SheWrites:
Happy Val everyone.
Enjoy your day.

happy Val also and thanks for the update

rukidanty:
happy Val also and thanks for the update

*winks*

I'm still waiting for the drama to come oo. I'm feeling bored already reading about how everything is going well every time. I'm looking forward to d temptations and dramas that should unfold, Pls add some unpredictable spice and suspense in the story asap make I no doze off. Nice job though

Wonderful work,bt u dnt update regularly.hapi sunday.

sheba222:
Wonderful work,bt u dnt update regularly.hapi sunday.

and it's making the sweet novel boring..

I hear you all.
Updates on the way.

Thanks for the update SheWrites...

I agree with what silver94 said. There's need for a little drama...everything is just going too well for Nwakaego and it's kinda boring.

PrudySara:
Thanks for the update SheWrites...

I agree with what silver94 said. There's need for a little drama...everything is just going too well for Nwakaego and it's kinda boring.

There is always a calm before the storm...

Nwakaego is in the period of 'calm' in her marriage.

The storm is brewing and it is coming faster than you think.

Don't forget that will are still in episode 7, we have about 40 chapters to go...

Patience is the key my friends... una wan chop the whole soup in one day, haba!

Hahaha...

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 8

Dear Diary,

14th November, 2018.

I cannot believe that another week just ran past in a matter of days. Before you know it, Christmas will come and go and everyone will be saying ‘Happy New Year!’ I am actually looking forward to a beautiful 2019. I wonder what the year will hold for me and Praise. I am making lunch for both of us right now. While he watched a movie, I am here in the kitchen, trying to write and cook at the same time. Praise must not catch me with this leather back diary in the kitchen. Hahahaha...

Oh diary, I haven’t really gisted you about my new neighbours. That’s because I don’t really know them well enough. But, I think that will change soon. Let me tell you about the family living right beside us, the Nwigwes. I met the lady of the house, Kamsiyochukwu, during the week. She owned a Salon down the street and she was in her office when I walked into the salon. I wanted a retouch. When Kamsiyo came out of the inner office, she recognized me immediately. We chatted for a while before I left.

Oh diary, things are seriously happening o. Kamsiyo has two pretty girls and she is not prepared to go back to the labour room, but her in-laws were giving her a lot of wahala. She told me that if only her husband would defend and protect her from them; things wouldn’t have escalated to what it was now. But, his constant silence was fuelling their grievances against her. They feel they have his support because he isn’t saying anything. She was like; girls were also children from God. But, no one was listening to her.

I felt so, so sorry for her. No one should go through such horror. An outsider would never imagine that such an almost perfect couple were having issues. You need to see Kamsiyo, her husband, Arinze, and the girls whenever they were stepping out for an event. Their levels no be here at all. Their situation made me realize that, even if you have all the money in the whole wide world, there are some problems your money cannot solve.

Kamsiyo and her husband were devoted Catholics. They do not miss the Sunday Mass at church at all. So, I assumed they must depend on God somehow. So, I encouraged her to keep trusting in God. Nothing was impossible for Him. She told me that she wasn’t even ready to get pregnant again. She had her girls through CS and she almost died twice. I was just short of words and I didn’t know what else to tell her again.
Kamsiyo is fairer that I am. She is taller, curvier and probably prettier. But her beauty and head-turning physique couldn’t save her from the wrath of her in-laws. I don’t understand men sometimes. Why will you marry a lady, promise her happily ever after, then when certain issues arise, you abandon her and allow wolves in the embodiment of your family, friends and etcetera to pounce on her and tear her to shreds? What happened to the wedding vows? To the promises you made? To the declaration of love to protect her against all odds and every form of evil, even if it is your own family?

I don’t understand why some men put their wives through all these kind of pains and discomfort. I pity Kamsiyo and I pray that God will shame her enemies and give her a son, sooner than she could ever think or imagine.

Talking about men, I told you last week that Praise was carrying his face for me because I haven’t been responding to his sexual promptings. I decided to compensate him for his patience. I actually had to seduce him o. He couldn’t resist and we have been at it, 2-4-7, since last week, up till now. I cannot complain sha. My husband has been patient enough. He needs to reap the harvest of his patience. Hahahaha...

Talking about in-laws, I heard some ladies pray that the mother of whomever they marry should die before they tie the knot. Can you blame them? Nobody wants wahala. Some people like me are just lucky, no, we are favoured. We have good in-laws and our mother-in-laws are angels. But, some women are facing nightmares because of their in-laws. It is just pathetic. I pray that God will see them through in Jesus name.

