us about 5 hours to get to Lagos. I
lodged them in a hotel and handed her
N50,000 in case she needed anything urgent
that night. I then left for home. I avoided
everyone and went straight to my room. I was
very unsettled and completely in distress. Ella
had been calling me but I was too weak to
pick her calls.
The following day, I drove to pick Ella so we
could go to church. She noticed I was not
myself and she asked me. “What is wrong
Adeoluwa ? you have been acting strange.”
I said to her. “I am pretty ill, but I will be
fine.”
I insisted it was a flu.
After church service, I dropped Ella at her
place and I went home to get some stuffs for
Tope and Junior. I got Tope a new Phone and
Junior, some of my old toys and lots of
candies. I got to their hotel room and she
appeared more relaxed. Next thing I heard
was. “Daddy!!”.
I saw the excitement on his face, it sent a
cold chill through my spine. Then Tope said.
“Junior, come on stop that. He is uncle not
daddy.”
He then said. “uncle!”
I smiled, for he looked so adorable. I gave him
his goodies and he said. “Thank you uncle.” I
was amazed and there was this urge inside of
me to spend time with him.
I then said. “Tope, try and relax today,
tomorrow you will go shopping with Junior.
Here is N150,000 for you 2. The driver will
come tomorrow in the morning, he will also
help open an account for you as well. I have
told him to secure an apartment for you in a
very good environment. It will take you guys 3
days at most to furnish and set up the place
to you taste.”
She then said. “Are you not going to be
around?”
I said. “I told you I will be traveling this week
and will be very busy. I may not see you till I
return from my trip. But I will always call
you.” continues in chapter 14