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cricifixo:
That is if Praise has not already eaten the cookie

Hmmmmmmmmm.......

PrudySara:
Ego! Ego!! Ego!!! Don't you.think this is karma?? You really need God's intervention fa
Thanks SheWrites

*winks*

ZeddyR:
I started from single and slaying yesterday and here am I.

I think Ego should let Praise handle the fair witch since he's not seeing things her way until he wakes up from her bed.
His ignorance or do I call it innocent thoughts can be quite frustrating when it's glaring he's been seduced.

This has passed but I blame Ego for the Kinglesy's episode, she doesn't know how to protect herself at all.

Thanks shewrites, I've always enjoyed your stories right from Bukky the akara seller

*a-million-hugs*

I am thrilled that you enjoyed my stories. I appreciate you.

OPC90:
Abeg fight for your love Jare
Thank you for the update

*winks*

Asek1:
Finally am outta ghost mode
The "white witch" is about to give you a dose of what you gave the other woman that year so buckle up
On second thought, Praise might switch tables and change the game for her.
Either ways, you are a fantastic writer.
Blaze on

Out of ghost mode hurray *dancing*

Thankssssssss

Ann2012:
Make I start prayer on top Diana matter
Thanks for the update ma'am

Hahahaha...

Adeola25:
Hmmm, I don't even know what to type, this is getting out of hand. Lady Diana please, leave Ego's husband alone oo. Welldone ma'am.

*hugs*

Bodydialect57:
Well done ma'am. Thanks for the new update.

You're welcome

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

EPISODE 32

Dear Diary,

30th June, 2019.

Today has been a very, very, very, verrrryyyyyyyyyyyy crazy day for me. It’s past ten and I am not sure I will be able to sleep a wink tonight. I might result into taking sleeping pills if I am still awake by midnight. Let me use this time out to gist you about the craziness of this day.

It all started with screams and shouts from the Isa’s compound. Praise and I woke up hearing Danlandi’s voice, as he rebuked his first wife, Jemila, and his new wife, Zarah. Then we heard Jemila screaming back, uttering all sort of profanities and complaining about Zarah’s incessant taunts and mockery. The next thing we heard was the sound of things clashing and smashing. Danladi kept on shouting. We could discern that the two wives were fist fighting and tumbling into walls, bodies and household furniture.

We heard the security guard’s voice too. Praise and I guessed that he was also trying to stop the women from fighting. Then he began to curse and swear, shouting that Zarah’s teeth had ripped off his flesh!

Oh diary… that was the end of our beauty sleep this morning. It was hard to go back to bed when your neighbours were making a racket. Gone were the days we used to intervene in their squabbles. But now, everyone is answering their father’s name. ‘To your tent oh Israel’ is now our modus operandi.

Praise went into the bathroom to shower and I also began to prepare for work. I made breakfast and went to take my bath once Praise was out. I think my husband and I left the house around the same time. When I got to my business place, I doze at my desk for a long while. I felt lazy and incapable of doing much. That’s what happens when you don’t get enough sleep.

I joined the cooks in the kitchen around lunchtime and busied myself making a new recipe. I have been at it for a couple of weeks now. I wanted it to taste right. I wanted it to be perfect because I wanted to add it to my list of menus. I have already concluded on the price tag. People are going to pay through their teeth for this meal. I was happy.

As per my usual routine, Praise always did a food taste for every of my new recipes. Sometimes, he named them. I served a portion into a flask and decided to go to the bakery to show my husband. I texted him, asking if he had eaten and he replied that he was just about eating his lunch. No need for me to take extra food along. Flask in hand, I headed to the bakery on the mainland. Praise shuffled between the bakery on the mainland and the one on the island bi-weekly.

When I got to the bakery, the male receptionist, a Youth Corp member, wanted to help me with my bag and the flask I was carrying, but I declined. Some of the staff that saw me when I walked in greeted me. I responded swiftly and sauntered to my husband’s office. Praise’s P.A was at his desk. He confirmed that my husband was around before I walked in without knocking.

