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MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 21

Dear Diary,

10th March, 2019.

I am knocked out... So, so physically drained. I can barely hold my pen as I write. It's Sunday evening and I am dreading Monday morning. I do not want to go anywhere. And I wish I can just stay back home and sleep, eat, watch some movies, browse on my phone and sleep to my heart's content. But I can't. I have got to show up at work tomorrow. I can't leave my staff alone, unattended this week. We have back to back events. Why am I even this tired?

It was one of my favourite clients o. Yesterday, she pressured me until I agreed to come for son's fifth birthday party. I had already sent my staff there. As per food and desserts, everything was on point. But she still made me drive all the way to Lekki to attend the party.

I was surprised when I saw Okiki and her kids at the party. We sat together and she was impressed with the food. She told me that she was going to book my services for all her indoor and outdoor engagements.

I believe you remember Okikiola, my neighbour, the baby mama with three kids from three different men. We got talking and she told me that the monthly allowance she received from her baby daddies was enough to take care of her kids and her humble self for the next decade.

I was awestruck by the info. No wonder some women are going into this baby mama business. She is 39 and she wasn't thinking of settling down, like ever. She said she was fulfilled. She is got three kids already and a booming hair extension business, what else does she need? She wasn't keen on falling in love and with her bi-weekly flings and short term relationships, she needed nothing more.

I stared at her like an Agama lizard, lost for words. I for one knew that money wasn't everything and a wild lifestyle would only end in pain and regret. I told her that I will be praying for her soul, hoping that she would get saved one day soon.

Okiki laughed me to scorn. She said I was going to wait a very long, long time.

When I went to check on my staff, diary, you won't believe who I saw. I saw Kingsley Ike! My ex fiance! He was with Nneoma, his wife. He looked good, still handsome, and he seemed to have added some weight. He was equally astounded when he looked in my direction and saw me.

I told my staff that they were doing well, returned to my table and told Okiki that I was leaving. Once I was done saying my goodbyes to my client, I headed to the car park. I wanted to leave immediately because I didn't want to run into my ex.

I unlocked the door to my car, but before I could get into the vehicle, Kingsley caught up with me. I assumed he must have followed me when he saw me a few minutes ago.

Kingsley complimented my good looks and I tried not to blush. I know I looked fantastic. Praise told me how beautiful I looked before I left the house. But hearing Kingsley say it too made me feel kind of... can I use the word special?

Then he started to say the craziest things ever. He said he wished that he had not listened to his parents. And he wished he had followed his heart, stood his ground and married me. He said he has not been able to get over me, even though Nneoma was a good wife.

*Long Hiss* Is this not medicine after death? I am hissing again. There is no need to cry over spilt milk o. The deed has already been done and the die has been cast.

Me, I told Kingsley to enjoy his marriage because I was seriously enjoying mine. He made a face, hearing that I was also married. Before nko? Then he started acting up when I told him that my former boss was my husband.

Can you believe that this dullard started accusing me of cheating on him while I was working at the bakery? I think he has a rock in his head, instead of a brain.

I told him straight up that my boss wasn't even looking my way while I was dating him. And nothing happened between my boss and I until Kingsley was out of the picture.

*Another Long Hiss* The mumu com dey laugh o.

He started to make jokes, that my boss was definitely eyeing me while we were dating. Me, I was just tired of arguing with him. I am married, you are married, shikena! No long story.

Diary, Kingsley didn't stop there. He said he still loves me and if he could turn back the hands of time, he would love to spend the rest of his life with me.

See wahala in Éclairs sweet wrapper?

I tried to talk him out of all the nonsense he was spitting out, but he refused to listen to me. I told him that it was nice seeing him again, but I loved my husband, and not even a nuclear explosion or a gun to the head will make me leave him.

Kingsley didn't like my response and I didn't care. I said my goodbyes and opened the door to my vehicle. Unexpectedly, he drew me close and hugged me tightly. Like he didn't want to let go, like ever.

Hmmm... I pitied him, because of his confessions and decided to indulge him just for a few seconds, then push him away. I don't know what he was facing in his marriage, but that's his own cup of tea. He choose Nneoma over me because of his parents. He would need to live with that decision for the rest of his life.

