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She wept the way she had never wept before. It was the saddest day of her life. With continuous tears in his eyes, Martin tried to console her. That night, she had a very restless sleep.





Hadiza was able to notice that all was not well with Eneh the moment she sighted her in the office the following day. Although Eneh was trying to act as if all was normal, Hadiza was convinced all was not well. During the lunch hour, she invited Eneh to her office. She ensured that they were alone before she broached the issue.

'I can see that all is not well with you, dear sister,' Hadiza began. 'What is the problem? Now, don't even try to tell me you're alright because I know you're not. What is the problem? A problem shared with someone you can confide in is a problem half solved.'

Eneh paused. Should she tell her what gnawed at her heart? This is an office environment and personal matters like this should be discreetly handled. Could she trust Hadiza enough on this?

'Let me assure you that whatever you tell me will be confidentially treated,' she said as if reading Eneh's mind.

With the assurance, there was no further hesitation in Eneh pouring her heart out. Hadiza listened attentively, genuinely concerned. When Eneh finished talking, Hadiza was confounded.

'You mean oga Martin has such a problem? Laila ilala hu.'

'And I didn't suspect a thing,' Eneh added. 'He never hinted me. All these while, he had been saying he was too tired to do anything, until yesterday when I made him to say the truth.'

'Awuzu billahi. What is he doing about it? I mean about the problem.'

'He said he had already consulted some physicians and is also praying about it.'

Hadiza was thereafter short of words. 'What will you do now?' she asked Eneh.

'Honestly, I don't know yet. I'm still confused. I guess I have to tell the pastor of our church.'

'Eyah, and oga Martin is a good man o.'

'Yes, but this other matter is shocking and perplexing.'

Hadiza suddenly smiled. 'Don't worry, my dear. I'm sure there's a solution to the problem. There's no problem without solution. This is
only a challenge, and there is a way out.'

Eneh was encouraged more by assuring words from Hadiza. She felt a little bit relieved.

Back at her office, she decided to confront the issue headlong. She felt pained that he had not opened up to her before the wedding. It
was like being deceived into the marriage. When they closed from work, she would confront him. She would tell him about how selfish and
wicked he was.





Sometimes, Femi would stay at home on Saturday to do some work on-line and to spend time with his family. Sometimes, he would go to work for few hours and be back to still relax for the weekend. This Saturday, he said he had a lot of work to do and would be gone for many hours.

He went in jeans trousers, t-shirt and white canvass shoes. He had lied to his wife. Femi had no intention of stepping inside the office
that day. Instead, he had an appointment of a rendezvous with Sade. They were supposed to meet at a guest house in Anthony village.
Femi had earlier booked for a day. By the time he got there that morning, Sade was already waiting for him at the reception. She broke
into an easy smile as soon as he appeared.

'Hope you've not been waiting for long,' he said as a way of greeting.

'I came in about ten minutes ago.' He hugged her and steered her to the room.

'What d'you want? What do I order for?'

'Nothing for now. The only thing I want right now is you.' She dropped her handbag and clung to him.






In another guest house at Epe, east of Lagos, Bayo and his girlfriend, Ada, were having a frolicking time together. They had been lodging
in the guest house for the past two days, after his trip from Abuja. While he was holed up there with the damsel, he gave his wife the impression that he was still in Abuja on business. Ada was his reigning heartthrob. He was spending a lot of time, energy and resources on her, but he felt it was worthwhile.

For the umpteenth time, Sade kissed him fully on the lips. He looked demure, although his mind hovered between guilt and justification. The two seemed to have equal force, but the urge to carry on with the presumption that all was well was overwhelming. The justification was that he was doing it for love. Yes, love. He would tell himself that he would not allow his affair with Sade to have adverse effects on his family and home; that he would try to balance everything so that there would be fairness to his wife and Sade.

Sade was a woman in distress. He felt sorry for her and could not bear her agonizing over a loveless life. Maybe if he had been daring
during his undergraduate days, he would have made the overtures to her and she would have settled down as his spouse. He had not done
so and he had this situation on his hand. He thought since he was the cause of her misadventure, he must also be the solution.

That was why he had to come in. His effort was more of a 'rescue mission', he rationalized.