I rarely knocked whenever I visited my husband. Maybe because I was usually in a hurry to see his face. Hahahaha… The moment I stepped in, I saw a fair looking lady seated on the long settee adjacent to my husband’s desk. It didn’t take me a second before I recognized her. It was Praise’s ex, Diana, the White Witch!

What was she doing in my husband’s office for heaven sake? Why is this woman hanging around my husband like a leech? Whoever send her should call her back. This has definitely gotten up to here *hand-above-my-head*
The most annoying thing was that they were both eating, together, from the same bowl of pounded yam and melon soup. This is definitely sacrilege. How can someone feel comfortable eating with another woman’s husband?

Praise got up the moment he saw me. There was a look of surprise on his face. He probably thought I changed my mind about coming to his office when he told me that he was about eating lunch. My husband gave me a welcoming hug and he pecked me on both cheeks. His lips were smeared with palm oil and the grease was on my face. Yuck!

I was angry at the position I found Praise and his ex. My husband was supposed to stay away from this woman, but he is still… what am I even going to do? Talking to him is no longer enough.
Diana eyed me and gave me a look that spoke volumes. I was sure I had just disrupted whatever plans she had at the tips of her wizardry fingers.

Praise didn’t go back to the meal. He washed his hands and sat with me, on the sofa, a seat meant for one, but we felt cozy together. I told my husband about my new recipe. He took the flask from me, ate everything and told me to add it to my menu. I was happy. Praise’s encouragement and advice were like gold when it came to my business.

The white witch finished eating in silence. She washed her hands and called Praise’s P.A to come clear the table. She was acting like she knew her way around, like she knew the staff… and I began to wonder how many times she had actually visited Praise in his office. Oh God! She leaned against the long settee and gave me a long stare, as if she was waiting for me to get up and leave.

Leave to where? Is it her husband’s office or my husband’s office? E be like say dem don nack iron rod for her head before.

I stared back at her and allowed my gaze to travel down her neck and lo and behold, I saw the unimaginable. The white witch had on a red sleeveless blouse that showed a very good amount of her chest. Literally, half of her bosom was out there for all eyes to see. Jesus! This was too much distraction for any man that has blood running through his veins. As if that wasn’t enough, her white mini skirt exposed her creamy supple thighs… just looking at it makes one desire to feel it.

Ah! Nooooo! This is too much now! This woman is so out to get my naïve husband who is still bent on entertaining her company. Diana is temptation with a capital letter ‘T’. How am I supposed to convince Praise to give her a wide breadth? Ehn? How?

At some point, I went to the restroom. While I washed my hands, I heard Praise and Diana’s laughter. What was so funny? I hissed and came out.

Oh diary… the white witch was laughing and pressing her chest against my husband! This crazy woman left her seat and she came to sit beside my husband! As if that wasn’t enough, she was laughing at anything he said and pressing her chest against him.

I felt like pulling off my shoes and hurling it at her. Maybe when she had painful bumps on her forehead, she would receive sense.

I slammed the door in anger. The noise made her jerk. She looked in my direction, got up and returned to the long settee, wearing a smile on her loco face.

This woman just need some beating. Abi diary? I think she is trying to annoy me or lure me into a fight. She doesn’t know me at all. She doesn’t know the kind of arsenal I have at my disposal. Let me just keep quiet.

I returned to the sofa and sat beside my husband. Praise started to talk about the drama that started in Jemila’s house this morning. We talked and gisted for the next hour. When Diana realized that I wasn’t leaving any time soon, she got up and told us that she promised to pick up a bowl of ice-cream for her daughter. Who cares? I know she just made up that excuse. But I was glad she left.

I remained in Praise’s office until he was ready to go home. I had a feeling that if I left my husband alone in his office, Diana might come back and pick up from wherever she left off. I am not taking chances at all.

Oh diary, I am yawning right now. It’s past twelve. I am sleepy and I don’t think I need to take any sleeping pills.

Diary, I need a solution to this white witch’s saga. I cannot allow another woman to come and disrupt my marital bliss. And Praise is not even seeing things the way they are. I am just fed up.

Hmmm… God, I place everything in your hands.

sheba222:
We dey wait oo, mama

Between today and tomorrow....