Then I noticed that his hands were moving up and down my spine. What rubbish! Give the devil a step and he will take a mile. Na because I allowed him to hug me, now he is pressing himself against me and rubbing my back. Scallywag!

Sharp-sharp, I pushed him off and got into my car. Make him go hug transformer, abeg.
I have deleted every he said from my mind. I don't pity him again.

It's still Sunday and I am still tired and worn out and not ready to leave the house once the sun has risen. Let's see how it all turns out, abi?

When daylight comes, I will decide.

Yawning now.

Night night diary.

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Where you dey na?

I am here oooooooooooooooooooo!

My apologies everyone.
I meant to update today, but NEPA disappointed me ooooo.
I will go out of my way tomorrow and get an update uploaded by fire by force tomorrow.

Stay Safe *hugs*

Humbleness:
NEPA please do something oo. Interesting Thanks

*hugs*
NEPA oooooooo

MariamAlheri:
Your story is so captivating. Your writing and narration is topnotch.
Please more more more more more... NEPA please give SheWrites light o.

*hugs&kisses*
NEPA brought the light today but it's low voltage... very un-useful.
Tomorrow is another day

Fannycfo:
Oh Shewrites..... I've opened this thread the tenth time today.. Biko nu Ejoor Abeg Update....

My apologies sooooooo
Being marketing and cooking and stocking up for the new week.
I will resume update tomorrow.
And NEPA hasn't been faithful.
God dey sha.

BentleyJnr:

[color=violet]Wow,[/color]

SheWrites,

[color=violet]you're truly a genius. Keep ^{it up,} ma'am.[/color]

Thank you so much

BentleyJnr:

Madam^SheWrites, you cook this story well, even how you serve am no get comparison. Keep shinin' ma'am.
More BANANA to your Monkey......!!!!

Signed

_______

Bentley

[color=orange]Jnr[/color]

Thanks. I appreciate

Gvnl:
I enjoyed every bit of this story. Thank you for taking out time to write such a lesson loaded story.

I got something.

*hugs*

opico24:
which one is bambooks

bambooks.io is a website where you can read as many books as you want from different authors at a token.

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 20

Dear Diary,

28th February, 2019.

Praise and I ate our dinner a while ago. We ordered for Pizza with grilled chicken and beef from our favourite joint. I am stuffed, physically drained and I doubt if I will be able to sleep now. Maybe in an hour or less... I hope. Praise is lying on the settee watching CNN. I can see him from where I sat at the dining. I am not sure if he is really watching the news or dozing. I will go and check once I am done writing.

This weekend is a bitter sweet one. My neighbourhood will never be the same again. While I am happy, I am sad at the same time. Nevertheless, I know that everything will work together for our good, we His children, we God's babies.

Oh diary, Saturday went well, but Sunday came with its own bucket of troubles.

Praise and I returned from church this afternoon to meet Adesuwa moving out of her matrimonial home with her kids. I was just speechless when I saw her. What happened now? I didn't even know what to say to her. I just sat there in the car. She waved at me and drove off. I had a thousand questions fist- fighting in my head, but I couldn't voice any of them. I watched her leave and waved back, hoping to call her later and ask 'What the hell was going on?'

Praise asked me to go on in, while he speaks to Osamudiamwen, Adesuwa's husband. I wanted to follow him. I wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. I wanted to ask the silly man why he allowed his wife to leave. I knew that Praise wanted to speak to the man one on one, so I went home and waited.

About two hours later, after anxiety had turned my mind into turmoil, Praise came back and told me that Adesuwa refused to live under the same roof with another woman. She opted to move into one of her husband's houses in Maryland.
Remember diary when I told you that Adesuwa fainted when she found out that her husband got married to another woman.

Ah! Hmmm... If I was in her shoes, I would also refuse to live with another woman. But in my case, the woman would be the one living outside my matrimonial home and not in it. What's with some of these men? Why do they keep bringing these trouble makers home? Can't they get another house for their second wives? Why bring them to the same place your first wife live?

I feel so, so sorry for Adesuwa. She is traditionally married to this man and instead of him to legalize their marriage, he went ahead to marry one of his side chick! A court wedding for that matter! That was like a slap on his first wife's face. Why do some men like to act like wild animals? Why?