The guilty thoughts would also come. You were an adulterer and a betrayer, the voice would say. A man that slept with a woman other
than the one he was legally married to had committed the sin of adultery. How could you allow the evil one to manipulate you like this?
Could you honestly disclose what you were doing with Sade to your wife?

At the end the voice supporting his misdeed would have the upper hand. He would grandly justify his action and reciprocate her
amorous nuances.

'I'm so glad to finally have you to myself, ' Sade was saying, as they lay in bed, naked under the sheet.

'Hmn?' He was brought back from his reverie.

'What're you thinking about, darling?'

'I'm thinking about you.'

'What about me?'

'I'm thinking about how lovely you are.'

'I'm so glad we're together. I've been longing for this moment for long.'

He sighed and tapped her on the shoulder. 'Yes, it's good we're together.'

He later ordered for food and drinks. From the way they smooched over each other, one would think they were having honeymoon.

They were together until six pm when he signaled his intention to leave.

‘Can't we have the whole of the weekend to ourselves?' she asked.

'No. Not for now. Soon but not for now.'

She did not really like that but there was nothing she could do.

‘Oh, come on. Don't pout your lips like that. Sooner than you expect, we'll be together again.'

'I'm going to miss you,' she stated.

He steered her to himself. Don't worry.'

'How I wish we can be together forever.'

He only chuckled. If that should be, what would happen to Maggie? He asked in his mind. He had no answer for that for now.



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[quote author=FrankAkowe post=73678427]‘Now, food is ready,’ I announced.

‘Naughty boy,’ she said.




I will like to be invited.

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‘No. Not yet.’ I smiled. ‘I’ll rather eat you.’

She frowned. ‘Eat me?’

I continued my smile. ‘Yes. Let me show you how.’

I brought my lips to hers and sucked them.

‘Is that food?’ she asked.

‘That’s the appetizer.’ I lifted her and took her to the bedroom where I had put my things. We stood face to face and breathed into each other’s
nose.

‘I like your hair,’ I said.

‘Thank you.’

I sniffed the air close to her nose. ‘And I like the perfume you’re wearing.’

‘Thank you.’

I looked at her all over. Her pink cotton shirt and the red skirt showed how chic she was.

‘I like your outfit. You look like somebody going for a fashion show.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Now, let me see if the inner wears are as fitting as the outer wears.’

She smiled but said nothing. I unbuttoned the pink shirt. Today, she was wearing a red bra. I always had special attraction for red bras, and
now, seeing what she was wearing made me go crazy.

‘Maybe I should UnCloth myself,’ she suggested.

‘Oh, no. let me do it with all pleasure.’

She sighed and closed her eyes. I removed everything she was wearing and stripped myself too.

‘Now, food is ready,’ I announced.

‘Naughty boy,’ she said.


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‘I told my aunty about you.’

I nodded. ‘Where does she stay?

‘At Masha. That’s where Ella is.’

I nodded.

‘She wants to know you,’ Naomi said.

‘That will be no problem,’ I replied. ‘Let’s fix a date and a time for that. My uncle wants to meet with you too.’


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There was a long pause. She waited patiently for his answer. Then, in a move so dramatic and pathetic, he covered his face in his palms and started sobbing. Eneh was aghast. For some seconds, she could not say anything. Then she moved to him and placed her hands gently on him.





'Make sure you switched off the kitchen bulb and locked its door,' Sade instructed.

'Yes ma,' Kike replied. She was Sade's cousin, living with her. She had already finished her secondary school and was planning to take the university matriculation examinations that would be coming up in a couple of months time. For now, Kike assisted in taking care of the children, especially since the departure of the house girl..

The children had already slept. For some days now, Bayo had travelled to Abuja. It was not that Sade actually missed him. No. Her only consolations in that house, as far as she was concerned, were the children.

She stretched her body on the three-seater, gazing at the television. She selected the Yoruba movie channel, her favorite. Kike soon came to join her. Sade was barely paying attention to the drama on the channel. These days, her mind was always on Femi.