Doubra12:
Shewrites cum and update this story o,or should I blow d powder like baba told me? �

*hands-on-my-head*

So it has entered spiritual things level...

I dey come update shaperly

Stargurl20:
Wow! More power to your elbow

Thankssss *hugs*

Yampotatocarrot:
As much as I don't like using movies as reference, but I'll make an exception here, watch "A good man is hard to find"... Then, you'll understand

As for Praise's reaction, he'll be a BIG hypocrite if he didn't react that way. That's the NORMAL way to react in such case, but as time goes you'll begin to see things from the other person's side and get back. It's like a child who DIDN'T read for an exam complaining cos his parents put him on lockdown for failing the exam

As for Praise cozying up to Diana, she is a VERY PRETTY LADY, even Ego throway cap foram. So it's expected. You'll always meet someone more beautiful than your wife/gf, you'll meet a lady that'll make your stare linger, you'll meet a lady whose hug will stretch longer... That is life, we'll only be lying to ourselves if we say it's not so.

I'll rather flirt in the presence of my gf than behind her, she is more comfortable when this happens in her presence. Depending on the kind of relationship you have with your lady, it actually brings a kind of trust between you two.

I may be wrong though, but I believe the approach given up there is the best for Praise to solve this dilemma if he really is the good guy the story portrays him to be.

But I know say Shewrite go bring new twist wey go vex me again

Hahahaha...

Na twists dey make life sweet na

*winks*

Hmmmmmm...
Different strokes for different folks...
Happy New Month everyone! *hugs&kisses*
The story continues...
Hello Diary...

Ann2012:
Hopefully, Praise won't fall victim for Diana

Thanks for the update

You're welcome

Adeola25:
I hope Praise wouldn't eat the carrot as predicted by cricifixo. because I don't understand what's happening. Mr praise, ejowo don't cheat on your wife oo. Thanks Op.

*winks*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 31

Dear Diary,

20th of June, 2019.

I feel like a siren has gone off somewhere in my brain. The piercing sound is bursting my ears and making my eyes to gather water like Kanji dam. Right now, this very moment, I am saturated with boiling feelings, feelings hot enough to roast my happiest thoughts.

Before Praise returned from his bakery or wherever he went to, I was happy. I was more than happy.

Kamsiyo, my neighbour, the one with two girls, the very woman her in-laws keep fighting because she didn't have a male child... she came visiting. She looked different and genuinely cheerful.

She told me that she was pregnant! She said initially, she wasn't happy about it, because she had her kids through CS. And she was scared of going through the same thing again. She almost died because of the trauma of the CS and she wouldn't wish her bad experiences on her worst enemy.

She delayed going to see her gynaecologist, and when she eventually did, it turned out that she was 25 weeks gone. And the scan showed that she was carrying a male child!

I was so, so, so happy for Kamsiyo. I started to dance and dance. She laughed and joined me and we were dancing for several minutes.

I am happy that now, her in-laws would stop pestering her. They would stop looking for her trouble and end the name-calling. Just imagine people calling you names that isn't on your birth certificate, names that your parents or grand parents didn't give you. Ah people can be wicked.

And finally, her relationship with her husband would be better... better than what she had been experiencing in the past year. That her husband sef...

Before she left, Kamsiyo told me that she went shopping at Silver bird Galleria and she ran into my husband. She said she saw him with a fair looking pretty woman.

Diary! That moment, fear gripped me like a sweat-shirt. I knew exactly who it was. She was talking about Diana, Praise's ex... the white witch!

I told Kamsiyo that the lady was a friend of my husband. I didn't want to raise any suspicion on her side. When she left, I actually lost my mind.
What was Praise doing with that white witch?! He was supposed to stay away from her for heaven sake!

Diary, my mind ran in circles for the next fifteen, twenty minutes... I started to imagine all sort of scenarios and none ended well. It all made me more agitated and I couldn't concentrate on nothing.

