Episode 9

I felt nervous as I watched what was going on from the stairwell. Somehow, I felt a little jealousy creep into me even though that I had absolutely no right to be jealous. I checked the girl out, scrutinizing her from where I stood. Unlike me, she was fair in complexion. I could settle in between a little plump or just okay but she was close to being skin. Her backside stood out and it was as if one could place a cup on it and it would remain there for some seconds. she was close to what I would call pretty. She had on a natural hairstyle and had a black mark on her right temple like most people from the Eastern part did. Her eyes were sharp and I read something about her that was a little bit unsettling but I waved the thought aside and concluded that I shouldn’t just judge her before knowing her.

“Obianuju?” The second elder turned to her. “We have done our part according to tradition and now it’s left to you to behave as a good wife. Do not look down at your new husband because he’s way younger than his father. As long as a man can make your waist ache in the bedroom and can also put food on the table, then that’s the perfect definition of a man. You should love and respect him like you did your first husband. Remember that the way to a man’s heart is his stomach so Fred him very well with those delicious food you have been serving your late husband. Anytime you want, he will give you. As you can see, he’s rich. We will send this house address to your parents so that they can know where to find you in case they need to see you. And…” He smiled now. “I hope that by the time we come visiting, you’ll be very heavy with his child. A home is nothing without a child in it… God will bless you both with enough sons to carry on your legacy and-”

Having had enough of the elder’s words, Chris rudely cut in. “Are you people not listening to me? I said that I’m not interested! She’s not my taste! She’s not even educated!”

“My son, Uju has a secondary school certificate. You can sponsor her to the university to suit your taste. See, she’s a very fast learner so I assure you that your problems with her will be minimal.” The first elder said.

“It’s not even about the education alone. I’m simply not interested. What kind of stupid tradition is this?! How can you people force me to marry someone that warmed my father’s bed for two years? I can’t even imagine it.”

“It doesn’t matter…” Stated the third elder. “As long as your father didn’t leave his John-thomas inside of her. Your father was the one who deflowered this girl. I’m sure that she’s still very tight because your father didn’t have enough time to drill the holes very well. In fact, you are lucky that a child hasn’t passed through it yet. Your baby will be the first.” He glanced down at his wristwatch and tapped the end of his walking stick on the floor then said, “Anyway, we have to go now if we are to arrive before midnight at the village. We have to take our leave now. The journey was very stressful.”

“Hold on.” Chris stated and turned. He came up the stairs, walked past me she disappeared above, soon, he returned holding two bundles of money then he thrust one of the bundles towards the first elder who took it and stared at in amazement as Chris explained. “That’s one hundred and fifty thousand naira. That’s for your inconveniences and your transport fare back home.”

“Ha! My son, but this is too much.” The first elder said but quickly shrugged the third elder away who tried to take the money from it. “But all the same, it’s not a good thing for an elder to return a gift, especially money, so may the gods bless you abundantly and replenish your pocket.”

“Amen sir…” Chris said then thrust the second bundle towards the girl who hesitated and gave him a puzzled look before glancing at the elders who were also puzzled. “Take it.” Chris said to her but she didn’t reach for it.

“Stop behaving like a bush girl, take it! The second elder goaded her and she reluctantly took the money from him.

“I’m paying you off. Go back with the elders. That’s a hundred thousand naira. Use it for anything you want. Open a business or anything and get your life back together. I don’t know who you are and why you even agreed to this nonsense in the first place, but get one thing straight, my late father married you, not me, which makes you his widow. I’m setting you free because I’m not going to be a victim of this nonsense tradition. Go back to the village and remarry if you want to, but as for me, I have just found the woman of my dreams.”

“Ahan…” The second elder said in surprise as he exchanged glances with the other two. “Son of Okafor, what do you think you are doing? You can’t pay her off. Our tradition doesn’t allow that. It’s a must that you marry her. The only way this can be nullified is if she refuses to marry you then we will have to perform some sacrifices in the village to appease the gods and set her free since she has no heir for your father which has not fully linked her to your family, but for now, paying her off is like incurring the wrath of the gods.” Then he turned to the girl and ask, “Or Uju, don’t you want to marry him? Don’t you like him?”

She glanced around the sitting room in admiration then returned her eyes to Chris. “I want to sir.” She spoke for the first time and in a shy way. “I like him already.” She smiled shyly with her hands almost covering her face as she turned away and the elders gave some remarks and laughed.

“Then it is settled!” Said the first elder to Chris. “Uju has confessed that she likes you already, what more could you possibly want?”

“I don’t like her.” Chris stated flatly. “I want her gone this instance! Take her back to where you brought her from. I will never marry my father’s widow.”

The third elder cleared his throat then said soberly. “My son, ehn, I appreciate the money that you have given us but what you ask of us is impossible. Since Uju has confessed that she likes you, our hands are tied. We will have to leave her here, may the gods forbid that we take her back to the village with us. I’d advise you let her live with you. As time goes on, who knows? You might come to like her too then you’ll know what your father saw in her. If as time goes on and she changes her mind before conceiving for you and states that she’s no longer interested, then who are we not to set her free? Or is that not so, my fellow elders?” The other elders nodded in affirmative, mumbling some words in igbo language. Then the third elder continued. “Our son, we can no longer debate over this issue anymore, especially if we do not want to miss our bus. We leave your house in peace.”

I saw the second elder moved closer to the girl and took the money from her which he quickly slipped into his pocket. “Let me help you give this to your parents. I’m sure that your mother needs a new wrapper while your father needs to replace his bicycle and get some new farm tools.” He chuckled and flinched his brows at her but she said nothing. I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to give her parents a dime from that money. The selfish old man.

The third elder turned towards the door and the others followed. Chris called after them but they only shook their hands in the air and shook their heads but they didn’t turn. One by one, they walked of the living room and were gone.

Chris turned from the door and stared at the girl for a moment. His eyes ran down her body. She was wearing a black striped blouse and a flowing blue skirt which matched a black pair of slippers. She hugged her bag of clothes to her stomach and lowered her eyes in respect as he scrutinized her again. “What’s that your name again?” He asked.

“Uju, sir!” She curtsied. “Obinanuju!”

Chris heaved a sigh then said, “Look, I know that you are not a child and you know what you want. I have a feeling that this elders forced you on me and I hope that before the week runs out, you’ll change your mind and return to your village but for now, I’ll let you stay in my guest room.”

“Where can I find the kitchen sir?” She asked.

Chris gave a puzzled frown. “Why?

“I came with some soup ingredients from the village.” She answered. “I want to prepare delicious Oha soup for you. That’s how we welcome our husband in my family. I also have bush meat and some periwinkles in my bag here.” She patted her bag. “I’m a very good cook.”

Chris made a face as he glanced at her bag. “Do not worry about that. it won’t be necessary, for now, I’ll show you to your room so that you can freshen up, change your clothes, I’ll get you a body spray and please get rid of whatever bushmeat is inside your bag cuz I can’t stand the smell. When you are done, I’ll take you out so that you can buy some new clothes and get rid of this sweep-africa-clean skirt that you are wearing.

She glanced down at her skirt. “What’s wrong with my skirt, sir?”

Chris gave the skirt another look and shook his head in disapproval. “This is Lagos. You don’t wear such skirts here. You can get it Tangled in a bus when you are about to get down from it. In Lagos, you have to look sharp. Your dressing tells a lot about you and fraudsters can easily figure out that you are a newbie, so you’ll have to change your entire wardrobe if you are to fit in.”

“Alright sir.” She meekly said.

“Come with me.” Chris said and started to lead her towards the stairs as they came up towards me, Chris leaned in and whispered with a remorseful smile. “I’m sorry that you had to witness this, as you can see, my hands are tied and she was just dumped on me like that.”

“You owe me no explanation whatsoever, Chris.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I saw everything and I perfectly understand.”

“Yeah…” I saw him bite a part of his lower lip before he said to me again. “I want you to go with us. I need to get you some clothes too.”

I gave him a surprised look. “You don’t expect me to stay here, do you?”

“Then where will you go to? Back to him? If he doesn’t come looking for you then it means he’s not remorseful yet but if you were to go to your parents, I just might let you.”

“No…” I slowly shook my head. “That’s not a good idea. They never listen to me. They care about him more than they do about me. In their eyes, he can never be wrong and the fault is always mine.”

He nodded and took my hand, then patted the back of it. “I understand but don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He kissed my knuckles and went up the stairs and I saw Uju give us a curious look. As she walked past me, she sized me up and said, “Aunty, good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.” I acknowledged her and she simply walked past me. Soon I followed and saw her go down the hallway to a door at the end and Chris opened it and led her in. I walked into Chris’ bedroom and sat down on the bed and some minutes later, Chris appeared. He squatted in front of me and kissed the tip of my nose. “You’ll have to get into your gown again so that we can go out, I believe that it’s dry by now.”

I nodded. He was about kissing me again when Uju appeared in the open doorway, clad in only a wrapper. “My husband.”

“What!” Chris cringed at the mention of the word and rose to look at her. “Do not call me that.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Call me by my name. My name is Chris.”

“No o…” She shook her head in defiance. “It’s disrespect to call a husband by his name, I’ll have to look for a pet name…” She began to think, looking up at the ceiling with her index finger in her mouth..

“Do not call me any pet names please!” Chris tried to interrupt her.

“Ehen!” Her eyes brightened up and she clicked her fingers “I’ll call you Obim.”

“I don’t want a pet name!” Chris said firmly then asked. “What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be having a bath? And why the hell do you have a wrapper on?”

“We tie wrapper in the village if we want to bath.” She answered.

“No no no no, not in my house! This is the city and you can’t go around tying wrapper while you are fully n@ked under it.”

“Then should I do? Do you want me to take it off?” She began to loosen the wrapper from above her chest.

“No no no!” Chris yelled, sticking his hand out towards her and turning his head away. “There’s a towel in the bathroom. That’s what you use when you want to take a shower. And it’s only to be used inside your room, you can’t walk around the house in it.”

“Okay o…” She said in resignation then glanced around the room. “Ehmmm… I did not see your clothes inside the cupboard.”

“It’s called a wardrobe, not a cupboard. That’s the guest room and my clothes aren’t supposed to be there. They are in here. This is my room.”

She gave a puzzled frown. “Then why did you take me to that empty room? We are husband and wife and I’m supposed to be here. Why is this aunty sitting on our bed?”

Chris glanced down at me then back at her. “Are you okay? Are you by anyway insinuating that we share a bed?!”

“Is that not the normal thing? Or do husband and wife have different rooms in the city?”

Chris placed his hands on his hip, lowered his chin and shook his head in frustration. “Uju, go back to that room, you and I will not share the same bed, get that straight!”

She cast a glare at me. “Who’s this aunty sef?! Look at what she’s wearing. All her laps are showing. Or is she ashawo?! Those girls who stand on the road and follow men to hotels?”

I gasped.

“What!” Chris exclaimed. “That’s it, to your room!” Chris pointed towards the guest room, walked to the door and slammed it shut. We heard her grumbling outside before she finally walked away, fuming.

Chris slowly turned to look at me. “I’m sure that came out wrong! She didn’t mean to say it, she’s just naive. I’m sorry.”

I swallowed hard. “She’s right, Chris. I don’t belong here and I really should leave so that I could give you two some space.”

“No… Please… Stay with me…” He pleaded. “You’ll not leave me in my dilemma now, will you? Just please stay and battle this with me. I’m sure that before the week runs out and when she realises that I have no interest in her, she’ll pack up and leave.”

I sighed then said. “Fine, but one week it is. I’ll have to go see my husband too.”

“And I guess that I’ll try not to stop you.” He reluctantly said.

After thirty minutes, as Chris and I descended the stairs, Obianuju rushed past us and disappeared outside the house. When we reached outside, we found her leaning on the other door opposite the driver’s. Chris and I exchanged glances but said nothing. As Chris unlocked the doors with his remote, she quickly opened it and jumped into the front seat. Before Chris could order her to the back, I held his hand and he held his peace. I sat down at the back and Chris got in next to her and drove out.

When we reached the boutique, Chris instructed the sales girl to attend to Uju, while he went around with me, helping me pick some clothes. Whenever I tried out a hat it sunshade, we would laugh or he would tease me about a certain outfit that I had picked. All the while, I noticed that Obianuju stated close, she kept shooting glares at us and hissed a million times. I realized that whatever Chris liked and selected for me, she quickly instructed the sales rep to select the same design but with a different colour. I tried to ignore her as best as I could but Chris just couldn’t stand her. Chris saw a handbag and told me to choose it, but Uju suddenly brushed between us snatched up the bag and handed it to the sales girl who was carrying everything she had selected.

The story continues tomorrow

Episode 8

The kiss was so intensed that that when he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard. I stared at him in disbelief. I have never been kissed that way before. My eyes travelled down to his shorts and I noticed that a small bulge had formed there. I began to shake my head slowly and lean backward on the bed as he got on his knees on the bed above me. The more he tried to reach his face with mine, the more I created a gap between us till my back touched the bed and I had nowhere else to run to.

“No, no, no, Chris I can’t…” I told him. “I’m married, I just can’t.”

“Shrrr…” He whispered, now lying partially on me as he stared down into my eyes. I could feel his warm er£ction pressed against my thigh and I shuddered. “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“Please don’t because I’m very vulnerable right now…” I said frankly.

“I know…” He answered as he began to draw invisible lines on my shoulder and down my arm and that seemed to give me a tingling feeling between my thighs.

In my mind, I began to pray all the prayers I knew how to in my head. I had never been this aroused not even around my husband and I wondered why being around Chris or a slightest touch from him could cause my cl!toris to respond. I remembered when my mother wanted to have my cl!toris completely removed in a proposed circvmcision. She had claimed that girls whose cl!toris were still intact were bound to be promiscuous and so, cheat on their husbands and maybe she was right after all. I could feel Chris’ breath on my face and my neck and I tried not to meet his eyes.

“What’s the craziest thing you have ever done s£xually?” He asked me in a sultry tone, still drawing lines down my arm.

I swallowed hard. I went through my memory to find out but I had none. All I remember was how my husband selfishly used me to satisfy his own s£xual needs, leaving me high and dry and going to sleep without caring if I was satisfied or not. According to him, s£x was meant to be enjoyed by men alone and not women. s£x was for the purpose of conception for women and that is all there was to it.

I sighed and finally lifted my eyes to meet his. “My craziest fantasies have only lived in my head.”

He stared at me in surprise. “For real?” When I nodded, I saw a sly look in his eyes and slowly, his hand moved from my arm, down the towel towards my crotch. At first I stiffened and I felt his fingers slowly part the lower edges of the towel before slipping them in to touch my thigh and I gasped softly and stared into his eyes.