She had no qualms about setting him on the path of infidelity. In fact, she felt she was doing
the right thing and always tried to justified it. She knew Femi before Maggie did. Femi was her first love, though in an implicit way. She believed
Femi rightfully belonged to her. If Bayo had not lost his senses and had been faithful and loving, if he had continued to treat her nicely, the renewal of passion for Femi might not be a reality. But the way things were, Sade believed that Femi was God-sent with his reappearance in her life. She had run into him when there was a need for a big emotional vacuum to be filled

She remembered when they first started getting close. They had been in the same tutorial group in the English language department. One afternoon, she had approached him to ask if he could explain some aspects of semantics to her. He had obliged and that soon generated into a close relationship. He seemed to be highly reserved and serious-minded. He never broached on love, much to her chagrin. It was not that she was loose. She was a decent girl by all standard, but she wanted more than what she got from him.

That was then. Now, she had made up her mind that she would recover whatever she had lost. There was no going back, even if it meant officially severing her relationship with Bayo through divorce.

She picked her phone and called his number. He soon picked the call.

'Hello, sister Sade,' his voice came over the line. He emphasised the word., sister. Sade got the hint - his wife was around him..

'Good evening. Just to say hello. How is the family?'

'We bless the name of God. We're doing fine. How about yours?'

'All is well. Is your wife there? Can I speak to her?'

'Yes, she's right here by my side.'

He handed the phone over to Margaret. The two women exchanged greetings and asked after members of each other's family as if they were
the best of friends. Sade then bade her goodnight and cut the line.

She smiled to herself over her mischief. She was more determined to have Femi to herself. She sent a short text massage to his line: I wish I
am with you. I love you and I miss you.

There was no response forthcoming from him. She could understand. He was still with his wife and could not script beautiful reply for her.
Very soon, the relationship would not be hidden. Very soon.





When he calmed down, Martin told her a most heart-rendering story she had ever heard from such a close range. It happened that even as a teenager, he never had desire for the opposite sex. There was never a 'wet dream' and even an intimate hold on a girl never brought any warmth in the groin.

By twenty-two, he needed nobody to affirm that it was a case of total erectile dysfunction. Since then, he had been battling with the
malaise. He had also stepped up his faith, believing that with God, he would overcome it.

Eneh was crestfallen. She could not believe her eyes. No, this must be a nightmare.

'You mean you can't do it at all? That you have never done it?' she cried

He shook his head in dejection. 'No, I have never done it.'

'Oh God, oh God. Why didn't you tell me this before? Why didn't you tell me?'

She wept the way she had never wept before. It was the saddest day of her life. With continuous tears in his eyes, Martin tried to console
her. That night, she had a very restless sleep.


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She pressed the hand against the mammary organ. 'Martin, don't you think you should desire this? How can you say you're tired? How can tiredness prevent you from doing it? For about two weeks now. Two weeks!'

'I'm sorry,' he said plaintively.

'Am I not beautiful enough? Am I not good enough?'

'You're more than beautiful, my dear. You're an angel.'

She sat up on the bed and looked at herself. Could anything be wrong with her? Did she emit offensive smell? She knew nothing was wrong with her. Even if she was not beautiful, the night wear she wore had been carefully considered and bought to ignite his erotic imagination.

. The material was enough to make a man turn his head, that was what the sales girl at the store where she had bought it said.

She looked at her boobs. They were fresh, shapely and firm. They were as firm as
when she experienced full puberty. Could a new husband see these and say he was tired?

'Martin.'

He too sat on the bed without saying anything.

'Martin,' she called again. 'It can not be tiredness. I know the kind of work you do in your office. They're paper work and the work is not tedious. So, tell me, what is the problem?'

There was a long pause. She waited patiently for his answer. Then, in a move so dramatic and pathetic, he covered his face in his palms and started sobbing. Eneh was aghast. For some seconds, she could not say anything. Then she moved to him and placed her hands gently on him.

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Nice story.

'Oh,' he said. Whatever that meant. They chatted a bit more, then the food was brought. She ate slowly, enjoying the meal.

'How's the food?' he asked.

She munched and smirked. 'It's delicious. I'll give a thumb up.'

He could only smile at her. After she had finished eating, she thanked him for the meal.

'Thank you, too, for eating it.'

'D'you still remember when my birthday is?'

He thought briefly. 'I know it is this month, March, but I'm sorry I can't remember the exact date.'

