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ernestita3:
I have been so addicted to nairaland ,I don't know why.

Welcome to the club

Yampotatocarrot:
I'm sure you forgot to add the part where she later woke up from her "super story" dream. If it actually happens this way, then she should expect a confession from her husband also.


I'm not ashamed to say I miss my husband's cucumber... Taaah gbafuo

Hehehehehe... kikikijiji... *holding-my-waist*

Humbleness:
Sweet. Thanks for the update

*winks*

veenessha:
Thank you for the update Shewrite.

*winks*

Fannycfo:
Thanks so much for the update Shewrites

*winks*

Folashadepro:
at last
we need to celebrate it ooooo

maybe we should come to your house Abi
we should do thanksgiving in church

lol��

Hehehehehe... kikikikikiki... hahahaha...

Khriztarl:
Just joined in. interesting piece. Weldone shewrites

Welcome to our story land.
*hugs*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 29

Dear Diary,

5th of June, 2019.

The last time I wrote in my diary, I was locked up in the bathroom. While Praise screamed that I should come out, I yelled back at him, threatening to remain in the bathroom for the rest of my life. I actually meant it. I didn't recognize the man I married anymore and I didn't see the point in living in the same house with him and suffering in silence. That wasn't how I pictured the way my marital life would be. My husband stopped shouting after a while and he left. But by midnight, he returned. He begged me to open the door, so that I could at least, eat something.

The last time I ate was in the morning and I was hungry enough to eat a cow that night. But I was bent on not coming out. I think Praise sat by the door of the bathroom because I could hear his voice clearly. I could also sense his frustration. I was equally stressed out and completely overwhelmed by the turn of events earlier that day. I just wanted the madness to stop.

Sometime before the sun rose the next day, I slumped from exhaustion and drifted into unconsciousness. The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself in an hospital. And Praise was seated right there by myself.

He told me that he doze off by the bathroom door and around six in the morning, he started to knock again and pleaded for me to open the door. But when I didn't respond verbally, he suspected that something was amiss.

He got an hammer from his tool box in the car boot and got the door opened after dismantling the doorknob. Praise said when he saw me lying on the cold bathroom floor, barely breathing, he almost had an heart attack. He had to keep encouraging himself that I was going to be all right. Least he ran mad with worry and anxiety.

The driver helped him to get me into the car and they brought me straight to the hospital. The doctor said I was dehydrated and psychologically stressed out. She said I needed to be placed on a three day bed rest and I will be fine after then.

I am happy to be alive! I will not die before my time in Jesus name! Amen!

Praise and I reconciled! Right there in the hospital, we talked about all the things that were creating holes in our marriage. We both apologized for the crazy things we said to each other and we forgave ourselves.

I had to also promise Praise that the next time any of my ex tries to say hello or attempts to look for my trouble in whatever way, I will alert him ASAP.

Oh diary, I am so, so happy. Who would have thought a tragic incident would bring me and my husband back together?

My husband told me that it was hard for him to come to terms with what happened to me the day Kingsley came into our home. He said if not for God and common self, he would have killed my ex that day. Long and short, it became hard for him to touch me afterwards because, clearing those nasty images from his mind was a herculean task.

I can't say I understood 100% what my husband was saying, but I got the point. Simply put, my husband and I were traumatized in different ways when Kingsley followed me into our home.
I got discharged from the hospital two days ago. I am back home and I can boldly say that things are drifting towards normalcy between Praise and I. God has answered my prayers!

I have been receiving special treatments from my husband. He has been taking care of me o. This even reminds me of our dating period. All those butterflies in my tummy are back! Oh diary, you need to see the way Praise looks at me now. The love and affection in his eyes is enough to set me ablaze and burning for days!

Yesterday, Praise and I had a romp in the hay... after a very, very long time. It was simply mind-blowing. I am still basking in the euphoria of our love making. I can't wait for this to become a daily routine. I am not ashamed to say I miss my husband's cucumber. Hahahaha... my coochie coochie is happy to have him sliding in and out, in and out at will.

Oh diary... I am back on cloud 9!

AiteeAitee:
Yes mum?