“You promised you wouldn’t take advantage of me.” I whispered in a feeble manner. My head was screaming that I got up and left that spot but my body was screaming for acceptance.

“I don’t intend to… Especially not in the way you think I will.” He whispered back. I felt his index finger and his middle finger stroke my cl!t in unison and my body responded to the teasing touch. His fingers got bolder and they delved lower to my vulva, like a scissors, they pinched my labia minora and gently tugged at it. By then, I could feel myself moistening up. He did this for some seconds before he parted his fingers thereby parting my labia and then he I felt him slide his middle finger down inside my labia minora while his index finger and ring finger held the two small flesh apart.

I wanted to say no. I began to squirm a bit as his finger slid lower towards my w€t opening. Before I could reach for his have and to take it away from my sacred spot, he slowly unknotted my towel, throwing it open to expose my [email protected] and I felt his warm mouth instantly cover one of my n!poles, I was still trying to recover from the pleasant sensation I felt when almost at the same time, he slid his middle finger inside of me, then changed the position of his hand so that while he slowly fingered me, his thumb also rubbed my cl!t.

It was like three pleasures at once. I let out a m0an against my wish. I was going crazy. What was this feeling? What was happening to my body? It was as if his touch sent vibrations all over my body and to tingled parts that I never knew could be tingled. I closed my eyes as he continued to suck my n!pole, roll it in his mouth, give it soft bites then flicked with his tongue. And down there, his thumb continued to work wonders on my cl!t while his middle finger moved in and out of me in a rhythmic way.

Just when I thought that that was all there was to it, he detached his lips from my n!poles, pulled his finger out of me and slowly slid down my body with his lips trailing kiss from my cleavage to my navel and then to my pubic where I had a little growth of hair. His eyes never left my curious ones as he slowly stuck out his tongue and flicked my cl!toris with the tip. I flinched. Suddenly, he buried his mouth on the spot and sucked on the sensitive bud and I began to squirm and m0an. He wrapped his arms around each of my thighs and drew me down to meet his mouth so that I couldn’t escape from the torture of his pleasuring tongue. This was all strange and at the same time exciting. I never knew that a day would come when a man would go down on me, especially without my asking him to.

My husband had never even attempted to bring his face close to my pvssy. He did that to other girls but never to me. All he revelled in was shoving his cock to the back of my throat and washing me gag on it for some seconds. I was still in thought when Chris’ tongue swept up across my vulva and my fingers sunk into the bedsheet. He licked and sucked me like an expert to the extent that it felt so good and I wanted this moment to never end. I felt like a lot of burden had been taking off my shoulders and I was as light as a feather. I felt free and more open. He sucked and licked every nook and cranny of my pvssy that sometimes, I would clamp my thighs shut against his head. As he licked me up, he let go of my thighs and I felt his middle finger slid into me again. While he sucked me, he curved his finger upward inside of me and began to slightly flick my center of gravity.

The pleasure grew intensed. It was as if whatever he was doing to me simultaneously began to shake sparks of pleasure into different parts of my body. I felt something strange but wonderful slowly building inside my body. It grew and grew and before I knew it, it climaxed and I was literally m0aning out loud in pleasure as orgasm took over my entire body. I began to writhe in ecstasy. The orgasm was mind blowing and it felt like I had been shot out of planet Earth and back. I didn’t want it to stop but much to my dismay, it slowly died down but the feeling lingered, leaving my cl!t swollen and very sensitive to touch. I heaved a sigh as I stared up at the ceiling in amazement, wondering where Chris had been all my life.

He crawled up my body and placed a kiss on my forehead and somehow I felt love. Then he lowered himself and placed the side of his head on my cleavage. My heart was pounding as I tried to recover from my orgasm but he lay there quietly on my chest and began to slowly flick one of my n!poles with his finger. I noticed that he was still hard because I could feel it on my lap and somehow, I felt guilty. He had just pleasured me but had gotten nothing in return which was unfair.

As a short silence ensued between us, I finally broke it by blurting. “I don’t mind doing the same to you, you know? I think I owe you that for giving me my first orgasm.”

I felt him smile, because his cheeks moved on my chest and he simply replied without looking up at me or taking his eyes off the n!pole he was playing with. “Yeah, but in as much as I will love to watch you wrap your beautiful lips around my d!ck, I’ll pass.”

“Why?” I was both puzzled and curious now. “You don’t find me attractive enough?”

He clicked his tongue. “I wouldn’t devour your pvssy that way if I didn’t. I practically just ravished you and I bet you might be a bit sore now.”

“Then why?” I pressed.

“Tell you what, I’m actually imagining something nasty about you right now.” He said and I could feel the hot air coming out of his nostrils hit the side of my lips

“Care to share?” I asked inquisitively.

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I actually just wanna lie on my back with my fingers entwined under my head while I watch you slide your warm pvssy down my hard king.”

He smiled. “You like the cowgirl then.” I said wryly.

“I like things the other way around. I could probably injure you if I were to oblige my thoughts right now because I’m damn starved and super anxious to bury myself deep inside of you.

His mere words began to arouse me once again. “Why are you holding back?” I found myself asking.

He lifted his head up then placing his chin lightly between my [email protected], he stared into my eyes and sincerely answered. “Cuz you are still married. You belong to another man, Victoria.”

My brow creased in confusion. “But you just went down on me. You have seen me, touched me and tasted me. What could be any worse than that?”

“In as much as s£x is now cheap and easy to get, it’s still sacred, Victoria. Yes, I have seen, touched and tasted you but I have not mixed my soul with yours. That’s what s£x does. I can’t possibly defy another man’s wife. You have to decide what you want and who you want to be with.”

I started to grow tensed now. I lifted my head off the bed and asked. “Are you in any way asking me to divorce my husband so I can be with you?”

“No, I haven’t said that… At least not yet. But you are an adult and you should know what’s good for you. Would you rather spend the rest of your life living in a loveless marriage?”

“You don’t know anything about my marriage!” I defended, breathing hard in anger, now propped on my elbows which made him take his chin off my chest.

“I might not, but I have seen enough to know that you do not love him too. I don’t know why you are in it though. Is it because he’s rich?”

I looked away and said nothing.

He continued. “Look Victoria, I’m never going to force you to do whatever you do not want to. The decision of either choosing to remain in or Leave that marriage is totally up to you and I’m not going to impose any decision on you. If you wanna be happy, do the right thing, if you wanna keep wallowing in sorrow and pain, you are not too far away from it already.

I opened my mouth to speak when we heard a noise outside. It was like a ruckus and he got up and moved to the window where he could see the gate. I got up, quickly slipped into the t-shirt and then my tight which I had worn under my dress to the club. I joined him at the window and we could see the gate man arguing with some elderly men in red caps and igbo native attires and they had a lady with them.

“Shit!” I heard him mutter under his breath and I turned to give him an inquiringly look.

“What is it?” I asked.

“The least people I expect.” He answered and then called out loud to the gate man. “Effiong! Effiong!”

“Oga!” The gateman replied aloud, turning towards the window but still barricading the partially open gate with his body as if trying to make sure no one came through it.

“What’s going on out there?” Chris asked.

“Oga, na all these old men o! Dem say dem be your papa brothers and elders of your village. I tell them say I no know them and you no dey expect any one from village, dem no wan gree and they wan just enter by force!” (Boss, it’s some old men! They claim that they are your uncles and elders from your village. I told them that you are not expecting anyone from the village but they want to force their way in!)

Chris sighed then replied. “Let them in!”

“You say, oga?” The gateman said in surprise as if he hadn’t heard Chris right the first time.

“I said let them in!” Chris repeated then moved away from the window and walked out of the room without another word to me. Curious to know what was going on, I followed him and we descended the stairs just in time to find three elderly women and the lady who was carrying a bag walk into the living room.

“Ha! There he is!” The first elder exclaimed. “That’s our son!” He pointed his walking stick up at Chris who was still descending the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

The other elders were busy looking around and admiring the sitting room and their village scent instantly permeated the air in the sitting room. I remained on the stairs to watch what was going to happen while Chris walked towards them.

“My elders, I greet you but why the surprised visit? How did you find where I live?”

“Your aunt gave us your house address in Lagos, so we decided to come here and do the needful.” The first elder replied.

“I hope everything is okay?” Chris asked.

“Ehn…” The first elder reached behind him, wrapped a hand around the lady’s upper arm and pulled her forward to his side. “We have brought your wife.”

Chris scrutinized the lady for a moment and asked, “Isn’t she my late father’s wife?” He asked. “Why did you bring her here? Why can’t you just let her return to her family?”

“Chris…” A second elder stepped forward to explain. “You know your father married her just a few months before he unfortunately passed away.”

“And I was against his decision to do so.”

“Well, Uju here is still young, she’s just twenty four and so young a widow she is.” The second elder explained.

“And what has that got to do with me?” Chris asked tersely.

“It’s our tradition that the first son must take after his father by marrying his youngest widow if she’s still below thirty and we the elders have dutifully brought Obinanuju here to Lagos to you. Fortunately, she never conceived for your father, I think your father was too hold to fire that spot very well. Well, since your father is dead, you are to marry her. Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay any brideprice. Your father’s bride price have already covered it all. All you have to do is let her live here with you so that she will not be lonely in the village and all these young jobless youths that we have there will not tempt her into offending the gods.” He chuckled and asked the other elders. “Or is it not so?”

“It’s so.” They agreed and laughed too.

“I don’t know what you old men are up to but if this is a joke, it had better stop. Take this girl back to the village or better still, one of you can marry her.” Chris spat.

“Taaaa!” The third elder exclaimed.

“Abormination!” The second elder clicked his fingers in the air.

“Alu!” The first elder squeezed his shoulders. “Chris, if we lie with your father’s wife, Amadioha will strike us with a terrible diseases. The knacking is solely for you alone. Uju is a beautiful girl, see her backyard, it’s enough to make any man’s eyes pop out. She’s your possession and we have brought her to you to keep. You can knack her anytime you want… Help your father continue where he stopped.”

Chris frowned. “Are you people not listening to me? I said that I’m not interested. I don’t want a wife, and definitely not the one my father has laid with!”

I saw the elders rivet their gaces to me now. “And who’s that one on the stairs there?” The third elder pointed his walking stick at me. “We didn’t know that you are married…” Then he turned to the other elders and ask. “Or did any of you accompany him with a keg of palm wine or some kolanuts to her family house?”

“No, not at all…” They chorused, shaking their heads and I caught the first elder ogling my exposed thighs where the t-shirt stopped.

“Leave her out of this, she’s my guest!” Chris said to the elders.

Episode 7

I woke up the next morning feeling so groggy. I blinked several times to erase the blurriness of my vision and when it finally cleared, I looked around and noticed that I was in a strange place. At first I was confused. I almost jolted out of bed but the pain in my ribs quickly stopped that. I grimaced in pain and placed my hand on my hurting ribs. I swallowed hard and simply looked around. I noticed that I was in a beautiful room which had the touch of manliness in it. I stared down at myself and realized that I was in a clean oversized shirt and I gasped. Where were my clothes and who had taken them off?! I was trying to recollect what happened the previous night when I heard footsteps.

The door handle turned and the door opened. When I saw him, my eyes narrowed in disbelief. He was wearing no shirt and only had a pair of shorts on. Protectively pulling the duvet up to my chest, I asked

“Did we have s£x?”

He scoffed. “God, no! Even though I wanted to, definitely not with a bruised rib.”

I sighed, visibly relaxing. “Thank God!” I breathed and began to scan the room for my clothes. “Where are my clothes?”

“Um… I washed them… They are actually on the line drying.” He answered.

My eyes fell on the wall clock and I realized that it was past 9 in the morning. I panicked now. “Jeez! I have to get going now! My husband must be very worried about me now!” I started to slowly scoot to the edge of the bed.

He stopped me. “No, no, no!” He shook a finger at me. “You are not going back to that monster!”

“He is my husband!”


“Oh, please spare me that crap! Do you think the meaning of a husband lies in the title alone?! This man is going to kill you! Just look at yourself, you are a total mess! Have you even checked your ribs, you are badly bruised! What kind of a man hits a woman that way or even raises his hand at her at all?!”

“It’s not his fault. I was stubborn. I brought it all upon myself, Chris. If I hadn’t dragged him out of that car, he wouldn’t have hit me, I’m sure that he didn’t mean to.” I defended him.

“Oh, so you’d rather watch him screw another woman?! Gosh! What has the world done to you?! You are so susceptible!”

“You can say all you want but my marriage is for better for worse!” I retorted.

“I’m not letting you out of here until you break out of whatever spell your husband has you under! When will you realize that this guy doesn’t love, respect nor deserve you?! I’m not letting you go back to him just like that and I’m prepared to lock you in here if it requires that!”

“You wouldn’t keep me against my wish! That’s tantamount to kidnapping!”

“Say all you want but forgive my saying this, you are the most vulnerable woman I have ever come across! You have been treated so badly that you don’t even know your worth anymore!”

I frowned at his stinging words then I felt tears swelling at the back of my eyes again. They pooled at the bottom of my lids and spilled down my cheeks. He stared at me then heaved a sigh. Approaching me on the bed, he squatted in front of me and took my hand in his. “Hey, I never meant for you to cry…” He said softly. “I just don’t like the fact that you still haven’t realised that you are in a bondage in disguise of a marriage. I don’t wanna know how you met the d!ckhead, what I’m really concerned about is setting you free. You are so weak that you have just chosen to relax and accept whatever life throws at you. It doesn’t have to be this way. Not for you or anybody. Everyone deserves a good chance at life and you are denying yourself just that.”

I gently pulled my hand from his and he let it go. “You hungry?” He asked. “You must be hungry!” He concluded then straightened up. “I prepared breakfast. Can you get out of bed?” He asked.

I swallowed hard and slowly nodded. He took my hands again and gently helped me to my feet. I stood for a moment, gritting my teeth and trying to deal with the intense pain coming from my bruised ribs. Slowly, he helped me walk out of the room and down a flight of stairs.

“I don’t remember going up these stairs.” I told him.

He smiled, “I had to carry you. You were fast asleep.” He answered.

He led me past the sitting room to the dining room where he pulled out a chair and helped me sit before he sat down at the head of the dining table, very close to me. There were several balls of hot pancakes and two bowls of already-made pap, not to mention the two tins of peak mill set by each bowl.

“Did you go out to buy bean cakes?” I asked as my mouth watered at the sight of the food and that was when I realized that I was indeed very hungry.

“No, I made them myself.” He answered then glanced at me as he punched two holes each into the tins of milk and began to pour the milk on my pap. “Surprised?”


I smiled shyly for the very first time that morning. “Most men do not cook.”

“Well, I guess I’m part of the minority who sure knows how to cook.”