'It's next week, March 12th. I'll be thirty-five.'

He whistled softly. 'You're joining the senior club.'

'Abi o. But you're still my egbon.'

'Yes, by some months.'

'Do I look older than my age?'

'Of course not. You look good for your age.'

'Really?'

'Sure. Don't you trust my words again?'

'I don't know o.'

'Of course you do.

'Can I ask you a question? I need a honest answer.'

'Go ahead. Ask any question you desire.'

'Did you ever love me?'

'Oh, no. I overrule that question'.

'You can't overrule it. You promised to give answer,'

'Okay, okay. I loved you and I still do. But it is a brotherly love.'

'You mean I was never good enough to be your wife? That I was only good for conversation and to pass time?'

He laughed. 'Oh, come on. I cherish you more than you think. I just wasn't thinking of anything about marriage then.'

'You dashed my hope.'

He sighed deeply. 'I'm sorry. I didn't know you had so much attachment to me.'

'You dashed my hope,' she repeated. Her tone was low and sad. Femi too felt hollow. He had to move close to her seat to hold her by the
shoulder. He was becoming too sentimental, he told himself. His mind flashed back to their university days. He shook his head. Their kind of
relationship was rare. They were intimate, yet they stayed off anything sensuous.

Now, he held her by his side. She could smell her perfume and hair. She was aware that he was staring at her. She turned to face him
squarely and held him too. Their faces made a close up. Sentiments, beware of sentiments, his mind screamed at him. Her lips touched on his.
There should be no harm in that, he thought. It was just a kiss. Even Judas Iscariot kissed Jesus.

What he planned to be a soft kiss turned to be a very deep one that left their hearts beating rapidly.


It was closing time. Eneh parked the files on her table to one side and quickly made up her face. Since she had become married, she had been
coming and going to work with her husband. Everybody seemed to be happy for them, from her department to his. It was an entirely new phase
of life, and she was enjoying it. She checked her face on the small mirror to be sure that the powder was moderate.

She stood up and moved to his office. He asked her to wait as he was putting finishing touches to what he was doing. He soon finished and
picked up his briefcase. They went downstairs to the parking space. His car, a Toyota Avensis, was glittering in the sun. Along the way home,
he stopped at a supermarket close to their residence to buy groceries and provisions. At home, he was darling Martin, while in the office, he was
Mr. Martin Yakubu. He, played the role of the devoted lover. He would stay with her in the kitchen and chatted. They were not only married,
they were also friends. His favorite meal was tuwo shinkafa and vegetables. He also said he liked pork. She had decided to prepare his favorite.

When he ate the meal, he commended her as usual, that her food was very delicious. Eneh glowed at his commendation. She ate her own
food in satisfaction too, although she did not really like pork. After the supper, she cleared the plates and spent some minutes in the kitchen to
wash them. By the time she returned to the sitting- news, he was watching CNN. She was not a big fan of news channels. She would prefer
soap operas but she never complained about his choice. She went to take a shower and changed her clothes to a skimpy satin sleep wear. She
then went to meet him in the sitting-room. He had started dozing already.

'Darling,' she tapped him. 'Maybe we should retire to the bedroom.'

He nodded and stood up. It was just few minutes to nine in the night. There was no crime in going to bed early. She led him to the bedroom.

He was in white singlet and blue boxer, and those would be his night wears. Eneh cuddled up to him. When she rubbed her hands down his
chest, he muttered that he was rather tired and would like to sleep.

She was certainly becoming agitated on this issue of perennial tiredness. Why? Why would Martin be giving the same reason every night for not consummating his love for his newly wedded wife? Why was it that when it came to coital issue, he would say he was tired?

No, she would not take that excuse again. Tonight, she would not let him be. He had been so passive about demonstrating what it meant to
have a new bride. He was not even making any effort. No problem, she would try to revitalize him and put him in the mood.

She rubbed his chest the more and pressed her breasts against him.

'Eneh darling, please I'm really tired. What I need now is rest and a good sleep.'

'You can't be tired. What have you done that you're tired?'

'It's the work. The work is not easy.'

'The work must not stop you from fulfilling your obligation. At least for once.'