I am just too shocked to react. Is it that men can never be satisfied? If you allow them, they will just go ahead and acquire harems filled with women of all colours, shapes and sizes. This is greed at its best.

I need to ask Osamudiamwen one question. Why not legalize your marriage with Adesuwa? Why bring a strange woman into the mix? Okay that's two questions. I have more. This woman has kids for you. Two boys for that matter! What else do you want? Do you want her to slit her chest open, bring out her heart and serve it to you on a silver plate? Ehn?

Me, I don't understand anymore. I just don't. What will make a married man marry his side chick? What does the chick possess that the madam doesn't have? Can't the man repackage his wife if he wants something extra?

I know some women can be something else, but, a woman who loves a man would do anything and everything to make him happy. I would. I love Praise and his happiness is important to me. He doesn't use me to play either.

This school of marriage sef, bi ko, eh don pass be careful.

The sweet part of this weekend was when Iniabasi came visiting, long after we had, had our lunch. She gave Praise and I the invitation to her traditional and court marriage. I was so, so happy for her. Her husband, or rather, her baby daddy, she had two kids for him after their introduction, and procrastination and issues of life didn't allow them to solemnize their union. I am just happy that she learnt a lesson from the bitter experiences of some of the women in our neighbourhood and she was able to get her husband, or rather her baby daddy, to the point where he realized that he needed to do the right thing.

Even if the man had dozens of side chicks everywhere, he still loved Iniabasi enough to want to marry her.

Hmmmm... This is the tales by moonlight or is it sunlight in my vicinity o diary.

Iniabasi is already talking about the aso ebi, her event planner, et cetera, and I am rejoicing. Praise and I will surely grace the occasions. She also wants me to cater solely for the high table guests. Her baby daddy's sister would cater for the remaining guests.

More money for me and I am happy!

Praise is beckoning at me. I think he wants to sleep now.
Got to go now diary.

Talk to you later.

Mwuah!

utepu:
Life is a pain! So touching..

You can get to read the rest of the story on Bambooks.io or get your own copy on Okadabooks.com/user/serahiyare

Fannycfo:
Thanks so much Shewrites ,yes you tried.

*dancing*

Thannnnnkkkkksssss

Divepen1:
Yes. Send it to Akintayoakinjide0@gmail.com and the details (including your login details)

I prefer this option.

I gave up after 2 trials.

I will mail you all my books with their book covers and prices.

Thanks Divepen1

New update coming up...

As we stay at home, I have decided to post more than half of this book...

I thought it would be 50 chapters... but it turned out to be 40 chapters only...

Soooo, I will keep updating till we get to chapter 25 or 28... not sure yet... maybe I will stop when we get to chapter 30.

Then you all can finish up the rest of the 10 remaining chapters on Bambooks.io or get your copies on Okadabooks and Litireso.com

Bi ko nu...

I think I tried, abi? Shebi? Hmmm?

I will let you all know once the book is uploaded.

*hugs&kisses*

veenessha:
Husband snatchers everywhere but they can't snatch our praise.... Aunt shewrite it has been a while since I have commented and I want to say this you are blessing to single ladies, your stories have moral lessons and thank you for giving us this sweet story. Await the next update.

Awwwwww... am sooooooo touched *hugs*
My desire is not just for people to have fun reading, but also to pick up good morals too *winks*

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update I'm praying for you oooo

*hugs*

kimoyo:
Can't stop smiling. See karma. Well done she writes. Been a silent reader

Hey! Thanks for coming out of the ghost mode *hugs*

PrudySara:
In a way kwa, this is karma for Nwakaego. Thanks for the update, SheWrites!

*hugs*

aprilwise:
This is a practical life experience. Thanks for the update and I enjoyed reading every bit of your story.

Thank you too *hugs*

Ven97:
Amen oh... SheWrites you are a good storyteller. You will not kill me with your narration; I was just smiling tru out enhee

Hahahaha...

*hugs*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 19

Dear Diary,

20th February, 2019.

Today has just been crazy diary. The morning started well, but the day turned chaotic hours later. The unexpected unfolded when I least expected it.