I took a spoonful of pap and milk and brought it to my lips and he quickly warned. “Careful, it’s hot.”

I nodded, blew some air into the spoon of pap before I put it into my mouth. As we ate, I noticed that he kept glancing at me. When we were done with breakfast, I attempted to clear the table but he refused, packed up the dishes and walked to the kitchen. Somehow, I decided to tag along but he made sure that I sat down on a kitchen stool so that I wouldn’t strain my injured side. As he busied himself with the dishes at the sink, I decided to ask him some questions about himself.

“Since you know so much about me already, do you mind telling me a little about yourself?”

He glanced over his shoulder at me. “What do you wanna know?”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m an architect.” He replied, “And I also run a spa on the island.”

“I see…” I slowly nodded. “So you live in this big house all by yourself?”

“Yes…”

“Why aren’t you married yet?”

“Married?” He scoffed. “Just haven’t found the right one.”

“Any girlfriend?”

“Broke up.”

“Why?”


“Some stupid tradition which says the oldest daughters must get married first before the younger ones. I went to see her folks but they said that I would have to marry her elder sister who’s already thirty-eight years of age.”

“And that made you quit?”

He paused to give me a look. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah, I mean, you could have just done a court wedding or something.”

“I am not going to marry into a family where I’m not wanted. I can’t do what they ask of me, I’m no Jacob who married Leah when who he wanted all along was Rachael. I’m not going to let anyone play a fast one on me.”

“So you guys broke up?”

“Well, she is married now… She met up with some dude whom she talked into impregnating her and her family had no other choice than to just marry her off to the dude. The little problem I have down at the village after my Father’s death also contributed to her hasty decision but let’s leave that. That’s a story for another day.”

“Well, you should have done just that… I mean impregnated her if it would have made you have your way easily.” I teased.

“There’s no way I’m going to stop so low. I ain’t getting any child out of wedlock.” He stated firmly and by this time he was done washing and rinsing the dishes and he set them in the rack and the utensils where they also belonged then he joined me, pulled a stool and sat opposite me, leaning his elbows on the counter. “You know that I’m yet to know your name, right? I’m tired of calling you hey.”

I smiled. “It’s Victoria.”

“Perfect. My mum’s namesake.” He grinned. “But she’s late.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I said.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. She died years back when I was in secondary school…” A short silence passed between us and he slowly lifted his hand and reached out to gently caressed my bruised left eye with his thumb. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really, it’s just numb. Feels heavy.” I answered and slowly drew my head back out of his reach. The way he was treating me like I had never been treated before by a man was slowly getting to me and I knew I was bound to fall for him soon if I wasn’t careful. “I should go take a bath.” I said, cooking up an excuse to stay away from him. I needed some alone time to clear my head before I did something foolish like kissing him. I needed to remember that I was married and shouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize my marriage.

“You can use the bathroom in my room.” He said as I got off the stool. “Need some help?”

“No…” I blinked. “I can very much take care of myself.”

“You can grab a shirt in my closet if you need to change into something new.” He told me and I simply nodded and walked out of the kitchen even though I could feel his eyes boring into my back.

As I took a shower, I thought of him. He occupied my mind all through and as the water gushed out of the shower head and cascaded down my body, I imagined that it was his hands slowly caressing my body and I felt my n!poles growing hard just from the thought of it. Shame suddenly engulfed me and I began to cast out the devil who was implanting such thoughts in my mind. I was married and it was inappropriate for me to be daydreaming about any other man besides my husband.

“It’s okay to daydream you know?”

I was suddenly startled by his voice and I turned to find him sitting on the bathtub. Although the glass walls of the shower had grown foggy from the warm water I was bathing with but I felt totally n@ked. I quickly squeezed my thighs together and wrapped my arms around my body to conceal my bre@sts from him. “What are you doing here?” I asked him through the glass.

He had his head down and was not staring at me. “Forgive me, I just found myself being drawn to the bathroom and I couldn’t resist the urge.”

I turned off the shower and eyed the towel I had hung on the rung outside the shower, he seemed to have read my mind and he simply rose, grabbed the towel, opened the shower glass door and thrust it towards me with his head still hung down. I carefully collected the towel from him, making sure that our fingers didn’t meet. Quickly wrapping the towel around my body, I stepped out of the shower and asked, a little bit annoyed.

“Do you invade the privacy of every female guest you have?”

“No, just you.” He answered and I could tell that he was being sincere.



“How do you feel now?” He asked.

“Refreshed.” I answered and started for the bedroom and he followed. I found a big t-shirt spread neat on the bed with the bold writing on it: HE IS MINE. “What’s this?

“A t-shirt.” He answered. He had his hands in his shorts’ pockets now as he watched me.

“I know what it is quite alright, I meant why this t-shirt and whose is it?”

“My ex… Don’t worry, she never even got the chance to see it. We broke up before I could give it to her.”

I stared at the t-shirt for a moment, contemplating whether to wear it or not. “The words on it are inappropriate.” I complained.

“Yet harmless.” He countered.

I sighed then said, “Fine, could you are least give me some privacy?”

“Sure.” He turned to leave when I said:

“And please, put on a shirt please.”

He paused and partially turned to look at me, “Do I intimidate you?”

“No… Not really…” I stuttered. “You are all ripped and-” I trailed off. I wanted to say “hot” but I kept mum.

“I get it.” He said in understanding and walked to the closet. He soon emerged, dressed in a almost body-hugging red t-shirt. “Better now?” He asked.

“Yeah, sort of…” I said and he walked out of the room. Immediately he was gone, I heaved a sigh and sat down on the foot of the bed then I ran my hand over the printed letters of the shirt as I thought of what next step to take concerning my husband. Should I go to my parents and beg them to follow me down to my house to help apologize to Daniel on my behalf? Or should I go to my sister-in-law and hope that she could help settle things between us.

I was still thinking of a way forward to get out of my mess when the door suddenly opened and Chris appeared. Before I could finish asking what was wrong, he crossed the room in long strides, bent down, grabbed my face in both hands and suddenly merged his lips with mine and my words seized in my throat. I was stunned.

To Be Continued…

Episode 6

I was helpless and I didn’t know what to do. Daniel had kicked me out of the car and I had left my purse behind. No cellphone, no ATM cards, nothing, I was in despair. I waited on the side of the road, hoping that a car would soon come my way and perhaps a good Samaritan would help me get home and rescue me from this dangerous dilemma that I was in. Soon enough, my wish came true and a pair of bright headlights appeared. I moved to the road she began to wave my arm in order to flag it down. Luckily, the driver slowed to a stop and I rushed to the other window to talk to him.

“Good evening… Please can you-”

He didn’t even let me finish before he interrupted. “This one don pass evening o. You no dey see time? Na 12:56 a.m. o.” (It’s past evening already. Don’t you know the time? It’s 12:56 a.m.)

I nodded. “I apologize but please I’m really stranded here and I need your help to get hom-”

He suddenly cut me off again and this time he shook his head and laughed hard. “Na wa o. Wonders shall never end! See ashawo wey dey speak English. My friend, forget that nonsense foné, your business na to fvck, just tell me how much, I dey in the mood!” (Wonders shall never end! Imagine a prostitute speaking good English. My friend, forget about that nonsense accent, your business is to have s£x, just tell me how much you charge, I’m in the mood!)

I was taken aback by his statement then looked down at my outfit before I said in an offended tone. “I’m not a prostitute.”

“Abeg make I hear word!” (C’mon, stop that pretense!) He dismissively waved his hand towards me. “No be all your [email protected] full outside so? See all your lap sef! In fact, the blood wey dey your nose and the way wey your left eye don red, e be likes if you been thief person money, dem come beat you throw-way you for here.” (Aren’t those your [email protected] that are exposed? Even your laps too. In fact, the blood around your nose and the way your left eye is blackened shows that you probably stole from your customer and he beat you up and dumped you on the road.) He accused.

“I’m not a thief and neither am I a prostitute!” I yelled in frustration.

“Oh! Na me you dey raise voice for? I no blame you, sebi na because I still dey here dey follow you yan…” (Oh? Am I the one you are raising your voice at? I don’t blame you, I blame myself for staying around to talk to you.) He turned on the ignition. “Your father!” He said menacingly and drove away angrily.

As soon as he left and I straightened up, a strong waft of breeze hit my face, blowing my hair backwards and I cringed when I saw lightening brighten the clouds in the distance. That sign was soon followed by a distant rumble and I knew that it was going to rain soon. I waited, anxiously waiting for another car to come along. After waiting for like ten minutes and trying to prevent the strong wind from blowing dust into my eyes and mouth, another car slowly crawled to a stop beside me and the window whirred down slowly to reveal a fat man with a paunch.

“Hello baby!” He called out and I could immediately tell that he was from the Eastern part of Nigeria.

“Hello sir.” I said to avoid saying good evening when it was already part one a.m.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here at this time of the night?” He asked and I could see his eyes ogling my body.

“Sir, I was robbed.” I lied in order to gain his sympathy.

“Robbed?” He raised his voice in surprise. “Oh, this country! I’m very sorry about that my dear. I think it’s about to rain, what do you say that you follow me to my guest house to recover from your trauma.”

“Guest house? Sir, I’m actually going towards Dauda lane.”

“It doesn’t matter where you are going to. What actually matters is that you leave this place. This place is not safe at all. You are a beautiful girl and anything can happen to you. Hop in baby girl. Hop in and let me help you out of this situation.”

I hesitated. “But sir, I’m a married woman.” I lifted the back of my hand to show him my ring.

He frowned then suddenly smiled again then assured me. “Well, it doesn’t matter. You are not a child, you should know that being married shouldn’t stop one from enjoying oneself. I am married myself. We can just help each other out, you know? This weather is called a weather for two my dear.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry sir but I can’t do such thing.”

His smile slowly faded. “You would rather be stranded here?” When I said nothing, he shrugged and turned the key in the ignition. “No problem, suit yourself, God knows that I tried to be helpful.” He said and zoomed off.

Three minutes later, the first drops of rain poured from the sky and it came with a cold breeze. Goosebumps spread on my skin and I wrapped my arms around myself, I was shivering. I glanced down both sides of the road and realized that it was totally dark. There were no cars in sight. In despair, I took off my shoes and began to walk. I didn’t know how I intended to do it but I had made up my mind to walk home. The rain poured heavily now and in seconds I was completely drenched. My lower lip trembled and I regretted wearing this crap I called a dress. It barely covered my body and I had no bra on because of it was an alter-neck style. My feet soon got muddy and my w€t hair flattened against my head and face. I was a total mess. I was still trying to walk home when a pair of headlights appeared from around the bend. I didn’t even turn to look at it. All I knew was that if it were a man, he would simply want to sleep with me like the other two.

I noticed that the car did not try to zoom by but instead, it slowed down behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at the car but I was blinded from seeing the driver because of the bright headlights. I didn’t know why he was slowing down but if it was to talk to me, o have had enough of perverts for one night so I continued walking. The car honked but I ignored it. It honked twice but I wouldn’t stop nor look back. The car slowly moved along side the road till it reached me and I heard the window wind down halfway.

“Hey!” The driver called but I ignored him. “Hey!” He called louder.

“Please just go on your way and leave me alone!” I snapped without looking at him. “I’m not a prostitute!”

I heard him chuckle and he said next, “What the hell are you doing here at this time of the night? I thought you left the club almost an hour ago.”

Just then, I knew that whoever this driver was, knew me. I turned to squint at him and that was when I recognized you. “You. Chris right?” I continued walking and he still followed alongside with his car.

He smiled. “I’m glad you still remember my name.”

“Yeah, right…” I rolled my eyes.

“You know it’s pouring heavily right?” He said.

“Isn’t it obvious enough?” I gestured at my drenched body.

“Why are you here? Did your car break down or something? Where’s your husband?” He asked.

“Too many questions.” I mumbled.

“I’m just really surprised to see you here all by yourself and at this time.”

“Thanks for the concern.”

“Are you stranded?” He asked.

I swallowed hard. “No.”

“Then why are you walking?”

“I just want to do a little exercise.” I lied.

“And what kind of exercise is done in the middle of the night, on a dangerous road and in the rain?” He quizzixlcally asked.

“My kind.” I answered.

He simply shook his head and said, “it’s high time you get out of the rain or you are going to catch a cold.”

“I’m very much fine, thank you.”

“Your being stubborn is at your detriment. I insist.” He said.

“Please, you are the very reason why my husband ditched me right in the middle of nowhere.” I told him now, my shoulders sagging.

“No, I’m not. Simply agree that you married douchebag who treats you like crap!” He said. “Get in the car.

When I refused and continued to walk, he stopped the car, got down in the rain and hurried to me. “C’mon, stop being so hard-headed, just get in the car already.” He pressed.

“No, my husband would only get more angry if he sees me with you. He already accused me of having an affair.” I mused.

“And you feel this way all because an asshole whom you caught screwing a LovePeddler in car falsely accused you? From the look of things, it’s not the first time you have caught him cheating.”

“It doesn’t matter. This is what the society accepts. It’s born in every man to cheat.”

“Pardon me but I’m going to have to tell you to shut the fvck up! It’s not an inbuilt trait! Words like these are the very reason men think they have the right to cheat and it’s appalling that even women have surrendered and accepted that bullshit! Cheating is a choice, goddamnit!”

I simply sighed and asked, “Does it matter? This is a patriarchal world anyway where men are allowed to get away with a lot of things and women are at the receiving end.”

“I know right… Well, we are not going to debate over that standing in the rain, let’s just get you in the car first.”

“I don’t want to worsen my situation, Chris. I don’t want you to be the one my husband sees when he opens the gate, it will only justify his accusation.”

“So you are just going to punish yourself in order to please that idiot of a husband who dumped you here despite knowing how dangerous this road is?”

“Please Chris, enough of the name-calling, the man you are insulting is still my husband.” I said sternly.

“Well, get in the car. If you think I’m going to leave you here, think again.” He wouldn’t give up easily.

I paused now to ask. “What’s is to you? Why do you want to help me so bad? What do you want from me?”

He hesitated then shrugged. “I don’t know… I really have no idea.”

“Well, I think it’s high time you stopped hitting on me. You and I, can never happen. I AM MARRIED!”

“I get that fact but I would have cared all the same if it were to be some other stranded lady, so please, let’s get this over with. Let me take you home.”

“No!” I remained adamant.

“Don’t make me use force.” He said.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I uttered.

“Fine, that’s it!” He stated. “You had your chance!” Before I could say anything, he suddenly bent and scooped me up into his arms. I protested and asked me to set me down but he refused and simply carried me to the car where he set me down in the seat next to the driver’s then he hurried back in the rain to grabbed my shoes which I had accidentally dropped before he came around and joined me in the car. He automatically wound up the windows and when he noticed that I was still shivering, he took off his t-shirt and gave it to me and reluctantly I slipped it on and it made me a bit warm even though it was partially.