He sighed. 'Do not worry. Tomorrow, I will try not to work too hard. Tomorrow, I'll do all you expect me to do.'

She took his left hand and placed it on her bosom. 'Don't you feel anything for this?'

She pressed the hand against the mammary organ. 'Martin, don't you think you should desire this? How can you say you're tired? How can
tiredness prevent you from doing it? For about two weeks now. Two weeks!'


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'I will love, I'll do anything.'

'Hey, take it easy Mister,' she cautioned. 'It's always easier said than done.'

Alfred had reiterated his commitment to keep to those words.

Now, he had paid her a visit.

She washed her hands, dried them on the apron and went to meet him in the sitting-room. He stood up to greet her, like a gentleman. She introduced him to his mother, but as a friend. She still believed she must tread cautiously with him. Men could be so deceptive. She had heard and seen a lot, and would not want to be carried away by unguarded passions.

Her mother was happy for her. After he had gone, she was all smiles.

'I think he's a good man,' she said approvingly.

'Mummy, have you forgotten that Jesus said no one but God is good?'

Her mother smiled. 'I know, but my mind says he' ll be a good husband.'

'Ha, mummy, you hardly know him.'

'Mark my words; he'll be a good man.'

'So you're a prophetess now. Okay o, let's wait and see.'

Deep in her mind, she was glad her mother approved of him. It was a good sign.










Chapter Three

By 2.45 pm, Sade was in Femi’s office. These days, she would come in and head straight for his office without waiting for the Secretary to inform him of her presence. Femi would only chuckle at her behavior.

She sat on her usual seat and looked coolly at him.

'What will my dear guest have?' he asked.
'Guest? Do you still call me guest? No be me and you get this office?'

He laughed shortly. 'But seriously speaking, I hope your coming before closing time is not having its toll on your work.'

'There's no problem whatsoever with my work. All is well.'

'Alright. So what can I offer you today?'

'I need food. Real food.'

He summoned the office assistant to get fried rice and chicken for her.

'How is madam at home?' she asked.

'She's fine. How about your man?'

'He has travelled to Abuja.'

He noticed the listless way she answered him on the question concerning her husband.

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Lola's mother came to the kitchen to tell her that she had a visitor. She knew who it was. For the past two weeks, Alfred had been telling her he would like to visit her home, especially since she had refused to visit his. He worked in the office complex where she worked and had met as she was about to take the elevator on the ground floor. He worked as an architect for an architectural firm on the third floor.

The first day they met, he had discreetly followed her to her office and was glad she worked in the same building. When he made his love intentions known, she hardly gave him a chance. He looked so urbane and suave that she could have sworn he would be a playboy. She said this to his face and he laughed it off.

'Why not give me a chance to prove my love,' he had pleaded.

''You don't even know the kind of person I am,' she said further.

He had laughed again. He seemed to laugh at many things.

'So tell me. What kind of person are you?'

'You really want to know?'

'Of course, I want to know.'

'Alright. I'm not after any unfruitful relationship. I hope you understand what I mean. I'm interested only in long-lasting relationship.'

She stopped to look at him. His eyes were popped out in excitement.

'Wow! That's what I have in mind too! I really, really want to marry you.'

'Marriage is not as easy as you think it is.'

'I know. But, really, that's what I want from
you.'

There was a slight pause.

'There's another important thing,' she said.
'What could that be?'

There was a sense of eagerness all over him, like a zealous school boy.

She had allowed an emphatic silence,

then she said: 'There will be no sex until marriage.'

She was so point blank abnout it.

His face first look clouded, then he smiled. 'Is that all?'

'Yes, for now.'


Before she could stop him, he gave her a hug.


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When Nancy got to her apartment at off Abiola crescent, Ikeja, she had to ensure that no one was outside the building before she ventured out of the car. She didn't even take the things she had bought from the boot of the car. Those things could wait. She didn't want anyone to see her torn top and quarter nudeness.

She went straight to her apartment. The warm interior welcomed her. She changed her underwear and the top. She had decided to keep those clothing and to show Gbade how uncivil his wife was.

She regained some of her confidence after she had changed cloths. Her mind was busy as she replayed the nasty experience at the shopping plaza in her mind. If Gbade's wife thought she could intimidate and bully her to stay off the man, then she was making a very big mistake.