I don't know why people like biting the very fingers that fed them. Why do people like repaying good with evil? Why? Ehn diary?
Kasala burst today o. Serious one at that. I am still mad and angry.

It all began this morning when I sent my P.A to the island to meet a client. I expected her back at the office on or before two in the afternoon, depending on the traffic. You know how the Third Mainland bridge when there is traffic. The standstill is enough to give any healthy man a migraine.

As I was enjoying my lunch later in the day, Praise called me around 12pm or so and told me that our security guard said my P.A was at the gate.

Diaarrryyyyy! Is my house Lagos island? Is my husband the client I sent this girl to go and meet? Abi dem don knack dis girl's head for grinding stone?

I told him to let her in and I promised to be home in a jiffy. Thank God my business place is not far from home. I abandoned my food and flew out of my office. I drove home with the speed of light and snuck into the house through the backdoor.
I peeped from the corridor leading into the sitting room and saw Praise seated on the sofa, whilst my P.A was standing in front of him, clad in a tube macro mini dress! This wasn't the attire she came to the office with! When did she change?
Diary, this stupid girl was busy shaking her buttocks at my husband and grabbing and squeezing her coconuts hard! Diaaaaaarrrry!

She told my husband that she had feelings for him and she was ready to be anything he wanted, be it a side chick, his mistress or preferably his second wife. She said she fell for him the first time he came to our office and she had been nursing feelings for him.

Ewo! See gbe ge! See Almighty trouble! What's wrong with all this small, small girls? First, it was the receptionist at my husband's bakery, now it's my P.A. Did they send these Mammy water girls to my darling husband? Haba! They should leave him for me o, biko!

When I came out of my hiding place, my P.A froze. She definitely wasn't expecting to see me. She started saying meaningless rubbish. She blamed the devil of course, but I didn't waste time before sacking her. I don't want the likes of her working for me.

I petted my husband and returned to the office some hours later. I had plans to confront her sister, one of my cooks. But she was nowhere to be found when I arrived. One of my staff members who was close to the said cook came to my office and told me that she once heard the Cook and her younger sister discussing how they would pin the girl's pregnancy on some unfortunate single or married man. If their family couldn't force the man to marry or take the girl as a second wife, they would make sure that he takes care of the unborn child for the rest of his life!

The cook and my P.A liked my husband so they decided to hatch out a plan, look for ways to seduce him, then pin the pregnancy on him once he had slept with the girl a few times.

Eh! Chi mo! Osanobua! Yesu! Eledumare oooooo! Look at trouble in all shapes and sizes!

So, this is how this woman and her younger sister wanted to repay me for my kindness? Why are people so evil minded? What is happening to the world as we know it? No wonder some organizations ask for medical reports before employing people. Ah! Chi mo, who did I offend? Who?

I swear, the day I see that cook and her sister anywhere near my business place, I will get them arrested and locked up!
I think I need to intensify my prayers for my husband.

God, every strange woman that is after Praise, may they lose their way before they get to him in Jesus name! May they never see him at all! May they go blind and may God cut their seductive hands short! I pray that Praise will always find a way of escape, like Joseph, whenever a Jezebel corners him. In Jesus name I pray.

Pray for us diary...

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 18

14th February, 2019.

Happy Saint Valentine's day diary! There is so much excitement in the air. I saw some teenagers driving out this evening, all clad in red. You need to see what the girls were putting on. All these small small girls that have not matured. Eh! They are almost naked! Looking like fowls after one must have peeled off its feathers. And there are small small boys and shameless cradle snatchers out there, ready to devour them. Their parents should just pray that they return home in one piece.

I am supposed to be happy today because it's a day of love and romance and giving and sharing and Praise is taking me out for a dinner date later today. He is the one I am even waiting for as I sit here at the dining, writing. He left an hour or so ago, to go run a last minute errand. I am all dressed up, looking fly, ready to go out and catch some fun.

Diary, another kasala is waiting to happen o. Why are some people born with trouble marks on their foreheads like this? They said people should let sleeping dogs lie, but some people want to go poke the dogs with sticks. It is like they have fried plantain and eggs on their heads.
While Praise and I had breakfast earlier today, he told me that my new P.A, the younger sister of one of my cooks, came by to drop some fruits in the house yesterday.