As he drove off, he glanced at me and shook his head when he saw my mascara running down my face. “You look a mess.” He noticed the dried blood in my nostril and also the black patch which was beginning to form around my left eye where Daniel had hit me. “He did that to you, didn’t he?”

I simply lowered my head but said nothing. Soon, I told him the name of my street and he drove me to the gate of my house. The rain had already reduced to a drizzle. I got down the car and thanked him profusely then walked towards the gate. He nodded and slowly drove away. I was all alone now and I could hear our neighbour’s guard dog, barking. I knocked on the gate and waited. When nothing happened, I knocked yet again and I could hear movements on the other side and then a flashlight came on.

“Na who be that?!” The gateman yelled.

“Musa!” I called out. “Na me.”

He recognized my voice immediately. “Oh! Madam?!” He quickly opened the gate. “Na you? I be dey wonder why you no follow Oga come back.” He moved out of the way and I hurried in.

As I walked to the door, my husband who must have heard us, came out to the porch. I tentatively approached him now, totally forgetting that I was still in Chris’ shirt. “What are you doing here?” He asked me as he leaned on his elbows on the railings.

I paused. “Please Daniel, I don’t have the time for any drama tonight. I’m very tired.” I started for the main door but he suddenly grabbed my arm and shoved me back and I staggered but quickly regained my stamina.

“Go back and sleep in your boyfriend’s house.” He spat.

“Daniel, I’ve told you that I’m not cheating on you! Just let me be please!” I said wearily.

He advanced towards me. “If you don’t leave my house now, you’ll die today!” He threatened.

I knew that it was not the first time he was saying such to me so I ignored him and attempted to go around him to the main door but he suddenly grabbed me by my hair and punched me in the ribs. I cried out in pain and double over on the ground.

“Do you think I’m joking?! I’m going to kill you, bury you and nobody will do a thing to me!” He suddenly grabbed me by the back of Chris’ shirt, roughly dragged me to the gate as he yelled at the gate man to open it then he pushed me out. I fell and bruised my knees but I was still unable to straighten up because of the pain in my ribs. I crawled to the gate, crying and begging him to open it but I heard him yell,

“Musa! Do not let that slut in! If you let her come in here, you’ll follow her out! I’ll fire you!”

Half-sprawled on the w€t ground, I leaned my shoulder against the gate, weakly banging on the lower part, calling out to my husband and pleading with him to let me in.

“Madam, no vex…” I heard Musa say from the other side once my husband and returned inside the house.

My ribs were hurting like hell and any slight movement worsened the pain. Just then the taillights of a car parked two houses away came on and the car reversed to my gate. I recognized the car at once. It was Chris and he hadn’t left like I had thought. He got down the car, walked around the back and came to me. He squatted on his toes before me and pursed his lips as he stared at me for a moment.

“Damn, you are in one fvcked up marriage.” He finally said.

I could not reply him, tears just kept spilling from my eyes. Then I saw him look up at the gate. “If I had the chance, I’d give your husband a serious beating. No good man treats a woman this way! Who lives his wife stranded on the road and then kicks her out of the house into the street in the middle of the night? I don’t know why the hell you are putting up with this shitty marriage but you had better get a divorce!” He stated angrily and then carried me again in his arms. When I winced in pain, he handled me more gently. He carried me to the car and gently placed me in the back seat then he got into the car and drove away. I had no idea where he was taking me to but somehow, I trusted this stranger whom I hadn’t even told my name. Slowly, I fell asleep, hoping the pain would go away.

Story continues this evening

Episode 5

As soon as he reached me, he simply sat on the very spot my husband had been on earlier and I began to fidget. I was so nervous that swear broke out on my forehead. A minute passed and he said nothing to me. More minutes ticked away and yet nothing then I began to grow angry for no reason. If he was not going to talk to me then why had he come here to sit with me? Why hadn’t he just remained at the bar instead of coming here to play dumb or had he only changed location so he could have a very good view of the people dancing on the dance floor. My nervousness slowly grew into displeasure and I felt like getting up and walking away but I only remained put because I was scared what Daniel would do to me if he returned and couldn’t find me where he had left me.

Ten good minutes passed and all he did, was sipped his stupid beer. I soon relaxed and angrily leaned back against the backrest. I decided that he wouldn’t be the only one enjoying a drink so I reached for my glass of wine and took a sip while stealing glances at him from the corner of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was pissed at a total stranger whom I had never met before, I just felt that there were a lot in the way he had stared at me from across the room and instead of doing what I had thought he would, he had only come to keep my husband’s part of the couch warm. I erased the stranger from my mind and focused on what was going on around me and soon and I felt pressed. Leaving my glass of wine there, I rose up and walked to the ladies to take a leak. As I walked to one of the stalls and opened the door, I stopped short as the occupants stared at me too with a not-too-surprised looks on their faces. It was Daniel and the girl he had been dancing with before they had both disappeared and now he had his pants pushed down to his ankles while the girl only pulled up her gown with her thong pulled to the side. My husband was busy hammering her from behind while she supported herself with her hands placed on the wall and one lifted leg dangling from my husband’s hand.

“What are you doing here?” Daniel angrily asked. “Didn’t I tell you not to move from that spot?”

“I’m pressed.”

“Indeed.” He stated and continued to thrust in and out of the girl as he spoke to me. He pummeled her so fast that a gush of liquid escaped from her and splattered all over the floor and her shoes and I knew that she had just squirted.

Sensing that I was still there, my husband turned an angry eye on me. “You are still here? Will you get out, close this door and go back to where I left you?!” He snapped at me and simply let the door close then backed away, although I could still hear the sound of flesh against flesh as he fvcked her harder but I tried to tune out the sound of it from my head as I began to hum the lyrics of the song in the club in my head and pretended that I had saw nothing.

I entered two stalls away from the one my husband was in and quickly relieved myself and after flushing, I stepped out to wash my hands in the sink and I could hear the lady m0aning out loud as my husband pounded her harder and faster and I could hear him telling her that he was also interested in having s£x with one of her friends and that he would pay any amount that they wanted him to. Composing myself, I returned to the club. I paused when I discovered that the stranger was still seated on the couch and this time he was busy tapping away at his phone with an ankle on his other knee and his arm stretched out along the head of the backrest. I angrily walked to the couch and sat down and noticed an artificial rose flower lying next to my glass of wine. Wondering who has placed it there, I glanced around but no one seemed to be paying me any attention. I was almost tempted to ask the stranger who had left the rose flower there but I changed my mind. Ignoring the flower, I simply went for my glass of drink, as I brought the cup to my lips for a drink, the stranger finally spoke without taking his eyes off the screen of his phone:

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”

I paused then pulled the cup away. “Excuse me?” I said.

He finally lifted his head to look at me and I could see a sly smile in his eyes. “Rule number one, never leave your drink unattended in a public place, especially in a club.” He said to me.

I skeptically stared at my drink then lifted the glass to look through its transparent body at the bottom. I saw absolutely nothing and I wondered if he had only said that to strike a conversation with me. Well, if that was the case, I had long lost interest, so he could as well just shut up and mind his business.

“Look no further, it’s long dissolved.” He told me as if he had just read my mind.

I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

“Some dude slipped something in your drink while you were away.”

“Really?” I scoffed in doubt. “Who would do such right in front of someone, you.”

He smiled now and I caught a glimpse of his white teeth before they disappeared. “Desperate s£x predators have their tactics and they never work solo. One pretended to be asking me irrelevant questions in order to distract me, while the other spiked your drink. Most girls have fallen victim and they often wake up feeling disoriented, unable to remember anything or even know that even if they were raped, it was a Bleep.”

I glanced down at my drink again. “Why didn’t you raise an alarm?”

He chuckled. “C’mon, I don’t wanna get shanked. There are a bunch of them in here and how am I supposed to stand up to all of them. I’m no Bruce Lee.”

I smiled a bit then simply placed the drink back on the table. I had had enough of wine tonight anyway. “So did they leave the rose too as a token?” I asked.

He hesitated now then pursed his lips and shook his head as he stared down at the rose. “No, that was me.” Then he lifted his eyes to meet mine quizzically. “You don’t like roses?” He asked.

I took the rose and brought the petals to my nose. “I’m indifferent to flowers. Tell me, do you carry roses around to offer it to the any girl you find?”

“Find appealing? Yes.” He said frankly. “But never to a married one.”

Just then, in reflex, I folded my fingers into my palm as if trying to hide my ring. I smiled sheepishly and gently lowered the rose to my lap unable to meet his eyes.

“What’s a married woman doing all by herself in such a nasty club full of miscreants and die-hard whores who have a penchant for one-night stands?”

“I’m not alone…” I coyly answered, my head lowered now. “I came with my husband.”

He glanced around. “And what fool of a husband would leave his wife unattended with a lot of predators looking for the next vulnerable woman to pounce on?”

“I’m not vulnerable.” I tried to defend myself softly.

He scoffed and set his foot down then leaned sideways towards me with his elbows on his knees. “Tell you what…”

“What?” I curiously asked.

“You are lonely and unhappy.” He said flatly.

I was embarrassed but tried to hide it. “That’s not true. Like I said, I’m married…” I lifted my hand to flaunt my ring. “Happily married.” I quickly added for emphasis and in order to sound convincing.

“I know right?” He said in sarcasm. “Most women are married and yet lonely and you are just one of them… I sensed it from the bar. All these makeup couldn’t conceal your pains from me. They are etched into the lines of your face and yet you are in your early twenties.”

I gave him an uncomfortable look. “Are you some psychologist sent to analyse me or what?”

He chuckled softly. “I’m just some crazy fella looking for whom to make me forget some of my troubles.”

“Well, there are a lot of hotter girls on the dance floor whom you can psycho-analyse and choose from.”

“Yeah…” He cast a bored look across the dance floor. “And yet you caught me from afar. You stand out here.” Then he briefly bit a part of his lower lip before he said again, “I’m Chris.” He stretched a hand towards him.

I hesitated and stared at him. Somehow, just washing him suck a part of his lower lip into his mouth, made me hungry for a kiss. I felt like embracing him and feeling how those lips would taste. Suddenly, I snapped out of my daydream. No, this was wrong. I shook my head to shake the dirty thoughts off. I’m married and shouldn’t be fantasizing about another man. It was so wrong, very wrong and I felt shame and guilt fill me up immediately.

To avoid further temptations, I jolted to my feet and he slowly rose too with surprise registered on his face. “You okay?” He asked in concern.

“Yes.” I managed to say past the knot that had formed in my throat. “I’ve got to go fetch my husband. I think it’s high time we went home.”

I saw him smile in understanding then he simply said, “Let me at least walk you outside to be sure that you are safe. Because I’m sure that those who spiked your drink would be very pissed by now and might just decide to jump you.”

“Yeah…” I quickly agreed as I threw a wary glance around, “thanks.”

“After you.” He gestured with a hand towards the entrance of the club and as I started to maneuver my way towards it, he followed me closely but suddenly, I asked him to wait that I wanted to check fir my husband in the restroom. He obliged but I soon returned because Daniel was no where to be found. I found the girl smoking in the corridor leading to the back door of the club and I paused to ask her,

“Hey, where’s my husband?”

She gave me a terse look and took another puff from the cigarette. “I be husband keeper?” She asked me back. “Abeg, no disturb me, just commot from here go find your husband for where you keep am. Allow me smoke my smoke in peace.” She said dismissively.

After checking the restroom and he was not there, I went back to the club but he was not on the couch, the bar nor the dance floor. Sighing, I speculated that he might be outside. When Chris and I got outside the club, I was grateful for the clear atmosphere and I quickly took in a deep breath of air to clear my lungs of all the cigarette smoke, smell of beer and wine and also the stench of sweat and crazy perfumes which I had been breathing in inside the choky interior of the club. There were a few people standing aloof outside alone or in twos. I walked to the bouncer who had greeted my husband and asked.

“Please, have you seen my husband?”

He hesitated as he gave me a contemplating look. “He no dey inside? (Isn’t he inside?) His deep voice reached me and from his accent, I could tell that he was from south-south.

“No, I have looked everywhere but he’s not inside.”

“Okay…” He looked around and said in a quiet voice to me. “Me no dey snitch on my fellow guy but because you fine and you get sense pass all the mumu girls wey full this club, I go just tell you.” (I don’t snitch on a fellow guy but because you are beautiful and also more sensible than most of the senseless girls that have occupied this club, I’ll tell you.) He reluctantly said. “Your husband just pass here five minutes ago with one lepa. The lepa na ashawo. I just dey pity the kind disease wey your husband go carry give you after he kpansh that mumu girl finish. Some men no just wan get sense at all. As you fine reach, see how you set…” (Your husband just went past here five minutes ago with a slim girl. The slim girl is a prostitute. I’m just sorry for you because of the kind of STD your husband would infect you with after he is done having s£x with that girl. Some men do not want to be reasonable at all. Just see how beautiful you are. Look at your shape…” He gesticulated with his hands to describe my shape. “na im your husband still dey follow that bongafish. I no just know why some men get longer throat. w€tin dem dey find for outside na im go kill them last last.” (And yet your husband is still following that skinny girl. What men go in search of outside of their marriage is what would cost them their lives at last.) Then he pointed at the corner of the club which led to a dark parking space. “Just follow here, you dey hear me so? Na there he enter. No tell am say na me tell you o.” (Just go through this way, are you listening? That is where he went through. Do not let him know that I was the one who told you where to find him.) He warned finally.

“Thank you.” I said and started for the corner. I had hardly taken three steps when I heard Chris pause and say to him.

“Bros you no try at all. You no Sabi bro code?” (Bro, you didn’t do well at all. Don’t you know the bro code?)

“Abeg, free me, who bro code help? That guy too stingy. He no dey even give person tip. Na to dey spend money on top ashawo he sabi. I still dey wait for the day wey I go box im eye.” (Please, spare me, forget about bro code. That guy is too stingy. He doesn’t even give me tips. All he’s good at is spending on prostitutes. I’m still looking forward to the day I’d give him a black eye.) The bouncer retorted.

I ignored them both and walked around the corner and in the dim parking space which was occupied with cars, I noticed my husband’s car bouncing and I could hear murmurings coming from within and a pair of legs jutting out through the back window.

“Seems your husband is a very busy man.” Chris wryly said behind me.

I was ashamed and embarrassed and I grew angry. The last thing I wanted was this guy thinking that my husband treated me like crap. Summoning courage which I didn’t know where it came from, I marched to the car and yanked the back door open, startling them both. The prostitute was lying on her back with her legs spread and my husband was lying on her, buried deep inside of her and I was appalled by the sight. Just how many girls did this hegoat intend to sleep with tonight. And yet after everything, he would still insert that dirty, public thing inside of me. I had had enough of this disrespect.

“Daniel!” I snapped. “Get down now!”

He stared at me as if I was crazy, ignored me and simply resumed his thrusts but I angrily seized him by the back of his shirt and yanked him off the girl. He staggered to the ground and quickly struggled to pull his pants up while the prostitute, quickly tugged down her skirt and snuck off to avoid my wrath.

“Are you mad?! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you?!” Daniel furiously asked.

“I am sick and tired of your nonsense and it ends tonight!” I stood my ground.

Shocked that I was speaking to him in such manner, he swung the back of his hand and landed it heavily on my face and I felt blood splatter out of my nose. I reeled backward in shock and pain, my hand flying to my bloody face. He concluded that that wasn’t enough damage and he came after me again, as he was about to strike me again, Chris suddenly grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and he groaned out in pain and almost sunk to his knees.

“Pick on someone your own size!” Chris hissed at him. “Only cowards like you hit women.”

“I see!” Daniel managed to lash out at me through his pain. “So it has gotten to this, eh?! You brought your boyfriend to attack me, Victoria?! You have been sleeping around! Your parents must hear this!”

Hearing this and feeling sorry for him, I quickly interceded. “Please Chris, let him go.”

Chris gave me a surprised look. “Are you sure?”

“He’s my husband and you are hurting him!” I insisted and when he hesitated, I blurted. “I didn’t invite you into this! This is between my husband and I, so please, let him go now!” I raised my voice.

Chris let my husband go by shoving him away. Daniel got off the ground, with his eyes shooting daggers at me, he ordered: “Get into the car!” He walked around to get into the driver’s side after slamming shut the door I had opened.

I reluctantly complied and got in next to him, avoiding meeting Chris’ gaze. My husband started the car immediately after threatening to deal with Chris then he roughly drove away from the club. As he drove, he kept fuming and would occasionally hit the steering several times. “So it has come to the extent where you have the guts to cheat on me?!” He bawled at me. “So your plan is to kill me so you can inherit all that I have laboured for? Ha! You ungrateful bitch!”

I tried to plead my innocence but he suddenly struck me again with the back of his hand catching me in my left eye. I felt the pain shoot straight to my brain and I buried my face in my hands but he didn’t stop, he jammed my head against my window, making me dizzy from the pain. “Let’s just get home, I’ll make sure I teach you a very good lesson, you slut!”

“I’m innocent!” I suddenly cried out, weeping now. “I don’t even know him!”

“In fact, I can’t bear to be in the same car with a liar and a cheat!” He said and suddenly turned sharply to the shoulder of the road and brought the car to an abrupt halt. “Get down!” He hissed.

I gaped at him in shock. It was late into the night and there was no car I’m sight, not to mention that the road was flanked with bush on either side. “What?” I gasped.

“Are you deaf? I said get down!” He insisted.

“But Daniel, something bad could happen to me here. There might be kidnappers! Worse, I could even be raped! You can’t possibly leave me here, how will I get home?!” I pleaded.

“You think I care?! If you can call your boyfriend to attack me, it means that you want me dead! I don’t care if you are kidnapped! I don’t care if you are raped! I don’t even care if you die! Just get the fvck out of my car!”

I began to cru and plead with him not to do this to me but he simply got down the car, came around the car, opened the door, dragged me out of it and threw me on the dusty ground. He slammed the door shut and walked around to get back in and before I could pick myself off the ground, he automatically locked the doors from inside. I began to slap the window gently, begging him to let me in but he ignored me, started the car and roughly drove off, abandoning me there and just then I knew that I was doomed as I watched the red tail lights of his car soon fade into the distance, leaving me all alone in the middle of the night and on a dangerous road popularly plagued by armed robbers.

To Be Continued…

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Episode 4

Two weeks later, my in-laws came to spend the Easter period with us. My husband’s younger brother and his younger sister came to the house and I was almost relieved that at least with the presence of his siblings, he would minimize his ill-treatment towards me and hopefully his chronic philandering. One morning, I was cleaning the sitting room with a w€t rag when the brother whom I was just a year older than came in carrying a pile of clothes in his arms.

“Victoria.” He called me and I paused my work to look at him.

“Yes?”

“When you are done, I want you to wash these clothes.” He dropped them on the floor.

I stared at him in disbelief. “What happened to your hands?”

He frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

“Last time I checked, you are not handicapped, which means that you are well enough to do your own laundry.”

“And why would I be in my brother’s house and still wash my own clothes?” He asked.


“Why should I wash your clothes when there’s also a washing machine for you to use?”

“I don’t want the washing machine, it doesn’t wash my clothes clean.”

“Then simply use your hands. If you cannot do that, go and call your girlfriend to do it for you. I’m not your maid.”

His eyes narrowed in anger now. “The very day you married into this family was the very day we owned you. I’m your in-law and a man for that matter and you owe it to me to treat me the same way you treat my brother.”

I scoffed and then clapped my hands in disbelief. “If you are so desperate to be treated like your brother, why not go and get married. After all, your mates out there are already taking up their own responsibilities instead of feeding off their brothers.”

All of a sudden, he advanced towards me and struck me on the face with his hand. Stunned, the rag dropped from my hand as my hands flew to my face. “You slapped me?!” I asked in shock.

“Yes and you’ll get a severe beating if by the time I return and my clothes are still unwashed. You gold digger! I wonder why my brother is still putting up with you? You are classless! You should be happy that we even accepted you into our family, you wretched-slut!”

I was about to retort when my husband came down the stairs and soon his younger sister who must have heard us, appeared from her room too. “What’s going on here?” My husband asked.

My hand was still on my face as I stared at him with tears-filled eyes. “You brother slapped me.” I told him.

He turned to his brother. “Kenny, is that true?”

His brother quickly explained to him and told him that not only had o refused to obey him, I had also insulted me. My husband simply pulled my hand away from my face and scrutinized my cheek. “It’s not that serious. He didn’t leave a mark.”


I gaped at him in shock. “Your brother just slapped me and this is all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to send him away from my house all because of a harmless slap? Is that what you want, to cause a rift in my family? Listen Victoria, before I ever married you, I had my brother and there’s no way on Earth that I’ll do anything negative to him all because of you. You are at fault here. How would you refuse to wash his clothes? What kind of wife are you? Just clothes and you are proving so stubborn.” Turning to his brother, he said, “And Kenny, you can’t just do things like this. I understand that she can be very stubborn and unnerving but next time you want to slap her or lay your hands on her, seek my permission first!” Then he dismissed his brother and simply turned and walked out of the house without another word to me while my eyes followed him in speechless shock. I knew he was going out and soon I heard his car leave the compound.

When both men were gone, I stood there numb and the sister sympathetically approached me, took my hand and led me to the couch where she made us sit and the first question she asked was, “Why are you still here?”

I gave her a confused look. “What do you mean?”


“Despite how my brother treats you, you are still choose to remain here, why?”

I sighed. “I’ve no where to go.” I mumbled.

“What do you mean by you have no where to go? Can’t you gather enough money and get out of this city? Fine, I know that he’s my brother and I have tried talking to him several times but even me cannot tolerate this nonsense that you are taking from him from any man. He doesn’t love you, he doesn’t treat you right, he cheats on you and doesn’t even care to hide it, he beats you up at the slightest provocation and yet, you’re still here, do you want to go to an early grave?! Can’t you grab any cash and disappear?!”

“I don’t have any money of mine. Your brother did not let me have a bank account of my own. He gives me only cash and for only specific reasons such as hairdo, clothes and groceries, besides that, he doesn’t give me any other money.”

“And you can’t save the least you can savage from such money he still gives you?! You are a graduate for Christ’s sake and yet you have refused to go take up a job all because my brother asked you to be a housewife and promised to give you a certain amount of money monthly, now where is that money?”







“He sends it to my parents monthly.” I answered.

She was taken aback. “What! Why would he do that?”

“It was my father’s idea. He claimed that the family needs the money more than I do since I’m already being taken care of by your brother.”

She heaved a sigh again that was of despair. “All these happening to you is the fault of your parents. And honestly, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t even have agreed to get married to my brother in the first place just to please my parents. I would jeopardize my future for any body, not even my family. Look, they are over there enjoying everything, while you are being treated worse than a slave here all because your parents chose to sell you for their own selfish interest! You had better find a way out of this stupid mess you have found yourself!” She finished and rose to her feet. She walked to the spot her brother had dropped the clothes, packed them in her arms and said, “as for these stupid boy’s clothes, they are going into the washing machine. You are not his slave!” With this, she started to walk away then paused. “Victoria, a word of advice from a sister to a sister, anytime you find anyone who can make you happy or treat you better than my brother, go for it, you have my full backing. It’s better to be with a poor man and be happy than with a rich man who never fails to remind you that he picked you from the gutters!” Then she walked away.

A month’s later, on a Friday night, after my in-laws had left three weeks earlier, my husband called me from the office and asked me to dress up that we were going to the club. I was surprised because the last time he took me to a club was before he married me. He specifically instructed me to wear something s£xy and that was just what I did. He came home at 9:30 p.m. that night and honked outside the house and I had to go out to join him in the car. When he saw how I looked, he nodded in satisfaction and drove off.

We soon reached the club and the way he was hailed by the bouncer and some of the men inside the club made me know that he was a regular in the club. The men all gave me curious glances as we walked past them. My husband took me to a couch facing the dancefloor and the bar and asked me to sit down then he summoned a waiter to get us a bottle of wine. The club felt choky and too crowded with people. A lot of people were dancing on the dancefloor and the music was almost deafening. The different smell of sweat and perfumes had mixed up in the atmosphere to form something that would have made me light headed and faint.

I saw a lot of girls in seductive and revealing clothes. Some clothes were too tight or were almost nothing. n!poles could be seen through some transparent tops and showing off of navels was the reigning thing. I tried to be comfortable as I watched girls grinding their buttocks against the groin of their male partners. My husband lit a cigarette and began to smoke and I stared at him in shock cuz I had never seen him smoke before. He pretended not to notice my expression and simply focused on the dance floor. I realized that his eyes were fixed on three girls who had come alone without partners and were dancing on the dance floor in order to get the attention of the men.

After watching them for a while, he got up, leaned down and whispered in my ear, informing me not to leave my spot then he approached the girls. He focused on the chubby one who was very busty and began to talk to her by speaking into her ear due to the loud music. Soon, he was busy dancing with her and running his hands all around her body. I swallowed hard and tried to look for something else to get my attention off him. I sat alone for the next fifteen minutes, trying to entertain myself by watching all that was going on around me and that was when my gaze locked with his.

He was seated at the bar with his back turned to it and he held a bottle of beer between his index finger and middle finger. The way he stared at me made my stomach flip and I have never felt such a feeling in my gut for a very long time, not even for my husband. I nervously broke our gaze and tried to look away but I found myself sneaking glances his way and sometimes someone would dance into view and severe my sight of him of him for a moment. When the person danced off my path of direct view again, I realized that he was still staring at me. I had never seen him before and I didn’t know who he was but there was something captivating about the way he stared at me as if he could see right into my soul.

I became very conscious of my looks just then and was concerned about if I looked decent enough or like most of the other girls in the club. I was trying to pull the hem of my gown down towards my knees when I saw him rise from his stool, his eyes never leaving me. My heart began to race now as I saw him start towards my direction, gently maneuvering his way through the dance floor with his eyes still fixed on me as if I was a prey and if he dared blink, that I would disappear. My chest swelled with both dread and anticipation.

I placed my left hand on my knee so that my wedding ring was in view, hoping that he would notice it from afar and turn back but he didn’t. I doubted he even saw the ring since he would stop staring at me right in the eye. I glanced around for my husband and discovered that he was gone with the girl. Only her two friends remained on the dancefloor and I speculated that he had probably taken her to the corner for a quickie. As the stranger drew nearer, I thought of rising and quickly dashing out of the club but somehow, a part of me refused to let my feet move so I remained put till he finally emerged from the dancefloor and I could see a clearer picture of his features now and for the first time in a very long time, my vagina moistened on its own.

To Be Continued…

Episode 3

On Sunday, we went to church as usual. Since my husband was a very wealthy man, we were always given a special seats at the front, along with some influential couples. He was the most sweetest creature in the church and almost everyone looked up to him. I would hear some girls tell him that our marriage was just the exact same thing they wanted because I was always radiating in my expensive clothes and accessories but no one knew that he was a porn addict, a sadist and a woman-beater. No one knew what I was going through except the pastors. I had run to them several times to complain about my plight but all they told me was to go back home and keep praying for my husband because God was against divorce. They never called him to order because they were scared to lose such a huge contributor to the finances of the church.

In public, I’ll smile as wide as possible to mask my sorrow. I would apply enough makeup to hide a bruised face or cut lip yet other young girls in my peer group were dying to take my place. All they saw was the expensive cars and the house I lived in but they were never concerned about if I was really happy in my marriage. After service and all the pastors and other ranking members had exchanged pleasantries with him, we walked to the car in the hot sun and was soon soothed by the air conditioner in the car.

After waiting for close to three minutes and I noticed that he made no move to turn the key in the ignition, I gave him a puzzled look and asked, “What are we still waiting for?”

He was craning his neck to stare through the windshield and when I followed his gaze, his eyes were fixed on a fair girl who was chatting away with some friends in front of the church. “Do you know her?” He asked me without taking his eyes off the girl.

I took a cursory look at the girl and shook my head, “No, why?”

“She’s very beautiful.” He said and I frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should get down the car and go and talk to her.” He said to me.

I drew back in shock. “What do you mean by I should go and talk to her? About what?”

He gave me a scornful look now. “Why are you so beautiful, yet daft? don’t you understand what I’m insinuating? Must I spell it out to you before you know what you are supposed to do?”

I remained adamant then stammered, “I… I don’t k..know what you want me to do o. All I know is that I don’t know that girl. I have never even seen her before, so I don’t understand what you want me to go and tell her.”

“Alright…” He gave me an impatient look and leaned back. “Go and ask her where she’s going to, I want to give her a ride.”

“Are you indirectly asking me to go and woo a girl for you and bring her to this car?” I asked in disbelief.

“And so? Is it your father’s car?” He snapped at me.

“How can you send me on such a demeaning errand! Have you forgotten that I’m your wife? You’ve no iota of respect for me!”

He scoffed. “I don’t have time for your drama this afternoon. What good is a wife who’s never fun and is always dry. You have never been w€t in your whole life. You are too rigid and it feels like I’m married to a fellow man. Tell me, why the hell should I limit myself to you?!”

“Why speak like you are not already cheating on me with different girls already?” I fired back.