Nancy had met him at a fashion show some months ago. She was there as a guest, just as he was. Gbade was a known person in Lagos social scene. He had made marks in hotel and tourism industry, and Nancy had expressed delight at meeting him one on one during the event. She had introduced herself as a blogger with an eye for the entertainment industry.

That was how they met. He got her number and promised to call. Indeed, he fulfilled his promise the following day. He had invited her for lunch in a highbrow restaurant.

She had obliged and that was that. Since then, the relationship had blossomed. Gbade had proved to be generous. Apart from the numerous designer wears, he got her a brand new Toyota car.

Nancy had hugged him and had told him he was the best lover in the world. He was always going on business trips, within the country, within the West Africa subregion, and even intercontinentally.

There was a time he had taken her to Port Harcourt. They were there for almost a week. The same with Abuja and Abidjan. The next trip he would probably ask her to come along would be to Dubai.

She was having a good time. She had been savouring the relationship. Now, his wife was becoming a big stumbling block. No way, she would not be cowed.

Presently he was out of Lagos. Two days ago, he had informed her that he would be travelling to Jos, a city several hundreds of kilometers away from Lagos. Nancy decided to call him.

'Hello my dear.'As usual, there was a boom in his over the line. Even from afar, one could discern his bohemian nature.

'Hello.' Her response was cool and distant.

'How are you? You don't sound excited.'

'I'm not. I'm not happy either.'

'What happened?'

'It's your wife. Why didn't you tell me you are married to a wrestling champion?'

'What d'you mean, a wrestling champion? What happened?'

She paused briefly. 'If you know what my eyes see today, you'll feel sorry for me. She trailed me to the shopping plaza at Maryland. As soon
as I came out after shopping, she accosted me. In a twinkle of an eye, she pounced on me. She slapped me and tore my top and bra. In full public glare, your wife really embarrassed and ridiculed me.'

He was surprised. 'Unbelievable! You mean she did all that to you?'

'Yes. With a threat to do worse if I don't leave you alone.'

'Ehn, ehn. It's unbelievable that Sola would do that.'

'She really spoilt my day today.'

'I'm sorry to hear that. Please just take everything cool. By tomorrow, I'll be back in Lagos. I promise you I'll do something about it.'

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Thank you, sister. God bless.

For two days, Femi did not hear from Sade. He decided not to call her for now. It seemed she had raised some dusts which needed to settle.
That Saturday night, he was playing at home with his last child, a two year old boy, in the sitting-room,. The other children were with their mummy in the bedroom. His phone rang and it was Sade calling.

'While didn't you call?' she began in an accusing note..

'Ah, well, I wanted to give you time to regain your composure.'

'What composure? Did I at any time lose my composure?'

'Of course you did the other time.'

'Were you upset about what happened? Are you angry with me?'

'No, I was not upset. Neither was I angry with you. I was only surprised that you could say that.'

'You don' t believe me? You think I was saying nonsense?'

'Phone, daddy, phone,' his little boy interrupted, attempting to take the phone from him.

'Is that your little boy?' she asked over the line.

'Yes, he wants to take the phone.'

She laughed shortly. 'How is he and everybody?'

'We thank God, we're all fine.'

'So, tell me, do you think what I said is nonsense?'

'It's not nonsense, but it's something I can't do anything about.'

'Really?'

'Of course. What can I do about it?'

'Ehn ehn. So you will just leave me in the cold, abi?'

'Sade, why're you talking like this? You know I'm married. There's nothing I can do again.'

She did not say anything for some time.

'Hello, are still there?' he asked.

'Yes, I am.'

'I still believe your marriage will work,' he said encouragingly. 'Keep on praying and believing. Things will ultimately work out.'

She did not say anything.

'Bye for now,' she said finally and disconnected the line.

Femi shook his head and sighed. Now, things were obviously taking a new dimension. Sade was implicitly suggesting that he should give her love. How would that be possible since the two of them were married? The fact that she was experiencing some storms should never be a reason for infidelity. He loved his wife a lot. He had never cheated on her. Above all, God reproved adultery. He must never engage in it. He just had to make Sade understand that engaging in extramarital affairs would only exacerbate the situation.