Literally, I burnt our dinner and I had to start cooking all over again. I tried to block Praise's ex from my mind, but her stunts at the airport kept replaying in my head like a very bad record. It went on and on, till I almost turned into a crazy person inside my own house. In that sorry state, I was a perfect candidate for Yaba Left Institution.

I started talking to myself. I rearranged the clothes in the wardrobe like a dozen times, cleaned the kitchen till there was not even a single spot of stain in that place, then went about redecorating the living room.

I just had to get busy while I waited for Praise to come home. When he strolled in hours later, I was physically exhausted and my brain was bursting with a very bad headache.

He took his time to shower, then he ate. It took all the iota of strength I had left in me to keep quiet until he had finished every morsel of semovita on his plate.

Oh diary, I wanted to die ooooo. The waiting was treacherous.

The moment he picked the remaining meat in his empty bowl of soup, I cleared the dining and ran to the kitchen. I dumped the dishes in the sink and ran back to the living room.

I found him seated in front of the television, changing channels with the remote. I cleared my throat and walked up to him.

"Honey, Kamsiyo came by, she said she ran into you at the galleria..."

Praise blinked like four times before he turned in my direction.

"Yeah... I think I saw her coming out of a baby store or something," Praise said to me and returned his attention to the television.

I cleared my throat again, like thrice.

"Ehn.. she said she saw you with a yellow lady..."

Praise dropped the remote on the center table and stretched his hands.

"Yeah, I was with Diana. She called me at work. She wanted me to show her around and take her to a few places," Praise turned to meet my gaze. "You know she has been out of the country for a very long time and she is at a loss on the location of her favourite places."

As in was that my fault? Or any of my concern? Diary, what kind of foolish and manipulative stunt was that?

"She called you? Why you? Doesn't she have relatives or friends in Lagos?" I asked Praise.

My husband looked at me from head to toe, shook his head and picked up the remote again.

Diarrryyyyyy! When did my husband turn to google map? Or is he now working for a tourist company? Or is he now an Uber or Taxify driver? Abi which kind useless excuse did this lady use to kidnapp my husband like this? Since afternoon for that matter? Look at the time he came home, Ehn diary!

"Darling, you need to be careful with this lady. I don't trust her. I am sure she has plans up her sleeves, I think..."

My husband didn't even allow me to finish. He started to laugh. You no dat kain laugh wey no dey reach the eyes?

Praise said he isn't a child. He said he knew exactly who he was dealing with. And he was old enough to know what was right and wrong.

Ehhhhhhhh! Diary! When does being old enough ever stop anyone from acting foolishly?

I told Praise that I wasn't comfortable with him hanging around his ex and he got pretty upset. He dropped the remote, got up and walked out on me.

Diary, why is my husband toiling with fire? Why was he playing into the hands of his ex like this? This is trouble in the form of a witch o. Me, I will not open my eyes and allow one white witch to pour sand sand for my garri o.

If it is war she wants, I was prepared for this long before I married Praise Etadafe. All my weapons of warfare is intact.

Diary, I am so, so sorry for this lady. By the time I am done with her, she go no say God no get tribal marks!

sheba222:
we wey d manage small phone,no get big phone wetin we go do?

Big phone, medium phone, small phone...
We're all in the same boat oooo

sheba222:
E be like say na after 7-9dayz u d update.person go d reload page reach 20times b4 u go see update is nt fair oo.

Not so ooooo...

We've gotten to Chapter 30 and we have 10 more chapters to go.

If you go through the thread, I told everyone that I would stop here... then you can all read the rest of the chapters on Bambooks.com or get your copies on Okadabooks, Litireso.com and Domingo books.com

But, I haven't uploaded it yet on those sites.

Sooooooo, I am contemplating posting one or two more chapters here, before I refer everyone to those sites.

Just experiencing some lockdown ish... things.

Will post soon.

*hugs&kisses*

PraiseHim4ever:
SheWrites are u really writing? It takes u forever to update. Come update, else u will be given another moniker. #SheIntercepts

*rolls-eyes*

PrudySara:
Ego, really needs God's help... if not.....