Hmmm... *points-finger* I have a cane and your name is written on it...

AiteeAitee:
With the way this story is going, I may have no other option but to take a bus to Lagos and begin to beat anyone that bears the name 'Nwakego' . I mean, what specie of dondi is she?

*hands-on-my-head*

Aitee! Aitee! Aiiiteeeee!

divinelypruned:
Don't mind her jarra, was she expecting the man to lick her so called coochie coochie, I wonder if any juice is still left there.
She brought it upon herself, anybody praising her should go and drink a chilled water to have a better thinking.
She is claiming that he said terrible words to her, what of the ones she said too, some women and emotional blackmail, mtchhhh.
Shewrites daalu so

Sweetest pie *hugs*

Shedrack36:
thank for the update.

*winks*

Yampotatocarrot:
Praise and I argued back and forth... My husband said terrible things to me...

If they both argued back and forth, that means she also said terrible things. But look at how she mischievously skipped putting down the terrible things she also said.

For someone complaining about the sex being too much sometimes ago, how come she is now complaining of being deprived of sex.

It's normal for Praise to say that, boils down to what I said earlier about it being harder for men. What I don't subscribe to is the name calling. Even ladies that were really raped have that problem also... They tend to remember the rape case anytime they wanna have sex, and require very gentle cuddling and reassurance during sex for them to be able to enjoy it.

She is just playing the emotional blame game... The girl dey vex me sef, mtchew

*opens-32*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 28

Dear Diary,

30th May, 2019.

I think my world has ended. I think my happily ever after has come to an abrupt end. If anyone had told me that I will find myself in this kind of situation, I would have told the person that he or she was dreaming.

Oh diary... you won't believe what happened to me today. Oh God! This is definitely worse than my scariest nightmare. I locked myself up in the bathroom this morning and I have sworn never to come out. I die here!

I would rather stay in this bathroom, than share the same space with that man that call himself my husband. That man that I don't even recognize anymore. That man that once said he loved me, but now... Now I am thinking love is overrated.

Oh God! If this is what marriage is like, me, I am not doing again o. It is not by force na. I am so done right now with all this brouhaha.

I have cried my eyes out already. And I have cried some more. I don't have any more tears to spill. I don't know if I will be able to erase the memories of what transpired between me and Praise this morning. It was just like a very bad dream that seemed like it would not end.

I thought this man was my world. I thought he was my everything. Oh diary, you need to see the way and manner Praise spoke to me this morning. You need to hear what he said to me. I swear, your ears will explode.
Oh God! Chi mo!

This morning, long after we've had breakfast, I confronted Praise concerning his attitude towards me these past weeks. I told him that even the bible said that we shouldn't deprive our spouses of 'other room' things. Except when one is fasting, and even before or during the said fast, if one party doesn't agree, that fast is nullified and cancelled.

I am not fasting. Neither is my husband. Aside the fact that Praise is still angry with me, I don't see any other reason why we shouldn't resume our bedmatics. Why is he still angry? How long is he prepared to make me suffer for something that wasn't entirely my fault.

I was just pissed this morning and I unleashed my frustration. Praise had no right on this side of heaven to starve me. Body no be firewood o, abeg.

Oh diary... maybe I should have just kept quiet and wait for my husband's anger to dissipate. And bore the starvation of my coochie coochie. After all, 'other room' things isn't food. Abi? Shey? I don't even know anymore...

Diary... Praise said... he said... my husband said every time he looks at me, all he sees is the image of Kingsley pounding into my backside! He said he hasn't been able to erase that picture from his mind. And it will take a bloody miracle for him to forget what happened that day.

Diaaaarrrrryyyy!

My husband has refused to touch me because the memory of my ex violating me remained on his mind like a very sticky stamp. I don't even know what that feels like. He is traumatized, but so was I! And I know we can get through this together.

Oh diary... you won't believe what Praise said to me this morning. My husband told me that there was no way on this planet earth, that he would be able to sleep with me. Not now... not tomorrow and not even in the next few months to come. He said hell will have to freeze over if he would as much as touch me with a finger!

Diary... Diary... Diiiiaaaaaarrryyyyy!