When my own children come, be it boys or girls or both, I pray that my husband and in-laws will be happy and satisfied.

I can smell the aroma of the food I am cooking. Lunch is ready!

Got to go diary.

Catch you later.

Thanks so much for the much awaited update..may God give you the strength to update regularly

PrudySara:
Thanks for the update SheWrites...

I agree with what silver94 said. There's need for a little drama...everything is just going too well for Nwakaego and it's kinda boring.

To me no need of drama....Nwakaego has suffered enough....it is time to watch people that destroyed her suffer.... Well done shewrites.

Thanks for the update

rukidanty:
Thanks so much for the much awaited update..may God give you the strength to update regularly

Amen oooo

jenifer007:


To me no need of drama....Nwakaego has suffered enough....it is time to watch people that destroyed her suffer.... Well done shewrites.

Interesting perspective *winks*

Thanks *hugs*

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update

You're welcome cupcake

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 9

Dear Diary,

21st November, 2018.

Hi... hi diary. I just finished eating. My tummy looks so round and big, like that of a pregnant woman. I so need to do some exercise. I do not fancy big tummies at all. They make some of one's clothes look like a disaster waiting to happen. I have a toothpick in my mouth, balanced in between my teeth. There are some strands of meat from hell that has decided to torment me this evening. I am determined to get them all out. The nonsensical things are just treacherous. I have been battling with them for several minutes now. I hope I will be free from their wahala in the next hour. I hate it when I have meat stuck in between my teeth. It can be distracting and painful when the toothpick pricks the wrong spot.

Praise called me a while ago. He said he wants us to visit a family friend this evening. He is being out since we got back from church and these past few days, he has been quite busy. I pray my husband won't breakdown. He needs to take it easy.

This impromptu outing made me leave the house in the afternoon, looking for where I could buy a nude colour bra straps. I always forget to buy one whenever I am at the market. The old nude colour bra straps I had, had worn out and it's all tangled up. When I tried to loosen it, the metal head broke off.

Some of the boutiques on my street open for business as from two in the afternoon on Sundays. When I got to the first boutique on my side of the road, I found out that they had a good supply of bra straps and they had nude coloured ones! I was so happy because I wouldn't need to go to and fro, in search of the bra straps I needed. I chose the ones I liked and paid, but on my way out, Jemila Isa walked in.

Jemila is one of my neighbours. Her house is on the left side of mine. The pretty tall dark skinned girl was in her early twenties. We got talking and unexpectedly, she opened up to me. She told me how scared she was. What was her fear? She was afraid that her husband might marry a second wife because she has not given him an heir.

Jemila said her husband, Danlandi, was educated, and even though their religion allowed a man to marry more than one woman, she hoped that she would remain his only wife. But, recently, she's beginning to suspect that there was another woman lurking around her husband.
She had always hoped that her husband would be satisfied with her alone. She had seen too many polygamous homes in her lifetime. And she didn't want that kind of marriage.

Danlandi was twice her age. And she was afraid that he would soon get tired of waiting for her. I felt so pained for Jemila. I tried to encourage her before I left, but the fear in her eyes made me decide to keep her in my prayers.

Na wa o. All these men sef. I don't understand why being married to one woman isn't enough. Why pack women in your home like sardines in a can? Yet, many of these polygamous men will still have side chicks on the side. I don't understand at all.

I just thank God that Praise is not like most of these men. Hmmm... this is why it is not wise to be envious of other people. Oh diary, you need to see Jemila and Danlandi together. They look like they live on cloud 9. You won't even know that they have their own personal issues.

I tire for this kind life we are living men. Problems just full everywhere like sand on the seashore. For those who know God, for those who lean on and trust in him for everything, at least, there is hope. Things will always work together for our good.

But, for those who do not believe him, what happens to them? Where do they go when they are in trouble? Who do they turn to?

Hmmm...

Oh! Praise his back. I can hear the horn of his car. I better go in and change. I wonder when we will return home today.

I like my Sundays because it is my day of rest. I would rather stay back home and relax, or eat out or go to the Beach with Praise. I am not a fan of visiting people on my resting day. But, I do not have a choice. Wherever husband goes, I must go as well.

Got to go diary.

Catch you later.

We'll wait then!
Bring in On SheWrites

SheWrites:


There is always a calm before the storm...