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'We bless the name of God for the success of the wedding,' he said.

'Yes o. Jesus be praised for ever for his mercies.' She knelt by the bedside to give some praise songs to God for His goodness.

Martin too knelt by her side. Together, they sang some choruses and offered some prayers. Thereafter, she gleefully asked him to unzip her wedding gown. It was tight fitting and she had to wiggle her body to remove it. She removed the dress, leaving the lingerie. Now, she had no inhibition to be naked before him, although she was semi nude.

There was nothing improper about that from this moment on. Actually, this was the first time she would be this near nude in his presence. Throughout their courtship, they had mutually agreed that they would wait until their wedding before sex. They had kept to that. Tonight would be the night for the ultimate in the conjugal.

'You're still in your suit?' she asked, frowning slightly as she observed him.

He was staring at her, obviously fascinated by her half nudity. He smiled. 'What a nice figure you have, my darling. Am I not lucky?'

'Yes you’re very lucky, but don't just stand there staring at me.'

In smiles, he walked up to her and lifted her. Her lips searched his and got glued. They became breathless. He flopped her on the bed.

'I m sorry, we can't do anything further for now. I'm so tired, darling. I'm so tired.'

She was surprised to hear that.

'All the hassles of the wedding have worn me out,' he explained further.

Eneh was quite disappointed, but she tried to smile it off.

'Come. Let me just cuddle and pamper you a bit. Let me do that for now.'

That pacified her, at least a bit. He pulled her to himself with kisses.

'It's alright ....it's alright,' he managed to say.

After a couple of minutes, she calmed down and dabbed her eyes.

'I'm sorry,' she said.

Femi nodded. 'I understand. I'm sorry too. I mean I'm sorry to indirectly be the cause of your distress.'

She picked up her handbag and stood up. 'I'll be on my way.'

'So soon?'

She smiled wryly. 'I think I've given you enought trouble for a day.'

'No, you've not given me any trouble. It's a pleasure to have you here.'

'Thank you, but I've got to go now.'

He did not know what else to say. In the usual manner, he saw her to the elevator and waved to her. When he returned to his office, he felt burdened.


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When Martin was asked to give vote of thanks, he made it as brief as possible. The venue of the wedding reception which was the playing ground of government secondary school, Gboko, was filled to capacity. It was obvious Eneh's family members had a lot of goodwill.

Finally, Martin was getting married to his heartrob. He had been a chronic bachelor but he had patiently waited for this day. He would be free from the teasers and their snide remarks. One of them had sarcastically called him Saint Martin. Well, all that was about to end now.

He looked at his brand new bride who sat by his side. Eneh was unarguably the happiest person there that day. She looked very beautiful in her white, perfectly fitting wedding gown as she smiled from time to time.

A woman came to whisper something to her ear. In turn, she whispered to her husband. He nodded and they stood up. The programme was coming to an end and it was time for them to leave the reception.

They had booked a modest hotel room not far from the venue. That was where they would be having their first night together as a couple.

They were driven to the hotel in a Lexus jeep. He collected the room key and they made straight for their room on the first floor.

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Oh Lord! What an embarrassment! The woman tore her cloth and the top underwear! That was a big embarrassment! Nancy had never been so embarrassed before. That woman must be crazy. Really crazy!

She was on the defensive through out the encounter. She chose to be. For a woman like that, it would be foolish to start an argument or a fight. She actually looked ready for any combat. How aggressive!

But how did the woman trace her to the shopping plaza? How did she come to know about her?

Truly, she was having an affair with Gbade Osho, the city guy with money to throw around. Nancy had been having a sizzling relationship with the man for over six months now, and there had been no problem.

Until now.

She never knew Gbade had an extremely jealous and cantankerous wife. And he never even hinted her.

Ops!

That plump woman was a terrible one. With a woman like that, Nancy reasoned, why would a man not seek desires outside?



Even as she watched Nancy hurriedly drive out of the parking space, Sola was satisfied with herself. Surely she had given the lady the jolt of her life. It was good for her, Sola decided. All these ladies that would not leave married men alone deserved whatever ill treatment they received.

Sola and her personal driver returned to her jeep, parked some few cars away from where Nancy had parked her car.