Wait, wait, wait... One, I didn't send the girl to drop any fruits in my house. Two, what's she doing in my house? I have only sent her to my place of residence once or twice. What's going on here?

Praise asked me why I keep sending the girl home every week. Now he is complaining that she dresses very skimpy whenever she comes.

Ehhhhhh! Diiiiaaaaarrrrrry! You see gbe ge?! Every week kwa?! This girl has been showing up at my house every single week, lying that I sent her and she has been terrorizing my husband with her skimpy wears. Come to think of it, she comes to work looking decent everyday. Does that mean that there is always a change of clothes in her bag? Or what do you think diary?

I told my husband that the last time I sent the girl home was several weeks ago. No wonder I have been seeing fruits in my fridge, on the kitchen table and on the dining, thinking that Praise bought them. But now I know that it is my P.A that has been bringing the fruits home. I hope she didn't poison them or add some sort of love portion. See me see wahala.

What kind of trouble is this one now? Is it now wrong to help people? I remember when this cook of mine was telling me about her younger sister who has been job hunting for a while. Have I done bad by employing her? Her probation period is over and she has done extremely well. But this her recent adventure in my home... hmmmm... this is definitely going to cost her, her job.

Praise also said whenever she comes, all her body parts will be falling out of her clothes like an overfilled pot of soup. See mental torture for my husband! What kind of nonsense is this now?
I have told my husband that the next time she shows up in our matrimonial home, he should call me.

This girl is in so much trouble. I have special plans for her already. And she will be smiling at me and be saying "Yes, ma, yes ma," to me at the office. Not knowing that she goes to my place to taunt my husband. So all na for show?

How can you come to my house to seduce my husband, not once, not twice, but every single week? Are you madt?!

Keeping my fingers crossed. Everyday is for the thief and one day is for the owner. She will be back, abi? We die here today!

My husband is back! I just heard the sound of his car's horn. I need to reapply my lipstick.

Got to go diary. I am looking forward to a fun-filled night-out.

Catch you later.

Mwuah!

The story continues as eh dey hot...

Ann2012:
Lwkmd
Thanks for the update ma'am

*winks*

Sonoyom:
this one is karma in it's most classic state.

Hmmmm...

Sonoyom:
When you remember the beatings you chop for Ghana, this life ehhh

Hahaha...

So you remember her escapades in Ghana

AiteeAitee:

You for let am beat the yeye girl na. Nonsense. Why are ladies this desperate?

Thank you for updating shewrites.

Hahaha...

She had to composed herself or else she for carry something design the yeye girl's body.

Some ladies and desperation... let me not talk...

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 17

Dear Diary,

10th February, 2019

I am angry, upset and going berserk at this very moment. You cannot imagine what transpired at the bakery today. Oh diary, it is impossible for me to unsee what I have seen and unhear what I heard. Can you imagine? What sort of world do we live in now? I am on the verge of exploding right now. I just want to break something, smash something, tear something up! If I have a nuclear weapon right now, I will just blow something up.
I am taking a deep breath in. I need to control myself so that I can write about what happened. I am taking another deep breath. I am exhaling slowly now. Let me gist you what happened diary. Smoke is still coming out of my ears.

I went to my husband's bakery this afternoon. I wanted to get his advise concerning the steps I needed to take, whether I should increase my staff's salary or hire more hands. When I got there, many of the bakery workers were not around. I was told they went to the streets to distribute flyers for the bakery's Valentine package.

I didn't meet the receptionist and my husband's P.A at their desks, so I assumed that they were also out. Praise and I talked for a while then he started to tease me and rough play soon started. We were running about in his office like kindergarten children. Hahahaha... my husband likes rough play biko nu.

Things got a little bit heated. Praise wanted a quickie, but I wanted us to get home first, but he disagreed and begged me until I allowed him. Hmmm... it was short, hot and spicy. Praise wanted more, but not until I promised to give it to him as eh dey hot when we got home, did he relent.

I went into the toilet to clean myself up, then I heard someone come into the office. I recognized the lady's voice. It was the receptionist. I cleaned my hands and I was about to come out when her next statement paralyzed me for the next ten seconds.