Nwakaego is in the period of 'calm' in her marriage.

The storm is brewing and it is coming faster than you think.

Don't forget that will are still in episode 7, we have about 40 chapters to go...

Patience is the key my friends... una wan chop the whole soup in one day, haba!

Hahaha...

Yes, she has.
But a little drama won't hurt. Don't you think?

jenifer007:


To me no need of drama....Nwakaego has suffered enough....it is time to watch people that destroyed her suffer.... Well done shewrites.

Thanks for the updates SheWrites

PrudySara:
Yes, she has.
But a little drama won't hurt. Don't you think?

Well let shewrites be the judge

thanks for the update

PrudySara:
We'll wait then! Bring in On SheWrites

*winks*

rukidanty:
thanks for the update

You're welcome

Great story! Nice story! In fact the best! But pls limit some irrelevant things

rosebuzz:
Great story! Nice story! In fact the best! But pls limit some irrelevant things

Thanks...

Explain what you mean by irrelevant.

I pray you soon get pregnant oooo

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 10

Dear Diary,

30th November, 2018.

Oh diary, I am so excited. Christmas is coming! I just remembered a song written in my Primary school English textbook. It goes thus:

‘Christmas is coming
The geese are getting fat
Please put a kobo in the old man’s hat
‘Come and eat’ said mother. ‘The food is ready’.

Hahahaha… this is my first Christmas as a married woman o! Praise said he has a lot of surprises for me and I cannot wait. Oh diary, I am so, so, so, so happy right now.

I saw Adesuwa Iyamu yesterday. She is one of my neighbours’ wife. Their house is almost directly opposite mine. Her husband, Osagie, is a medical doctor working at Saint Nicholas hospital. They have two boys and the woman is as proud as a peacock. I saw her coming out of her African Cuisine restaurant located on our street, and she saw me too. She didn’t utter a word, but I decided to greet her. After all, we do not buy greetings from the market place. She responded as if someone was forcing her to speak, then she walked away.

What rubbish! Diary, come and see this one o. What’s always wrong with us women, sef? Must we size up people before we bother to relate with them? Abeg, abeg, abeg, I no get time for nonsense. Na to waka pass remain. I am not even interested in being my neighbours’ friend, but at least, we should all remain cordial. The men have no such problem. They greet me anywhere, any day, anytime. But the women, all their wives, I am shaking my head right now.
Well, it is not everyone that has money that has issues biko. Some rich people are quite nice and friendly. I have met a good number of them. My husband and I are also rich and friendly. People that have interacted with us can attest to that. That’s by the way.

Cassandra called me this afternoon. She said she got into an argument with Itoro. She tried as much as possible to make Itoro see how wrong she was, but the stubborn she-goat refused to acknowledge her mistake. Unexpectedly, her husband, Timi, joined the convo and took sides with his wife, even though she was in the wrong. I guess he didn’t care.

Cassandra said that she was very, very upset and feeling bitter. But, what did she expect? The husband will always take sides with his wife in most cases and vice versa. How does she expect to win the battle against two people? The babe said she is seriously thinking of moving out. She and Itoro were not on talking terms at the moment.

Hmm… me, I have already foreseen this. And I will not be surprised when things escalate. I advised her to try and live in peace with Itoro and Timi. And also avoid any unnecessary arguments with them. At the end of the day, the duo might just be looking for an opportunity to rub her singleness in her face.

Cassandra didn’t really listen to my advice. She said she was prepared for war. She was ready to give them double for double. She said a whole lot, things I wished I could delete from my brain. She went as far as saying that Itoro cheated on Timi several times before they got married. And Itoro’s lovers singlehandedly paid for her wedding dress, shoes, bag, jewelry and so many other things. Cassandra said she could swear on her late mother’s grave that Itoro was still sleeping with her sugar daddies, even though she was now married.

Ewo! This girl wants kasala to burst. I tried to talk her into remaining mum about everything she knew. ‘It is not from her mouth that people should hear that the teacher’s mother is dead.’ That’s an adage from a popular Nigerian tribe. But, the girl didn’t listen to me o. She was out for blood. Itoro and Timi must have really hurt her. She said if push comes to shove, she will spill the beans.

Diary, if she does, who does the info help? How sure was she about her assumptions? What if Timi was equally cheating on Itoro? Who knows if he has two, three side chicks somewhere? Many of these men aren’t loyal.