I think one loose nut got disconnected somewhere in my brain and I went ballistic. As in, I was like, soooooo, what was I supposed to do? Starve? Burn? Go celibate until my husband is ready to sleep with me? As in how now?

Praise and I argued back and forth. My husband said terrible things to me... things that I cannot even write here... things that have the power to turn me into a Yaba Left Patient in seconds.

Ah diary, I don suffer.

Praise called me names. Names that my parents didn't write on my birth certificate. Names that can make any human being climb the railings on third mainland bridge and plunge into the lagoon. His words shattered my heart and left me bleeding. His words snuffed out the fire that lit the candle of my love for him. How did we even get here? I don't see any road back to how things used to be.

When he left the house, I went straight to the Master bedroom, picked a blanket, my diary and a few things and locked myself up in the bathroom.

I am still in here and I am not planning to come out anytime soon.

I hurt... I hurt here in my heart and soul. Infact, I hurt everywhere. I still can't believe that Praise will look me in the eye and speak to me in such a way... and say crazy things to me... and blame me for another man's blunder.

Diary, this is not what I signed up for. This is not... this is not...

Diary, he is back. Praise is back and he is banging on the door. He is shouting and I don't bloody care. I am not coming out!

Diary tell this man to leave me alone o. I die here! QED!

AiteeAitee:
In SheWrites story abi? That one nor get brain na. Original mofo.

*hands-on-my-head*
Ego don suffer for una hand.
Hehehehe....

The story continues...
Hello diary...

Yampotatocarrot:
Nonsense and ingredient. Walahi, it can only happen in a story. Without any intention of being malicious, we should know that it's easier for a woman to forgive her man that commits adultery, than for a man to forgive his wife that does same.

Best Praise can do is to leave the house for maybe one month, use it to meditate and find out if he still wants her or not. If he decides to still be with her, then she should know that the pains may heal, but the scars will still remain

Oniranu oshi (pardon my use of words)

*hands-on-my-head*

Talk true, you no like dis girl, ba?

PrudySara:
Now, I feel for Ego.. Praise should forgive her biko.

Thanks for the update!
Happy Sunday!

*hugs*

Ann2012:
He'll forgive you gradually
Thanks for the update

*hugs*

PrinzCarter:
hi let's do a short movie series

Hi

Oya... let's go there

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 27

Dear Diary,

10th May, 2019.

My clients made me to resume work fully this week. My knee still aches a bit, but, I can walk around now. But no high heeled shoes for now. It's flats shoes all the way, for now.

Praise has finally opened a branch of the bakery on the island. And I am beginning to think we might have more patronage there than here in the mainland.

When I am good and ready, I will also open a branch of Ego's Kitchen on the island.
This evening, driving home from my business place, exactly three houses away from mine, I heard voices. Loud voices combined with the blast of horns from vehicles and the happy giggles from children playing in the comfort of their homes. Every voice I heard became noise. A disturbing noise that threatens to disrupt the peace I crave once I crawl into my house. I planned to shower, eat, watch a movie, write in my diary, then sleep.

Distinctly, I heard women screaming at one another. They were so loud, I could hear everything they were saying. I recognized one of their voices. It belonged to Kamsiyo, my neighbour. The one that had a salon on our street.

My heart missed a beat. I didn't know who she was exchanging words with. But I could feel the hurt in her voice. It had a tremor. A tremor filled with anger mixed with bitterness. I had a feeling she was probably quarrelling with her in-laws. Oh lord, I don't know why these people can't stay in their own homes. Abi dey swear for them?

I parked my car in my compound and hurried back to hers. Just by their gate, I saw Kamsiyo. She was surrounded by three women and I recognized them. It was her mother-in-law and two of her husband's sisters.

Oh diary. I can't even write the names that they were calling her. These people were just crazy. Probably demon possessed too. Why will a fellow woman bring another down? Then I saw Kamsiyo's husband, Arinze, standing by the front door, unwilling to interfere.

Ah! Diary. I was just pissed. What sort of man was this? Why won't he learn to defend his wife? Why chose his family over her?