“And yet what can you do? Nothing! You know that you can never leave me because I made you what you are today! You are the first graduate in your family and you owe that to my generosity. If I had not come into your life when I did, you should probably be hawking bread by now or selling Okpa at the bus stop! You are a nobody, Victoria! Read my lips, a nobody! You had better get down this car and go bring that girl here or you won’t like what you’ll get when we get home!”

I was at the verge of tears now. His insults had sunk so deep and stung me hard. “Daniel, at least if you want to cheat on me, accord me my due respect and do that far away. I have suffered enough, why would you choose to rub your infidelity in my nose? Can’t you just go do this far away? At least respect the house of God!”

“May thunder strike you and your family dead! Are you working for me? Are you the head of the family? Since when did you have the right to tell me where to do my business and where not to! In fact, I’ll not sit here another moment with you…” He leaned over and opened my door. “If you will not go and bring that girl here yourself, just don’t bother coming home, now get down!” He ordered.

“Daniel…” I called in a teary voice, my hands on my chest. “Me?”

“Who are you? You are a daughter of a nobody! A daughter of gold diggers that’s what you are! Victoria, get down now!” When I hesitated, he suddenly threatened. “Do you want me to push you down? You want to embarrass yourself here right? I said get down!”

Helplessly, I got down the car, wiped the tears that were threatening to spill down my face then walked towards the girl and her friends. When I stopped by her side, luckily, her friends were just leaving. As she turned to go, I stopped her.

“Excuse me.” I called her attention.

She paused and partially turned to to me. “Me?” She asked and I nodded then she pulled closer. “Good afternoon.” She greeted and I could see how her eyes shone as she took in my dressing and hungrily eyed my gold accessories but I pretended not to notice. Her reaction to my dressing had already told me that she was an easy catch.

“Hi, my name is Victoria.” I introduced myself and I had a strong conviction that my husband was keenly watching us.

“I’m Dora.” She replied.

“I believe you were about to go home right?” I asked.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Any problem?”

“My husband and I just want to give you a ride, hope you don’t mind?” I gestured towards the car.

Immediately she saw the car, her eyes brightened then she turned to look at me. “Not at all.” She said. I simply led her to the car and she deliberately moved to my husband’s window. “Good afternoon sir.” Her accent suddenly changed. It was thinner and s£xier now.

“Good afternoon my dear, how are you?” I heard my husband ask her.

“I’m fine sir.” She answered with a fake shy smile.

“I hope you enjoyed today’s service?” He asked.

“Of course sir, I was blessed.” She stated.

“Glory to God.” My husband replied then added. “Please go around, come in.” As she walked in front of the car, my husband quickly said to me. “Victoria, sit at the back.” When I gave him a defiant look, he bit his lower lip hard and gritted. “If you mess this opportunity up for me ehn, I’ll make sure I break your hand. Go to the back!”

Reluctantly, I opened the door and got into the backseat. The girl saw this and hesitated in confusion but my husband quickly assured her. “Oh, don’t worry my dear, just come in. My wife doesn’t mind. Trust me, she doesn’t even like sitting in the front.”

“Okay…” She skeptically said then took my place beside him. As we drove home, he began to ask her personal questions about her and they totally forgot I even existed. Somehow, on the course of the journey, he managed to convince her to go home with us. When she hesitated, he assured her yet again that I wouldn’t mind and she had obliged. I was angry and ashamed but there was nothing I could do. When we got home, he asked me to go prepare semovita and Egusi soup for her and that I should make sure that I stocked her plate with enough chicken. I served her at the dinning with a bottle of wine while she ate with my husband and I could hear them laughing like they had known each other for years. When they were done eating, I cleared the table and went to do the dishes. By the time I was done, I walked into the sitting room to meet a shocking sight.

The girl was relaxed on my couch and my husband was on her, sucking one of her bre@sts through the unbuttoned part or her blouse. I was speechless. As I turned to go, my husband stopped me and ordered me to follow them up to our bedroom. He practically carried her up the stairs in his arms and I wondered if the girl had no shred of dignity left in her. She didn’t even have a conscience. I was sure that my husband had bought what was left of it with enough promises to make her fall at his feet.

Against my wish, I followed them up the stairs to our bedroom and watched him place her on the bed. Something he had never done to me before. He asked me to sit in the single armchair and watch how a real woman pleasured a man. I tried to leave but he threatened that if I did, I should just simply pack up my things and leave his house and knowing that I had no where to go to, that my siblings would have to drop out of school and that my parents would never forgive, I say put. He gently stripped this lady n@ked to my bare eyes, grabbed her b00bs in both hands and began to suck them one after the other. I could see that she was a bit uncomfortable with the way she kept glancing my way at intervals but my husband went on with whatever he was doing.

Soon, he sat down at the foot of the bed and asked the girl to suck his d!ck and do it slowly so that I learned from it. She knelt down between his legs and began to suck his d!ck and lick it so skillfully that I marveled at just how many d!cks she would have sucked. I watched my husband m0an and urge her on and when he was satisfied, he rose and placed her in from of him, telling her to kneel down on the foot of the bed in a doggy position. Glancing at me as he guided his hard d!ck with his hand to her vagina, I watched him sink in and I almost covered my face with my hands but he called my name sternly and I quickly drew my hands away and watched him began to thrust in out of the girl as his fingers sunk into her fleshy buttocks. Soon he began to pound her hard and her buttocks would shake vigorously at each impact while her bre@sts dangled underneath.

I was devastated. Never did I imagine that such a thing would get to happen to me in my marriage, that I would get to watch my husband make love to another woman and I could do absolutely nothing about it. It also surprised me that a single girl would agree to sleep with a married man especially before his own wife. What happened to women looking out for their fellow women? Why should women contribute to the sorrows of an unhappy marriage. I was lost in thought as I stared blankly at my husband who now had the girl’s legs on his shoulder and was yet pounding her. Soon, he suddenly yanked himself out of her and spilled his semen on her bre@sts. He stroked himself till the last drop while she laid there with gooey semen on her bre@sts.

When he was done, he directed her to the bathroom where she had her bath after she had defied my matrimonial bed. She had her bath and came out a few minutes later clad in my towel. She soon dressed up and my husband gave her a wad of cash then ordered me to go fetch her a cab. After she left, I went to the back of the house, sat down on the floor and went bitterly. I almost cursed my parents for forcing me into this marriage. I cried till mucus was dribbling down my nostrils. I was helpless and if this was what marriage was all about, I just wanted to go back to being single.

“God why me?!” I lamented. “Why me? What have I done to deserve this? What?”

I was still lamenting when I heard my husband’s harsh voice, “Victoria!”

Quickly, I got up, wiped my tears as best as I could with my hands and hurried to meet him.

Episode 2

That day, I packed what I could and dashed to my parents house. When they saw me, my father’s countenance already showed that he was not pleased, having noticed the bag. He asked me to sit in the living room then asked me what had sent me running back or if I had offended my husband and he had angrily kicked me out. From the way he sounded, he was ready to accompany me back to seek his forgiveness.

“What did you do?” He asked me. “Did he throw you out?”

“No.” I mumbled.

“Does he starve you?”

“No, papa.” I answered.

“Does he beat you?”

I hesitated and my mother suddenly cut in. “Beating kwa, what’s ordinary beating? Papa Victoria, please some men only beat a woman to show just how much love in love with her they are.”

I stared at my mother in believe but I was not ready to go down an argument lane with her, her wrong perception of how love was shown by a man to a woman was the very least of my worries now. My father simply grunted and continued. “So what did he do?” He asked again.


“He…h…” I stuttered, too ashamed to say the world.

“Don’t you have mouth?” My mother suddenly snapped at me. “Can’t you talk? You left your husband and came down here not minding that he’s all alone and a woman needs to take care of him. Has he even eaten?”

“Mama, Daniel urinated on me this morning.” I mused.

My father sat up now. “Urinated how? Does he bed-w€t?”

“No papa, he urinated on me just like that when he should have used the toilet.”

My parents exchanged puzzled glances and my mother asked this time, gesticulating with her hands. “You mean Daniel brought out his John Thomas and released urine on you?”

“Yes Mama.” I could sense their agitation and I just couldn’t wait to see their anger against my husband.

Instead, my father sighed and leaned back into his chair. He looked pensive for a moment and when he finally spoke, he did without looking at me. “Go back to him.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Papa?!”

“Yes, you heard your father!” My mother cut in harshly. “Go back to your husband!”

I was panicking now. “Mama, didn’t you hear what I said, I said Daniel urinated on me.” I said each word carefully so that it sunk in just in case they didn’t understand me the first time.

“And so? What’s the big deal? When you married that good man, you said for better for worse! Are you the first woman whom her husband would urinate on? Why are you trying to disgrace this family? Why Adanna? Better take your bags and go back to your husband’s house because there’s no room for you here! That man is a blessing to our family, anything he does to you, take it that way after all, he has the money to pacify you afterwards.”

I was shocked and I didn’t know when I blurted. “But papa, he wants to have anal s£x with me!”

“Victoria.” My father called calmly.

“Yes papa.” I mumbled.


“Victoria.”

“Papa.”

“Victoria.” He called a third time.


“Yes papa.” I said, frowning deeply.

“How many times did I call you?”

“Three times papa.”

“I don’t know what anal s£x is supposed to be and I really don’t care. All I know is the Bible said a good wife must be to her husband and if you want to be a good wife, then you must do anything and everything your husband wants you to. After all he’s your husband and he’s entitled to do anything with your body. If he doesn’t uses it, who else will? My in-law has promised me a car this December and I’ll not be pleased with you if he should change his mind about that car simply because of your stubbornness. Victoria, all I can say is that you take your bag back to your husband’s house because as far as I’m concerned, there’s no room for you here.” Without another word, he rose and left.

When he was gone, my mother quickly moved to the seat he had just vacated. “Have you missed your period?” She asked me.

I frowned at her. “What kind of question is that?”

She gave me a disgruntled look and mimicked me. “Don’t you know that all your mates are already pregnant by now? What are you waiting for? Don’t you know that to secure your place in a man’s house, you have to get pregnant? Do you want him to assume that you are barren and throw you out?”

Honestly, I had been secretly taking pills to prevent my taking in for my husband. The last thing I wanted to do was raising a child for that monster. “Mama, please, I’m not in the mood.” I said dismissively and turned away.

“You are not in the mood? Are you mad? Why do you take everything with such levity? Do you realized that Daniel is the best in-law yet? He’s Godsent! Don’t jeopardize this good opportunity for us or I myself will make sure I bury you with my own hands. By next month, you must get pregnant! In fact, you must conceive twins! If you have any doubts, don’t worry, all I’ve to do is go down to the village and visit the dibia.”

“Mama, if the dibia was so good, why didn’t you go for a charm that will make papa rich instead of selling me off into a loveless marriage?!” I retorted.

“You are very stupid.” She told me. “You think if I was as educated as you at your age I would have settled for your father? See, Daniel has bought me all the good things of life which your father has been unable and will never be able to get for me. I have tasted riches because of Daniel and I’m not about to stop any time soon, so if you know what is good for you, discard any useless thoughts about love and focus on making your husband a happy man. I don’t know why God gave me such a dull daughter to be my first. You are just not sharp at all! You didn’t take after me in ways you were ssupposed to! I know that if it were your sister, Linda, she would have made me very proud!”

I glared at my mother. “If Linda was so good, why didn’t you make I marry Daniel then?”

“Simply because Daniel chose a dull one and we had no choice than to give him what he wanted. It still baffles me why you are yet to love this man. When there’s money, love should be easy and yet simply because he urinated on you, you came running back.”

Then and there, I had had enough of my mother. I rose, grabbed my bag and walked away without another word. She called out to me but I ignored her. When I got home, my husband was waiting in the lower balcony. He was leaned forward with his elbows on the railings and he was busy with his phone, probably chatting up with one of his numerous girlfriends as usual. As I got down the car and started for the main door, pulling my bag behind me, he smirked and said:

“I knew you’d come back. Your hungry parents can’t bare to lose a wonderful and generous person like me. I know your father is still looking forward to the car. I pray he gets crippled from it and that your mother with her incessant demand for money so she could buy the latest clothes and jewelries for her women association meeting, I pray the next jewelry she’s expecting chokes her to death. Your family of stupid gold diggers!” He hurled at me.

Tears sprang to my eyes but I said nothing and simply walked into the house. I wondered if my parents were aware of the degrading words he used about them if they would still want me to remain married to him. But Daniel was right after all, my parents were gold diggers. I was in the kitchen preparing semovita and vegetable soup when I heard footsteps. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw him leaning against the door jamb of the kitchen door completely n@ked and his eyes were fixed down on the screen of his phone which was in his right hand while his other hand was stroking his d!ck.

I stiffened now and swallowed hard and quickly pretended not to notice him as I stirred my steaming soup in the pot. I could hear a white female’s voice m0aning loud from his phone and I could tell he was watching a pornographic video. He had a ton of them of different races and types.

“What are you doing?” He asked me without taking his eyes off the screen of his phone.

“Cooking.” I managed to say then began to move around doing a lot of unnecessary things to pretend that I was very busy.

“Stop whatever you are doing and UnCloth.” He ordered. I pretended not to hear him and after a minute, he looked up and frowned. “Are you deaf?”

I stopped now and slowly turned to look at him. “Daniel, please this can wait, I’m almost done.”

“It’s like you are mad!” He said coldly and suddenly approached and turned off the gas. “You are my wife! If you’ll not let me go up that wretched hole that you are so protective of, the least you can do is at least let me have my s£xual rights any time I want it! UnCloth!”

I slowly began to unzip my dress and soon I took it off and tossed it on the floor. “Can we at least be civil about this and go to the bedroom?” I suggested.

He snorted. “This girl here is having kitchen s£x and that’s what I want.” He stated and suddenly grabbed my head and shoved me down to my knees. Direction his d!ck to my face, he broke into my mouth. I was scared to suck him off. I was even more scared to have s£x with him. Besides, hating our s£xual life, I had contracted s£xually transmitted disease from him on three occasions and I had had to go for treatment but I still had yeast infection which came at intervals and then disappeared for a while.

He began to thrust in and out of my of my mouth while his eyes remained fixed on his phone. Soon, he told me to get on my hands and knees and turn my back to him. I stiffened myself after obeying and as he knelt between my legs and positioned himself, he placed his phone on my back and forced himself into me then I heard him grumble: “You are too dry.”

I knew that I had he would not want to go through the stress of going to fetch the Vaseline but what he did next shocked me. He simply dipped his hand into a frypan of cooled groundnut oil which I had just finished frying chicken with then swabbed my vagina with it, even putting some into me before he slipped into me again with his eyes now concentrated on the screen of the phone on my back.

He pounded me hard, pretending that I was the porn star on his screen. He called me her name and continued to pound me as if his life depended on it. All I felt all through was pain and I couldn’t wait for it to end. When he soon reached orgasm and ejaculated in me. Immediately, he pulled out, I got up, hurried to the bathroom to take my birth control pill then dashed into the bathroom to vigorously wash my private part which after I had a warm bath to wash his touch off me.

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So Not Love

Episode 1

Author’s Note: This story is based on what some unfortunate people go through in their marriages or relationships, so read and learn. Some scenes might be too hard to believe but trust me, they really happen.

I got married to the worst man on Earth. He was the exact definition of the devil’s incarnate. I never loved him but my parents had forced me into the marriage. I rued the day I had finally succvmbed to marry him since my mother wouldn’t stop lamenting and telling me how ungrateful I was while my father threatened to disown me if I didn’t accept the proposal. I had met my husband while I was going to Jamb lesson in Lagos. He had been 29 then, precisely 10 years older than I was. I was just a naive little girl who wanted to focus on her education and be a TV presenter. My husband, Daniel, had refused to give me a breathing space. He would come over to the Jamb lesson center and begin to confess how much he loved me and how he couldn’t get me off his mind ever since he laid his eyes upon me.

He had pressured me but I stood my ground until he suddenly appeared in my house unannounced. I had been in my room when my younger brother, Emma, had told me that my father wanted to see me and that I had a visitor. Curious and also puzzled, I had gone into sitting room to find Daniel laughing with my father as he sipped a bottle of maltina my mother must have offered him. I was angry. I felt like screaming at me but the respect I had for my father restrained me. Ever since that day, Daniel automatically became a member of the family. He came and went whenever he liked and no matter how much I tried to avoid him, my parents would never allow me. They stated that I should be glad that a wealthy and handsome guy like Daniel was interested in me and since I was the first daughter, I had to do the needful by giving Daniel some attention.

Things became worse after Daniel became financially helpful to my family. My father praised him and called him his son. My mother worshipped the very ground he walked on especially when he helped her stock up her provision shop. Against my wish but with the support of my family, Daniel had single-handedly sponsored my education and now he was the one paying the tuition fees of my two younger siblings, Linda and Emmanuel. I didn’t have a say to decide my life at this point. My opinion was tagged useless and childish. My father would blackmail me with the Bible verse which read: “Children, honour thy father and mother so thy days shall be long.”

He claimed that if he cursed me, nothing would ever go right in my life for disobeying him by refusing to marry Daniel, well if I had known what life had in store for me, I would have preferred to risk my father’s curse than throwing my life at the mercy of a man who had no iota of love nor respect for me. I got married to him when I was 24 and he revealed his true self after our wedding night on which he broke my virginity and treated me worse than a slave from that moment. He would hurl insults at my parents and my entire family and always remind me how he had picked me up from the gutters and how my family were nothing without him.

He called my father a stupid old gold digger and my mother, he tagged, an uneducated fool. If I tried to talk back at him, a punch immediately sealed my mouth so I was left to suffer in a loveless marriage which also came with domestic and verbal abuse. Yes, I was married but I wasn’t happy. Most girls eager for marriage didn’t know the pains that came with it when their desperation or the society’s persistence of “all your mates are married” pushes them into settling down with the wrong man. Most claim that they would rather cry inside a Hummer Jeep than in an auto-rickshaw but they have no idea that even money could never buy happiness or peace of mind.

I thought that was the worst of it until my husband woke me one night, a few months after our wedding and said: “Victoria.” He shook my arm vigorously since my back was turned to him.

“Uhmn?” I sleepily answered, wondering if he wanted to order me to go cook him something in the middle of the night as usual.


He partially lifted the duvet covering me in the partially dark room. “Are you n@ked under there?” He asked and began to grope my body with his hands.

I frowned but thankful that he couldn’t see my face. “No, I’m in my nightie.” I answered reluctantly.

“Are you wearing any panties?” He asked me and I gave a puzzled look.

“What is it?” I asked, trying very hard to hide my irritation from him to avoid a severe beating.

“Answer me my friend!” He barked.

“No, I’m not.” I managed an answer.

He partially sat up with his upper back propped against the pillows. “Good, I want you to grab the jar of petroleum jelly and bring it here.”

More confused, I sat up fully and turned to face him. “What do you need that for at this time of the night?”

He simply threw the duvet off his body to reveal his very hard d!ck which he slowly began to stroke to make it harder. Although my husband was s£xually endowed but I wasn’t s£xually attracted to him. Instead of turning me on, the sight of his precvm leaking penis only made me cringe.

“Are you planning on masturbating?” I carefully asked.


“No… I watched a porn movie in my office today and I just dreamt of it and that was why I woke you.” He answered.

“But what have I got to do with the porn movie? Do I in anyway share resemblance to the porn star?”


“You wish? You are nothing like her.” He said coldly. “Your type should be selling tomatoes in the market because you lack the charisma or seductive body of a normal woman meant to pleasure a man.”

I was angry now. “Then let me go back to sleep.” I said and began to adjust to lie down again when he roughly pulled my arm.

“Are you mad?” He shot. “Did I permit you to sleep? You see me this way…” He gestured at his er£ction. “And all you want to do is ignore it and go back to sleep?! May thunder strike you dead there!” He cussed.


I swallowed hard. “But what am I supposed to do? I can’t simply sit up and listen to you compare me to a porn star!”

“You are only useful for a few reasons. Go bring the jelly and coat it around my d!ck, then do the same to your anus.”

My eyes widened now and all traces of lingering grogginess disappeared. “What! You want to have anal s£x with me?!” I spat in disgust.

“And so?” He sounded apathetic. “What is wrong with that?!”

“Everything!” I spat. “How can you say that you want to have anal s£x with me?!”

“Oh…” He gave me a disgruntled look. “So what are you trying to say then?”

“I’m not going to do it.” I stared and angrily averted my face.

“You are not going to do it?”

“No!” I vehemently answered.

“Do you realize that I’m your husband and your body is mine to do what I please with?”

“And it is against God’s wish too that I allow you sodomize my body! it’s only proper that a man penetrates his wife the right way.” I protested.

“The right way, uh? And where is it written in the Bible that I can’t go through the back if I choose to?”

“Me, I don’t know…” I grumbled. “All I know is there’s no way I’m letting you inside my anus.”

“So you are going to deny me my right?” He sounded more pissed now but his voice was still calm but harsh.

I mumbled some words under my breath and kept my face averted with my jaw and and chin placed in my hand, supported by my elbow which was on my thigh then I heard him say in a warning tone: “Victoria, do this thing now before things will get out of hand.”

“I have told you, I can’t and I won’t do it. You just can’t keep making me do everything you see in porn movies, I’m your wife not some prostitute!” I said resolutely then angrily laid back on my side, turning my back to him, eager to go back to sleep and forget that my husband ever demanded such abominable act from me. I could hear him exhaling repeatedly in anger as he shook his right leg continuously which he often does whenever he was agitated. I tried to ignore him but I was also apprehensive. What if he decided to beat me up this night? What if he decided to grab the Vaseline and force himself into my sacred orifice, what then would I do?

In trepidation, I soon fell asleep and I forgot all about my worries until when I felt a warm torrent of liquid hit my face. I jolted up, gasping for breath and running my hands over my face but the warm torrent only shifted to aim at my face again. It didn’t smell like water at all and when I shielded my face with my arm, wondering where the liquid was coming from, and much to my shock, I realized that it was my husband, standing above me on the bed and urinating on my face.

To Be Continued…

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#forced_marriage
#violence
#regret
#dom£stic_abuse
#an@l_s£x
#inhuman

Miracle episode 4 (finale)

There and then, the doctors began a quick treatment on Jaja to fully bring back his consciousness. The clueless man who has been in Coma for the past 18 years his life just silently laid there as he watched strangers rejoice for something he had no idea of. After about 3 hours of intense check up and treatment, Jaja was now fully back to his consciousness and the first word that come out of his mouth was “Solange”.

At that time, Solange wasn’t present in the room when Jaja called her name so the doctors smiled and told him that she would be with him shortly. Without wasting a second, the ‘phone call’ that David, Esther and Kiki had been waiting for the past 19 years of their lives finally came that fateful day.

On that day, David and his wife had a heart to heart talk about the possibility of their son never returning to them again. Esther cried that fateful morning but had no idea that a miracle was about to happen that evening. At around 9pm, David’s phone rang and it was their family doctor calling. He sighed in agony because he was used to hearing bad news from the doctor whenever he called. With no atom of hope for a good news, he tiredly pick up.

“Hello Doc, how are you doing?” David inquired, “I’m good sir, can you make it to the hospital tonight with your family?” the doctor asked, “isn’t it too late Doc? I was about going to bed when you called. How about tomorrow please?” he suggested and the doctor smiled. Before David could say anything else, the doctor dropped the news they had been hoping to hear for the passed 19 years. “Jaja is Awake!” the doctor said in excitement.

Immediately those words rang in David’s ears, his heart dropped. Unable to even breath properly, he screamed “What did you just say? It’s not true! Please tell me this is a joke, please!”.

The loud noise got to Esther and Kiki, so they hurried down to the living room to know the cause of such level of excitement. Before they arrived the living room, David was in tears and kept shaking his head in disbelief as he spoke on phone. Esther was nervous and tensed to know what was going on. Her heart raced as she watched her husband break down in tears of joy. Immediately the call ended, David turned towards his daughter and wife and gave them the warmest hug he had ever given them all his life.

“Baby what is going on? Why are you crying?” Esther curiously asked but David couldn’t put himself together to say anything. “Honey we are going to the hospital now, Jaja is Awake” he broke the good news. Unable to digest the heavy shocker, Kiki fell on the floor and rolled all over the living room floor.

On the other hand, Esther jumped up continuously till her feet began to hurt. She jumped as though her life depended on every jump. Shouts of joy filled the whole atmosphere to the extent that the gateman and driver came inside to find out what was going on. Unable to explain or say much, they all entered one of their cars and zoomed off to the hospital. In less than 25 minutes, they arrived at the hospital and picked race down to Jaja’s room.

When they arrived, two doctors were in Jaja’s room with Solange absent. The happy couple couldn’t contain the joy in their hearts when they set their eyes on their son. The fact that his eyes were open brought instant tears of joy to their eyes because it was too unbelievable to be true. As everyone gathered Jaja’s bed to see and touch him, the confused man who had no clue of what was going on kept saying “Solange”.

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At first, they didn’t pay too much attention to that name because they were all caught up in the moment, but after a little while, David had to bring it to the doctor’s notice. “Doctor, who is Solange? My son has been calling her name since we arrived” he said. The doctor smiled and informed them that Solange is the personal nurse that has been assigned to him for the passed 2 years. David asked if it was the same lady they met the other day at his office and the doctor said “Yes”.



There and then, David sent for Solange but the doctor informed him that she might have retired home because her shift ended a long time ago. As they talked about the mysterious angel ‘Solange’, she walked into the room and there was a faint smile on Jaja’s face. “God evening sir” she politely greeted, “Oh, I thought you had left. Well, Jaja’s parent’s wants to meet you” the doctor revealed and walked away because he had other important things to handle that evening.

With the doctor gone, Solange was left with Jaja, his sister and his parents. “Hello my daughter, how are you doing?” David said, “I’m fine sir” Solange replied. Before anyone knew what was happening, Esther got up, gave her a tight hug and broke down in tears afterwards. “You are such an angel my daughter; how can I repay you back for everything you have done for my son and family? Jaja hasn’t stop calling your name since we came here” Esther soberly said.

Those words of appreciation almost brought tears to Solange’s eyes. They hugged each other for a long time before Kiki joined the hug too. David just sat there with tears in his eyes because everything still felt like a beautiful dream.

As the ladies hugged each other and didn’t want to let go, Jaja voiced out Solange’s name again and this time around, she hurried to his bed side to be with him. “Just look at you Buddy, those eyes are really beautiful; this world misses them. We are glad to have you back and can’t wait for you to carry on with your life again as though nothing happened. I know it might be difficult for you to get along with everything you have missed but I assure you that you wouldn’t do it alone because we are here for you. Remember I promised to never leave this hospital till you leave first? You have no idea how happy I am that I kept to that promise. We are so happy to have you back Buddy, Welcome back!” she soberly said.

Wow! Such beautiful words of life and hope. Solange’s little talk with Jaja left his parent mesmerised and smitten. There and then, they decided to make sure she never lacked anything all the days of her life. A massive level-up was just around the corner for the selfless lady with a pure heart.

In order for Solange to still be a huge part of Jaja’s life, they hired her as his private nurse when Jaja left the hospital and came back home. David bought a house for Solange not far from the mansion they lived in, so she could live near their house and come to work with ease.

Days passed, same with months and it clocked a year since Jaja came out of Coma. It was his 30th year at that time and Solange was 28. Both of them became inseparable and undoubtedly a match made in heaven.

With the help of top educational professionals, Jaja was home schooled and was able to pick up a lot of things that he missed out on all those years he was in Coma. Gradually, he began to get enlightened and levelled up intellectually.

As time went on, Jaja began to identify his feelings for Solange. Without an iota of doubt, it’s safe to say that these two had helplessly fallen for each other and are just waiting for the right time to make their love official. Jaja still had some healing to do and Solange respected that fact and didn’t push her feelings for him too sudden.

Maybe not today or tomorrow but definitely someday, they will make their love story official but for the meantime, let’s be grateful for the MIRACLE.

End of Story! ❤️
Thanks for staying tuned till the end,

Special thanks to Sonia Okehie

Miracle episode 3

An additional two years passed and nothing much had changed about Jaja’s health condition, except his 24/7 neat countenance and outward appearance improvement. Up until then, Jaja’s family still hadn’t met Solange in person because she was never around whenever they came visiting every week.

The funny thing about the whole situation is that Solange wasn’t still aware of Jaja’s family’s wealth. She knew Jaja was from a well to do family but never knew the extent of their wealth. It was somehow a good thing because it meant she was doing everything from the genuineness of her heart and not due to any desire for a reward of material things in return.

It’s apparent that God didn’t want Solange and Jaja parent’s part to cross so she wouldn’t be aware of what might alter the purity of her heart towards Jaja. The hospital was a very big one no doubt, but not big enough for Solange and David’s path not to cross if God wanted it that way.

Everything carried on the same till Jaja’s health began to deteriorate drastically overnight. His condition became worst as the day went by and the doctors were at the verge of unplugging his life support machine because it felt as though there was no need to try to save the young man that has been in Coma for good 18 years.

The very day it got to Solange’s notice that Jaja’s oxygen might be unplugged soon, she cried her eyes out. Later that day, she went to the doctor’s office to talk to him about Jaja’s case. Unknown to her, the man and woman seated at the doctor’s office were Jaja’s parent.