'That was good for her.' It was a monologue Sola had to make to vindicate her actions. ' Next time, she will say no to him. Useless ashewo woman.'

She hissed as she sat at the back seat of the car.

Turo, the chauffeur, slid to the driver's seat and brought the engine to life. Her had learnt not to interfere in whatever the madam had set out to do.

'Where are we going now, madam?' There was a hint of timidity from the man.

Sola sighed and hissed again. 'Did you see how she looked?'

She was still agitated and was yet to get Nancy's matter from her mind.

'The lady looked like kpanla fish. She's a stupid ashewo. I wish I had completely removed her bra to show the world the useless things she had on her chest.'

Turo did not say anything. What could he say? He engaged the gear and slowly moved the car out of the complex.

'We're going back home.' She had made enough trouble for a day.

Turo nodded. 'Yes, madam.'

Two months after first coming in contact with Sade, Femi and she still maintained contact. Femi took her to his home to meet his family. Sade found them adorable. The love between Femi and his wife was noticeable, and Sade wished she could have a home like theirs. His wife too was pleasant. Nothing suggested that she harbored any mistrust or suspicion for her husband. This was unlike what happened in Sade's home. Despite Bayo's maltreatment of her and the children, he it was who would not want to hear about his wife bringing a male acquaintance home. It was a taboo for Sade to discuss about male colleagues at work or male friends. It would therefore not be possible to introduce Femi to her own home. It was paradoxical that Bayo who was keeping late nights and gallivanting with women would not want any man near his wife. This life!

Sade however preferred visiting him in the office. He had been trying his best to encourage her not to be despondent; that in any situation one was facing, one should never give up. He had even joined her faith in fasting and praying - all directed towards having a homely home.

This afternoon, Sade had left her office earlier than closing time to spend some time with him. She did this from time to time. They sat in his spacious office while he ordered snacks and drinks for her. As usual, she insisted that the only drink she would have was water. As far as she was concerned, sugar must be avoided as much as possible.

While she munched her snacks, he surfed the internet and listened to what she was saying.

'I think I've married the wrong man,' she blurted out. He was surprised by her outburst.

'How could you say that?'

She laughed a mirthless one. 'I said that simply because it is becoming more glaring that I married the wrong person.'

He shook his head. 'I don't think it was a mistake. The Lord has a purpose for everything. It was His will that you should marry who you've married.'

'And it was His will that I should be subjected to this unhappiness? Femi, I don't agree with you.'

He suspended what he was doing on the laptop. It was obvious he had to do a serious work of counseling now.

'Oh, dear. I don't think you have to feel that way. Everything that happens to us is for a purpose. God has His reason for everything.'

She nodded grudgingly. 'I quite agree with you that God has a purpose for everything, but somehow I still have the belief that I shouldn't have
married Bayo.'

He shook his head in sympathy. She was looking at his eyes so intently that he looked away.

'Femi,' she called as if she wanted his full attention. He still looked away, but raised an eyebrow in response.

'You know what I have in mind.'

'Oh, no. I don't,' he protested. 'What do you have in mind?'

She paused for a while. The silence that followed was meaningful.

'You're the man I'm supposed to be married to.' She said it with an air of finality.

Femi completely looked taken aback. 'What?'

'Why're you looking surprised? Were we not intimate years ago?'

'Yes, we were, but what are you saying?'

'I'm saying that you're the cause of my predicament. You made me fall into the wrong hands.'

'But... but, Sade, you're like a sister to me.'

To his shock, she burst into tears. At first, he did not know what to say or do. She must be traumatized by her marital experience to be
acting this way, he felt. Poor Sade. She kept on whimpering and he could not just sit there watching the scene. Truly, he felt sorry for her, but what could he do? She had been his good friend in the university. He had visited her in front of her hall several times and she too had visited him in his room. Fact was everything was platonic. He actually saw her as a sister. Apart from warm hugs and occasional pecks, he had not done anything overtly sensuous with her. And he had not made any conjugal promise either. Why then was she making the grave allegation?

He moved to her to pat her on the shoulder in consoling mode. It was as if she was waiting for this. She clung to him so tightly he was short of breath. Oh, women and sentiment!