Diary, this small rat started to tell my husband how she had fallen in love with him at first sight when she began work at the bakery. She went on to say that she became depressed because he was a married man and the fact that he didn't notice her and the possibility of her having him all to herself was pretty slim, yet this didn't kill her feelings for him.

Even after she changed the way she dressed, putting on skimpy clothes to get his attention, the fact that he turned a blind her made her decide to take the bulls by the horn.

Diary! See trouble! Dog dey sleep, mad man go wake am!

This wayward receptionist claimed that he also had feelings for her, after all, she was younger and prettier than his wife. Me? She was talking about me! It is like dem don fry battery for this girl's head.

She said she also had better and bigger arsenal and barca than I do.

Diary! She is still referring to me!

I started to doubt if I was truly hearing things. I opened the door slightly and I indeed saw the girl. She wasn't lying diary. She was skimpily dressed! You need to see the micro mini skirt she was putting on. Her buttocks was literally protruding! This was enough to send any man to Yaba Left. Her jacket nko? No spaghetti or tube blouse inside. She wore nothing inside the jacket. Her chest was just opened and her coconuts were half way exposed! They actually looked liked they wanted to burst out of the prison she caged them.

Eh! I began to fear for my husband. So, this foolish girl has been indirectly sexually harassing him on a daily basis. Eh Chi mo! I don die finish! I don't know how he has been coping or how he has been able to turn a blind eye to all her distracting manipulations.

Truth be told, the girl is finnneeeee! She is prettier than I am and her physique was times two of what I have got. But she has just written her own sack letter with what she has done.

Diary, this is the last time I am going to allow the manager to hire a female receptionist. No wonder my husband's P.A is a guy. The man doesn't want trouble in any shade or size.

Diary, it didn't end there o. The next thing this girl did made my brain to sing! I had a melt down literally. This girl from hell grabbed my husband, crushed him in her arms and she began to rub her coconuts against his chest! Then she grabbed his buttocks and pressed it against her camel toe!

Aaaaaaaah! Diary! This girl don madt oooooooo! Aaaaaaaah! Yeh-kpa-ri-kpa! She don jam kolo mental today!

You needed to see the way I flew out of the toilet like Wonder Woman. I wished I had a whip, I would have designed her body with all sorts of tribal marks.

The girl almost died when she saw me sha. She had no idea that I was around. The shock on her face was an award winning facial expression. Diary, she took off. She ran out of my husband's office and back to her desk. I went after her and told her to pack her things, leave and never return. The bakery will pay her for the number of days she has worked that month.

The trembling girl picked up her things in a hurry and fled. When I returned to Praise's office. The man was still trying to gather himself. He told me that when they employed her, he noticed the way she kept smiling at him every working day. She was always ready to run his errands and do things for him, to the extent that his P.A started to complain that the girl was doing part of his job.

At a point, he thought she was just been over zealous, then he noticed the change in her dressing. He kept her at arms length, hoping that the manager will address her dress code asap.

My darling husband told me that he was beyond shock at the way she pounced on him! And if I had not stepped out of the toilet when I did, he would have slapped the girl silly till she regained her senses. He was already turned on and he didn't want her kind of trouble. Trust my husband, he doesn't take nonsense.

Praise was like he was done with female receptionists. It was better to be safe than sorry. Not with the rate at which some girls were claiming that they were raped especially when things do not go their way. These bad eggs make it difficult for people to tell the real raped victims from the liars. It is so unfortunate.

I stayed with my husband till he was ready to go home. Can you imagine that we still saw the crazy girl outside the bakery building? What was she waiting for? The moment she saw me, she ran!

Diary, abeg warn this silly girl and every other girl, lady, woman or grandma that has ulterior motives towards my husband. Me, I craze wella. I no normal at all. I go give anyone who cross me trouble for trouble, fire for fire. I dey ready any day, anytime. Abi dem think say we dey buy husband for Yaba market? Abeg, abeg, abeg, make dem shift.

Now I have to service my husband properly this night. I need to erase every trace of that silly girl from his mind. Winch!

I am hissing right now.

Talk to you later diary.

I still dey vex.