Right before my eyes, Arinze's sisters pounced on Kamsiyo! Hey diary! Come and see wrestling march. Kamsiyo gave it back to them, fire for fire! The three of them fought and fought, scratching and pulling at one another, while Arinze's mum kept screaming.

Two against one was unfair, and I couldn't interfer. Least I get bitten by the mad dogs. But I wished Arinze would stop the fight. He just stood there looking, while his sisters tossed his wife left and right. All in the name of she hasn't borne a male child yet. Haba!

Like Hulk Horgan, Kamsiyo got her mojoo back and she began to deal with the miserable busy bodies. Their cries of pain made their mother to get involved and the punch meant for one of her girls landed on her face.

Come and see Arinze in stupid action. He left where he was standing and dragged his wife by her hair! One slap stopped her from fighting, the second slap knocked her down and the third left her on the floor, crying.

Arinze's mother and sisters left, satisfied that he would definitely finish what they started. I ran back to my compound and got the guard. He followed me back to Kamsiyo's place and stopped her husband from hitting her further.
I stayed with her for a while before returning to my own home. And I wonder, was her situation worse than mine? My husband was way different from Arinze. And if roles were switched, Praise would defend me against his family and the entire universe. That's how much he loved and valued me.

Oh diary... things are still somehow between Praise and I. My husband has not touched me since the day Kingsley came into our home. Every time I come close to him, he steps away. If I try to hug him, he turns a cold shoulder. If I try to sit next to him while we watch the television, he would move to another chair. This man doesn't allow our skins to touch at all. Now, I am feeling like a sort of deadly virus, some sort of plague. Can you imagine?

See, diary, I can't bear it anymore. I need my husband. I am beginning to feel like a time bomb that is due to explode any time soon. I am even contemplating drugging Praise's food and satisfying myself once he is semiconscious. At least, that way, he won't be able to run or push me away. He will end up giving in to his already heightened emotions. Abi?

Desperate times, desperate measures.

I can't wait for things to go back to the way they used to be. Will that day ever come? Ehn diary? Pray for me o.

Like Job, I am ready to wait till my change comes, but I am not a friend of longsuffering... impatience might get the better of me.

I just heard the horn of Praise's car.

Got to go diary.

Need to serve my husband his dinner. At least, he is still eating my food and I am grateful for that.

Talk to you later.

Ciao!

sheba222:
tell Nepa say if we follow u go dere dem go cry.

Hehehehe...

sheba222:
Weldone ma.pls wat is delaying d update.if u wil be posting once a week den give us a particular date 4 new update.tanks

Follow me to NEPA office for aluta.

Before the weekend, I will update.

Stargurl20:
Well done @shewrites. More power to your elbow. Pls, when is the next update coming up?

Before the weekend.

It's Nepa

AiteeAitee:
Bro this your story is awesome oh.
SheWrites Queenitee , ikombe , hadamson , Bibijay123 , Chumzypinky silver1996 , Rovyer , cbella , TiffanyJ , Kimberlywest , kayo80 , Rachealfst , have you seen this one?

Hmmmm....?

Let me buy snacks... am coming.

King2019:
Well-done with the story
You are really good...

Thank you

King2019:
Why use Kingsley of all names na??

Is your name Kingsley?

Hehehehe...

I know a few many Kingsleysssss. Tall, dark, fair, muscular, slim, handsome, dropped dead gorgeous, very nice guyssss *winks*

Whois:
Am beginning to loss interest in the story due to the consistent rape from when she was single till the 2nd to last episode

I feel you...

It is unsettling.

But, the fact remains that these are the routines of many ladies out there...

These nightmarish incidents are their norms.

Yampotatocarrot:
The issue is, since she doesn't know how to say No and stand by her words, how are you sure the next person that tries won't have his way also? Will her husband have to employ a full time bodyguard for her?

I've met ladies who claim they don't know how to keep saying No once the guy is persistent, so we might classify Ego as one of such

There are Egos everywhere... a desire to say no, when you mean no, but your body is in limbo...

Yampotatocarrot:
This might sound absurd, but trust me, she didn't protest the guy and his friends' own cos she enjoyed it unconsciously, while she protested her colleagues' own cos she didn't and it disgusted her.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm...