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sheba222:
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SheWrites:
MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

EPISODE 33

Dear Diary,

5th July, 2019.

Diary, if you know Diana, or anyone related to this lady, please tell them to tell her to leave my husband alone o. This is the last straw and it has broken the camel’s back. She has poked her fingers into my eyes and she is definitely going to get burnt. Not just burnt o, she go roast so tey, she go resemble charcoal. I am going to empty a jerry can of petrol on her head and set her on fire myself. She go roast like suya, I swear!

This afternoon, while I was enjoying a very good movie, I got a WhatsApp message from Okiki, one of my neighbours. Remember the baby mama with three kids from three different men? Am sure you can recollect who she is by now. She said that she was at the beach with her children and she saw my husband with a fair looking lady and a little pretty girl who looked just like the fair lady. Without needing the assistant of a soothsayer, I knew exactly who it was. Eh no go pass Diana. And the pictures Okiki sent also confirmed that it was indeed the white witch!

Dammit men! Diary, you need to see the pictures my neighbour sent. You need to see the way the white witch was seated so, so close to my husband, in different compromising postures. Okiki sent me ten different pictures. And the pictures made my brain to spark. My brain literally went up in flames.

Just imagine, what kind of fire was Praise playing with? What this man is doing can be compared to putting one’s hand in the mouth of a crocodile. No matter how fast you think you are, you will still lose a finger or two, or the whole arm. Why isn’t Praise listening to me? How else am I supposed to tell him that he isn’t supposed to be frolicking around the town with his ex? What kind of rubbish problem is this now, biko? O di kwa serious o!

I ran into the bedroom, changed into a blouse and a jean and just as I was about to fly out of the house, I changed my mind. I had to reason with myself. If I drive all the way to the beach now, with the way I was feeling… smoke was literally coming out of my ears and nostrils, I might end up strangling Diana. I so do not want to end up on Social Media and be labelled a jealous housewife or something worse. This internet age is something else.

I sat in the sitting room and waited for my husband to return home. Oh diary, it was the longest wait ever. Praise didn’t come home until like past ten. Can you just imagine? Past ten! Where was he? I even tried calling him a few times, but he refused to pick my call. Can you believe that? And he even sent me one lame text message, saying that he was somewhere busy. Busy?! Busy with the white witch, kwa? God punish the devil!

Diary, Praise came home looking so tired, like someone returning from a wrestling march. He greeted me without the usual hugs and kisses and went straight to take a shower. When he was through, I was waiting for him in the bedroom. When he saw me, he knew I had something on my mind, probably because of the way I was staring at him.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked me.

In order not to waste any precious time, I showed him the pictures that Okiki sent to me. I expected him to have a very good explanation, I expected him to be remorseful, but diary, my husband flared up o. I am not sure I have seen him that angry. He accused me of following him around. Can you imagine? He said I was keeping tabs on him.

Abeg, abeg, abeg, I am not that kind of person. I am not the kind of woman that follow-follow her husband around town.

I lost it right then and there and I lashed out back at him. I told him that if he wasn’t careful, everyone in Lagos will soon find out that he was frolicking around the city with his ex. For the love of God, he was at the beach, in his boxers, with his almost naked ex and her daughter. Who does that?

Has my husband’s brain been replaced with jelly or what? Is there a mass of corn pap stuck up there where his brain should be? This is just… this is just… I don’t even know what to write again.

Praise calmed down a bit, probably because I was angry too. Then he began to explain his movements that day. He said he visited his ex and he offered to take her bored daughter to the beach.

Who send him message, diary? Ehn, please ask my husband for me o?

He said his ex wanted to tag along and he didn’t discourage her. After all, it was her daughter and not his. He said they went to the Galleria first, then they later moved to the beach.

Diary, his explanations made me crazy. I went completely loco! What was my husband doing at his ex’s place, in the first place? Are they now best of friends? Doesn’t she have other people to mingle with? Has Praise forgotten that he was a married man? Ehn, diary?

I told him straight up that I didn’t like Diana one bit and my instinct tells me that she was out to get him back under her wings. I wasn’t going to take any chances when it comes to someone like her. I told my husband that he must stop seeing Diana, henceforth, for my peace of mind, as well as his. Long story short, he was already encouraging the lady with all this misplaced care and unwarranted attention he was giving her.

Diary, Praise flared up again o. He said I had no right on this side of planet earth, to tell him what to do, nor do I have the audacity to choose his friends or dictate who he associates with.

Abeg, abeg, abeg, all that na long grammar.

It is all his fault. He gave me no other choice than to give an ultimatum. Abi, how you check am, diary?

Before I could respond, he walked out of the bedroom. Diary, this has gone on long enough. It has so passed be careful. I am just tired. I am so at my wits end. Seriously, I am even thinking of tracing Diana to wherever she is holed up in, and give her a nasty warning. She should go and search for her own husband and leave mine alone.

I didn’t come to this world to share my husband with any other woman, biko.

Right now, it is past twelve midnight and Praise has not returned to the bedroom. He is probably angry. If he is, me too I am angry. I doubt if I will be able to sleep a wink tonight. The thought of even lying here, on the same bed with my husband makes my head to throb. I keep seeing those pictures Okiki sent me. I keep seeing the way Praise was holding her, the way he was gazing at her exposed chest like a hungry dog. Ah! Diary, am I not finished like this? You need to see the killer swim-wear the white witch was putting on. Nothing was covered! She was stark naked with ropes tied around her… and they call it swim-wear, tufiakwa!

My mind is filled with so many heart-wrenching images right now. I trust my husband, but, diary… the way Diana looked today, she was enough to drive any man that has blood flowing in his veins crazy. Any man that see this woman naked can never resist her charms, I swear.

Diary, I am afraid oooo. I am scared that the white witch might have been able to lure my Praise into her bed. Oh God! Oh God! The mere thought of this is killing me ooooo.

Oh God, save my husband from the seductive and devilish fangs of this white witch. Save Praise from himself oh God… please… please God… Help Praise to receive sense before he puncture holes into the wall of our marriage. For Christ sake, we just got back together… we just reconciled not too long ago… I am not up for another marital fracas God… please, please help us…

Goodnight diary.

SheWrites:
*hugs*

Ironman15:
which connections?

Ironman15:
you sent me a mail. i dont have access to my phone cos i used it as collateral and haven't paid back. we can talk on nairaland i have nothing to hide

SheWrites:
You're welcome