Thank you SheWrites

You're welcome my darling

Asco9ty5:
Karma came too early Thanks ma'am

*winks*

Ann2012:
Diana biko pak n go We no need your drama
Thanks for the update ma'am

*winks*

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Present

DarkGamer:
Anybody following?
@Shewrites @kunki90 @kayo80 @saturn101 @Awesome05 @kweensheba @FairCritic @oyinprince @hizeeksheun. I'm inviting you all to read my science fiction story.

Present...

divinelypruned:
Hahaha, more dram coming.
Just the same way you had affair with a married man before you settled with Praise, you can now feel what the wife felt then.

She sweety daalu suo

Nne...
*hugs*

neloyah:
Hmm.. I don't even know what to expect now.
Or maybe I don't want what I'm expecting to happen...

Hmmmmmmm...

cricifixo:
You know its almost impossible for a rabbit to resist a bunch of carrots. Praise is gonna eat that carrot for sure

Badt guy... hahahaha...

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 30

Dear Diary,

16th of June, 2019

It's being an interesting couple of days. I think Praise and I have grown closer and our relationship is much more intimate than before. Oh diary, I am growing in love with this man each and every day. And I know that he feels exactly the same way for me. Eh! May this our love in Tokyo never end in Jesus name.

This weekend, we had an August visitor. It was Praise's childhood friend and his wife, Akpan and Itohan. My husband didn't allow them to sleep in an hotel. They stayed in our guest room for two tonights. These men sef, they abandoned their wives, stayed glued to themselves, trying to catch up on years apart.

Anyways, Praise had fun and I am happy that he was happy. I also got to know his friend's wife, Itohan. I like her. She is such a darling. I don't really have too many female friends. I don't even have a best friend. I am not one to entertain drama. Even in high school and at the university, girls knew when to avoid me and when am available to chit chat.

That's by the way. I promised Praise's friend's wife that I will keep in touch and I mean it. I think we are gonna be besties, just like my husband and hers. But, if things don't turn out that way, life goes on.

We saw Akpan and Itohan off to the airport this Sunday evening. Oh my, it was as if they shouldn't go. They said it was our turn to visit. Praise is already talking about spending Christmas with them in Abuja. I don't mind. I am game for a very, very merry Christmas. Hahaha...

Ehn diary, something not too funny happened at the airport this evening. On our way out of the departure hall, Praise exclaimed! I assumed he saw someone he knew and I was right. I followed his gaze and saw a tall fair lady in her late thirties with the biggest curves ever, holding the hand of a girl who was about five or six years. The pretty little girl was a replica of her mother. They were both fairer than I was and almost looking white, like Peak milk powder... they were totally like half-castes.

The fair curvy lady was equally starring at my husband. The look of shock on her face turned to admiration. She let go of her daughter and walked towards us. Praise left my side and went to meet her. Like a scene from a Hollywood movie, she flew into his arms! Praise held her close and he was laughing as if he had just won the American lottery.

I stood there watching them, like I was literally watching a movie on Netflix. Then I turned to the cute little girl. She was looking straight at me. I smiled and waved at her. She smiled back at me and waved her small white hand.

I glanced back at my husband and I noticed that neither he or the fair curvy lady were ready to let go of each other. Is this not recipe for trouble? Abi which kain hug from hell be dis?

I walked up to my husband and cleared my throat four times, diary, four good times. He came to himself and pulled away from the fair curvy lady that wasn't even ready to let him go. She held unto his hand and eyed me like a parasite. Her look seemed to say, "What do you want? You're disturbing us."

God punish disturbance!

Praise used his other hand to draw me close and the fair lady noticed. She raised an eyebrow and gave me an inquisitive stare.

Praise spoke fast, like someone eating hot rice. He said that the fair lady was his ex and they dated long before he met his late wife. He said the curvy lady broke up with him and flew out of the country, chasing her budding Voice Over and Media career.

The lady laughed, fixing her cat eyes on my husband. Oh yes diary, her eyes looked like that of a cat. You know how those Egyptian women look with kajal around their eyes? This lady has a natural kajal look... she had little or no make up on and she is... honestly, she is quite pretty.