It is just better to leave Itoro and Timi alone. Let them sort out themselves. They have been at it long before anyone of us met them. I am sure they know how to deal with their personal issues. These two have never involved a third party in their business and I doubt if they are ready to start now.

Cassandra is so on her own, whether she listens to me or not. At least, I have said my own. Maybe it’s better if the girl moved out. She has stayed in that compound for far too long. Maybe a new environment will do her a lot of good.

That’s that.

My fingers are feeling a bit achy.

I got to go diary.

Talk to you later.

nawa o well thanks for the update but try to make it long next time..please

Thanks

The story continues...
Hello diary...

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

EPISODE 11

Dear Diary,

7th December, 2018.

It's being a crazy weekend. I did a lot of shopping this morning, now I am cooking as if there is no tomorrow. I usually stock the freezer with cooked food, enough food that will take me and Praise more than two, three weeks to finish it. But if we have visitors coming in now and then, the food won't take us up to fourteen days, it all depends sha.

I saw one of my neighbours when I returned from the market. Iniabasi Ikpe lives directly opposite my house, with her husband, Etim, a director in the electrical power industry, and their kids, a boy and a girl.

Iniabasi is so fair, I kinda look brownish beside her. And her character no be here. She likes carrying her face up and down. She doesn't greet me and I am not bothered at all. I don't need her greeting. Who does greeting help self? I learnt she is just an housewife. That's something I don't see myself doing. I will just go crazy if I stay indoors 2-4-7. Different strokes for different folks.

I saw her with Kamsiyo. Diary, do you remember Kamsiyo? She is one of my neighbours too, who owned a salon down the street. Remember the last time I spoke with her, she was complaining about her in-laws. They are complaining that she has two girls and she is bent on not having anymore kids.

Kamsiyo greeted me when she saw me and I responded, but Iniabasi turned away. I ku-ku-ma drove into my compound without a backward glance. Who get time for nonsense?

Back to my cooking, am almost done. That reminds me. Cassandra chatted me up this evening on WhatsApp. She said Prince has started again o. Remember Prince, that guy in my former compound that chases everything in skirt? The very one that got poisoned and hospitalized a day before Itoro and Timi's wedding.

Cassandra said he has started bringing girls to the house again. She said some of these girls attack themselves on sight. Instead of them to fight their two-faced cheating boyfriend, they will turn on themselves like crabs in a cooking pot. The thought of it all disgusts me. Some girls will never receive sense, I swear. It is like they have washed their heads in the river and poured concortion on it too.

She said my former compound has been turned into a wrestling ring and on a daily basis, there is a match or two to be watched.

She tried to call Prince aside and advice him, and reminded him about his bad experiences with these girls, but he told her to mind her business and sell her advice to someone else. He even told her to move out if she couldn't stand his lifestyle.

Can you imagine the silly human being? I said it and I will say it again. It is women that is going to kill Prince. It is not a curse, but a fact. He has decided to toll the path that will eventually lead him to an early grave.

Truth be told, Cassandra should just leave all these people alone and mind her own business. Or what do you think, diary? The next time I talk to her, I will ask her about the guy that she is dating. She needs to channel her energy towards better things like her career and her relationship with God.

I am not sure she even has a relationship with God. I don't remember seeing her go to church. Maybe once in a while when those churches on my former street host seasonal programs that involves food and drinks.

I remember seeing Itoro, Timi and Cassandra at those kind of programs. Hahaha... Food! There is no calamity that food cannot cause and there is also no relationship that food cannot mend, even if it is just for ten seconds.

Ewo! I think I can smell something burning. Jesus Christ! I am coming diary....

I am back. I am not happy o. Eh! I had indomie and eggs on fire and now it is burnt beyond recognition. I didn't want to eat any of the food I stored in the freezer. Now, I have to throw the burnt indomie away. What will I eat now?

My husband must not see this o. He doesn't like wastage in any form. He can fight anyone, anywhere and anytime if he sees you wasting anything, especially food. He will start telling you about all the hungry children in Somalia and other parts of the world. If my husband talk to you about these things ehn, you will just start crying.

Whenever I burn food, I usually throw it in the big waste bin outside the house. That way Praise will not know. But, there are times when he can perceive the burnt food in the air. This is hours after I must have washed the pot or pan that the food got burnt in.

Me, I don't understand the kind of nostrils my husband has. Hmmm... it is well.

Diary, let me go. I don't want someone to come and start telling me about the history of Africa this evening.

Talk to you later.

Bye.

Kudos to your work. Thanks for the update...