The lady told Praise that she heard about his late wife recently. And she apologized for not sending him her condolence. She claimed that she lost his contact. And she also regretted breaking up with him, but by the time she realized her mistake, he was already married to his late wife.

"That's all in the past Diana," Praise smiled at her.

So, diary, Praise's ex name is Diana.

Diana didn't stop talking. She continued o. She said that she came back to the country a few months ago. She was still trying to settle down and she was willing to give back to the country through her expertise in the Voice Over and Media business. She introduced her daughter, Roselyn, the result of a botched affair. When push came to shove, the guy left her for a rich American lady.

Diary, dis lady kon press press Praise's hand to her chest, her massive arsenal, claiming that she was so, so happy to see him.

I am rolling my eyes right now as I write.

Diary, this lady's chest is twice mine! And her cleavages were out there for all straying eyes to see. She was technically rubbing my husband's hand against her cleavage, the raw part of her bare chest... the upper part of her exposed breasts!

Diary... this lady was sending signals. Clear broad day light signals! Diary, this lady was telling Praise that she still wants him back!
I pretended to cough. And Praise collected his hand back. He drew me closer and introduced me to Diana as his wife.

Diaaarrryyyyyy! You need to see the way this fair curvy lady looked at me. If looks could kill, I should be dead right about now.

Diana looked me up and down, sizing me up, and whatever her mental calculations were, she practically glared at me. Like I stole something from her. Who is the real thief here?

See me trouble me o. Is Praise her own? Did they write her name on Praise's forehead? Biko, how do one steal something that is already yours? Praise is mine and not hers. He was never hers for a start. She left him, he married someone else and now he is married to me, QED, finito, c'est fini!

Diary, I am beginning to think that this lady came back into the country with the hope that she could hook up with Praise and start afresh with him. Anyhow, whatever her plans were, they were dead on arrival.

Well, just to seem nice, I told Diana that her daughter was really pretty. Diary, she just eyed me and turned back to Praise. If I had my way, I will just pluck out her cat eyes. I wished I didn't even say anything at all, at all. Talking to her was like pouring water into a basket. A total waste of effort and time.

Diana told Praise that she didn't know that he remarried. She repeated that she still doesn't have his contact and she hoped they could hang out sometime soon.

Praise and Diana exchanged numbers. She hugged my husband briefly, making sure that she rubbed her heavy, half exposed chest against him, before stepping away. She waved goodbye and walked away, with her daughter. She didn't say a word to me or even look at me!

Diary, dis one na witch na! Make you check am out. After a man told you that he was married, you still went ahead and press press your arsenal on him, stabbing it on his body wey no be firewood, for him wife's front! Ah-han! Witch! White witch alert!

On our way back to our vehicle, Praise asked me what I thought about his ex and I told him straight up. I don't like Diana. She has premeditated plans that involves him and I don't want her near him or us, like till Jesus comes.
Praise laughed and laughed, calling me a jealous wife. Saying that his ex was harmless, bla, bla, bla.

I hear. But I am not leaving anything to chance. This woman didn't regard me at all when she was pressing her chest against my husband, right in my presence. May be she was spoiling for a fight, I don't know. But I got her message loud and clear. She wants my husband and she assumes that there was nothing I can do about it.

Diary, she doesn't know me, ba? She has no idea what I am capable of.

I am going to play my part. I am going to make sure that my husband stays away from her.
You know the thing about one's ex. They can pull strings in us, reigniting past feelings, reawakening dead and forgotten passions and if one wasn't careful, they can really mess up things. When it comes to one's ex, most times, it never ends well. Take Kingsley's wahala for example.

The best thing is to stay away from them permanently!

I need God to save Praise from the fair curvy lady, his ex, Diana, the white witch that just resurfaced in his life. I need God's help ASAP!

neloyah:
Who knows? The ego he has experience with must have ran away with his yam, potato and carrot

*hands-on-my-head*

neloyah:
You ehn? I've noticed you just hate this nwakaego. There's nothing she does that doesn't irk you. Why's that?

Maybe he had an experience with an Ego... what did she do to you oooooo?

ernestita3:
nice piece . Pls update oooo

Thanks.
Will update on or before weekend.