Immediately Solange walked in crying without knocking, she began to beg the doctor to give Jaja a second chance at life again. “I know why you are here and why you are crying. It’s sad because you are his personal nurse but we have no choice than to do what we feel is best because as things are now, his healthy is greatly deteriorating and we have no choice” the doctor sadly revealed.

Tears effortless fell off Solange’s eyes as she listened to the devastating news. Unable to give up, she kept insisting and begging for another chance for Jaja. “Sir, I know most times we get tired when things don’t go the way we hope it would, but if you look deeper, it can just be a way of God trying to prepare us for something better and bigger. Jaja’s health condition might be frustrating for now but what if God delayed everything this way for a reason? What if the devil planned to take Jaja’s life at an early stage in his lifetime and this is God’s way of keeping him safe here because something worse could have claimed his life without giving him a second chance? I know I might sound stupid but I believe in miracles and know for sure that Jaja will open his eye someday soon. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but that day is definitely around the corner because I can feel it more than I have ever felt anything in my life. Please reconsider your decisions, I beg you” she said and soberly walked away.

As the grieving lady walked out, David and his wife were left shocked to the brim.They couldn’t believe how a person that barely knew their son could love him with so much passion and genuineness of heart. Everything about the mysterious lady was angelic that Jaja’s dad had to ask questions with immediate effect. “Who is she?” Jaja’s mum curiously inquired, “Oh, she’s the nurse assigned to your son for the past 2 years now” the doctor revealed. It was then that it dawned on the couple who has been behind their son’s refreshing and neat grooming for the past 2 years they had been complimenting and asking questions but no one said anything tangible as to who was behind the recent glow up.

That day was truly a humbling one indeed for the couple because they had never seen such goodness and humanity in a long time. Due to Solange’s faith in Jaja ‘s health, David cancelled every consideration to permit the doctor to unplug the oxygen.

When it got to Solange’s attention few days later that Jaja had been given another shot at life, she was super excited and couldn’t stop the wide smile on her face that whole day. She happily danced for joy and ran to Jaja’s bed side to tell him the latest development and good news. That day, she exchanged duty time with a friend and worked overnight just to spend enough time talking to Jaja.

“Hello Buddy, I hope you can hear me today because I have good news. You are not going anywhere! Hope you are hanging on very well there? Please come back soonest because I know so many people can’t wait to hear you talk and see you lively again. Today we have a lot to talk about so let’s warm up and get ready because I’m not leaving your bed side” Solange happily said.

You know what the say about transition of life? Jaja was at the middle line between transiting to glory or coming back to his loved ones on earth. The good thing about everything is that Jaja could hear Solange very well and got to know her more than his parent because they weren’t spending so much time with him like Solange was doing. The more she drew closer and talked to him, the more he knew her better. Gradually, he began to like her as he got fond of her.

Of all the time Solange asked Jaja to come back, he wanted to but didn’t know if it was the best thing to do; due to the fact that there was a better option there if he stayed back. Heaven is beautiful and a place anyone would pick against earth, so it’s apparent why it was quite confusing for Jaja to finally make a decision; but not for too long because something unexpected finally happened one fateful day that restored joy in the lives of everyone that loved Jaja dearly.

On the 19th year, Jaja was about to clock 29 years of age so due to that, Solange decided to sing a melodious and soul calming songs for him. Earlier that day, David, Esther and Kiki came visiting to wish Jaja a Happy Birthday. That day, they all had tears in their eyes because it was a painful moment and a sad reality to take in. Not in a thousand years did that family ever believe that Jaja would stay in Coma for such a long time as 19 years. It was sad indeed but they still managed to hold their emotions together before leaving. If only they had an idea that joy was somewhere around the corner, then I believe they would have light those faces up with smiles; sadly they didn’t.

Around 7pm that day, Solange was about to get off duty so she hurried down to Jaja’s room to say ‘Goodbye’. Immediately she entered the room, goosebumps filled her body for reasons unknown so she walked really close to see his face properly. When she looked at his face, she smiled and was about to leave but her spirit moved her to look back again.

Just as her inner guts instructed, she turned only to catch a glimpse of Jaja’s eyes blinking. Surprised and flabbergasted, she held her chest with one hand and used the other to touch his forehead. “Jaja, did you just blink those eyes of yours? I might sound crazy but I know deep down that I caught you blinking those eyes” she shockingly said.

As the atmosphere gradually became tensed, Solange closed her eyes and began to pray intensely. She held Jaja’s hands gently as she brought down mountains with tongues of fire and heartfelt prayers.

Gradually, the atmosphere began to get thicker and thicker and all of a sudden, there were hand movements but Solange was too occupied with prayers to notice. She subconsciously squeezed his hands gently as she prayed and after about 10 minutes into the intense prayer session, the hand movements became very obvious and that was when Solange noticed them.

“Oh My! Doctor! Doctor his hands are moving!” Solange screamed and ran out of Jaja’s room. In less than a minutes, she arrived at one of the doctor’s office and broke the good news to them. Immediately, every medical official that was present at that ward followed Solange back to Jaja’s room in haste. When they got inside the room, their eyes couldn’t believe the miracle that was right before their eyes.

The unbelievable miracle was too much to bear that some nurse immediately burst into tears. “Holy Lord! Are my eyes deceiving me? He woke up! He woke up! Oh thank you Lord” one of the doctor’s screamed. The atmosphere was intoxicated with mixed feelings of joy, tears and gratitude.

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Miracle episode 2

One year passed, two, three, four, till sixteen years later but Jaja was still in Coma. At that time, he was now 26 years old but still unconscious and hadn’t shook his body for once since the day he was brought in. David and his wife were 16 years older, so was Kiki. That family went through a lot of trauma, pains and heartbreak all through those years but still had to keep their faith alive that someday their beloved son and brother would come back to them in full consciousness. It wasn’t easy for that grieving family but it’s refreshing to know that they hadn’t completely lost it due to what they were going through.

Jaja’s case has been a prayer point for well wishers and relative all through those years. Some of his friends even thought he was dead because they hadn’t see him for over 16 years. David went silent on his son’s condition when he got tired of explaining to people what was going on. Also, he realised that the media were using insiders to get details about his son’s condition so they could run a story on it for the general public. He didn’t want his family’s business out in the public so he decided to go mute on the matter.

While life was horrible for the grieving family, a certain lady named Solange was very excited to graduate from nursing school after so many years of applying and getting rejected. On the day of Solange’s graduation, she was awarded the best graduating nurse and given instant employment in one of the best hospital in town; which happened to be the hospital Jaja had been admitted in for the past 16 years of his life. The excited young lady in her mid-twenties couldn’t wait to take over the world and help as many sick people that she could.

It wasn’t even up to a week since Solange started working as a nurse in the hospital and she was noticed by almost everyone due to her outstanding work ethics and character. Due to her optimistic nature and attitude, the head of operations appointed her to Jaja’s case to be his private nurse. Her duties included bathing him, cleaning him up and also giving him his injections.

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The very first day Solange set her eyes on Jaja, she was somehow drawn to him in an unexplainable way. For unknown reasons, she felt obligated to his betterment and well-being. Initially, she wasn’t aware of what happened to him and also wasn’t aware of how long he had been admitted to the hospital. It was during one evening when she was at duty that a senior college of hers gave her the gist.

“Solange, I heard you have been appointed to Jaja in ward 18? That’s a huge one for you” a senior colleague said, “Yes I have, but what do you mean by ‘huge one’?” she innocently inquired and her colleague smiled faintly. “That gentleman has been in Coma for 16 years now. I started working here 10 years ago and he came in before I did. It’s really sad and I try to avoid that room due to the goose-bumps I feel whenever I enter there. I just pity for his tired family” her colleague revealed.

Immediately those words sank into Solange’s head, her heart shattered into tiny pieces. She felt highly devastated and couldn’t explain why her heart was in pains for a man she barely knew and hadn’t met before in her life. After what initially seemed like a casual conversation turned sour, Solange sadly walked back to her unit. All through the remaining hours of that day’s work, she couldn’t concentrate due to the sad energy in the atmosphere.

After about an hour later, it was time for Solange to take Jaja’s medication to his room. When she arrived at the room, her body instantly became cold and numb. She managed to administer the treatment she came to do and sat close to the bed afterwards.

For about 20 minutes, Solange just stared at Jaja without uttering a word. She watched him as he lay helplessly on the bed. After sitting close to him for a while, she managed to say something. “Hello, can you hear me? I don’t know if you can but I want you to know that I will be praying for you. It’s been a very long time you have been away from your family and loved ones, I know we just met not too long ago but I genuinely want the best for you. I believe you would wake up very soon. So many nurses have come and gone, with you still being here but that wouldn’t be the case for me. I believe you will leave here before I do because I won’t leave till you do. I join your family, loved ones and doctors to root for you to come back to this world because your presence has been greatly missed by those that love you. I believe you have been with God long enough so I guess it’s time to come back home. It’s time for me to get off duty but I will see you tomorrow OK. Bye bye!” she warmly said and gently rubbed his hands. That day was the beginning of something hopeful and all we can do is keep our fingers across and hope for a miracle.

The next day, Solange was super excite to arrive at the hospital because she had someone she felt obligated to talk to everyday. The first thing she did was to clean Jaja up and apply the necessary cream that needed to be applied to prevent bed sore. After cleaning him up, she gave him food through pipe and made sure he looked neat and fresh.

When David arrived that day to check up on his son, Solange wasn’t present but David felt a huge difference in his son’s appearance but didn’t know who to give the credit for such good job. All through the time David came visiting, Solange didn’t meet him because she had other things to do in other wards. Till the man left, he didn’t know who was behind his son’s sudden glow up. Other previous nurses did a good job when grooming Jaja but Solange’s own was remarkable and different; you could tell she did it with her whole heart

Everyday, Solange would read the Bible and other uplifting religious books to unconscious Jaja. She would interact and talk to him as though she was having a conversation with someone that could reply her back. She bought nice robes for him that would be more comfortable than that ones the hospital provided. Each time Jaja’s parent or sister came around, they usually noticed one new pleasing thing or the other. It got to a point where they couldn’t hold back their excitement any longer and had to ask one of the doctor’s what was going on.

“Hello Doctor, how is everything over here?” Jaja’s mum asked one day she visited with her husband and Kiki. “Well, we are doing great; we are only waiting for a miracle soon on your son’s behalf” the doctor said and everyone sighed in agony. As they talked about Jaja’s condition, Kiki chipped in; “Yes, I have been meaning to ask, my brother looks extremely nice and well taken care of these days, what’s the secret?” she asked and her parents concurred. The doctor smiled warmly and reminded them that the hospital was known for outstanding care and quality experience but they still insisted that something was just different this time around. Due to the fact that the doctor wasn’t aware of what Solange had been doing in secret, he waived the topic by telling them that Jaja was in great hands and nothing more.

In order not to push the conversation any further, Jaja’s parent and sister let the whole thing slide, but they still knew deep down that something was just different. Too bad they were never fortunate enough to meet Solange whenever they came around.

Day after day, Solange continued in her good deeds towards Jaja and as time went by, she began to put him in serious prayers and even fasted severally because of him. For some reasons unknown, Solange carried Jaja’s case on her head as though she had known him a long time ago. She was the friend he never had and that last straw of hope to prove that humanity still exist.

Whenever Solange was in for night duty, she would read the Word of God (Bible) to him and other interesting books that were uplifting. Whenever she read, she would laugh and make gestures as though she was talking to a person that could hear and respond to her. Maybe Jaja could hear her because he was definitely still inside that body that seemed lifeless and numb.

Most days, Jaja would move his body slightly and Solange will jump up in excitement just for that happiness to come crushing when it dawns on her that there was nothing more to it. However, it gave the optimistic lady hope that someday, he would open his eyes and come back to a world that was slowly forgetting about him. Solange told her superior about the movements and they informed his parents about what seemed like a good news. With all that were happening, everyone’s dead faith began to revive little by little because it seemed like there was light at the end of the dark tunnel.

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MIRACLES: A Short Story

Episode 1

Miracles are more real than anything you can currently see or touch, but it’s quite unfortunate that some people still don’t believe that extraordinary things can happen in an ordinary world. This tale will open the eyes of many to the realness of Miracles. Are you ready? Well, I hope you are because this is one of a kind.

Several years back, a prominent and powerful man in the society had two beautiful kids; a boy and a girl. David was his name and he was married to only one wife name Esther. These two highly influential couple were blessed with two kids and they pampered their children more than you could ever imagine. The names of their kids were Jaja and Kiki.

Before the age of eight, Jaja and Kiki had landed properties of their own that were bought in their names.Their birthdays were always a show of wealth display because David and his wife usually went over the top to spoil their kids whenever it was their birthdays. Kiki was the envy of so many girls at that age, same with her brother Jaja. They were spoilt and never lacked anything they ever wanted.


Saying that David’s kids were born with a silver spoon is an understatement because their standard of living was much more than a regular rich man. Life so smiled at David’s family to the extent that they became a prayer point and reference for other people seeking to experience the good side of life.

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Years passed and Jaja slowly approached 10 years old. For his 10 years birthday, David was ready to paint the town Red and Blue and shut it down if possible. An event planner was hired to make that day a memorable one indeed and invitations began to reach the hands of fellow wealthy men in the society who were the couple’s friends.That day was designed to be a great one indeed but something drastic happened that very day that changed the lives of the wealthy family and turned their smiles to tears.

On that beautiful day, Jaja was so happy for this 10th birthday and went playing with his elder sister Kiki. Prior to that day, Jaja received a pre-birthday gift from his dad and it was a cute bicycle. The little boy was extremely happy with his gift and couldn’t wait to go for a ride the next day. On that fateful day he went for a ride, the gateman wasn’t close by so the kids were left alone to play in the massive compound with no guardian to watch them and make sure they were safe.

“Kiki, push it to go faster!” Jaja said with so much excitement as he drove the bicycle, “Let me drive, let me drive too!” Kiki desperately voted out, “Push me first, you will drive after me” he said and they continued their play. Few minutes into the bicycle ride, something sad happened.

It turns out that there was a slide pavement around the main entrance of the gate so while Kiki pushed Jaja with so much energy, the bicycle sped up and went very fast. Unable to gravitate well, the bicycle jammed the wall with full speed and Jaja hit his head on the hard concrete wall near the gate. Immediately the incident happened, he fell on the hard floor with force and instantly became unconscious.

As Jaja unconsciously laid on the floor, blood began to drip from his head, nose and ears. When Kiki saw that her brother was bleeding and wasn’t responding to her attempt to revive him, she burst into tears and ran inside the house to alert her parents on what was happening. “Daddy! Mummy! Jaja is not waking up, blood is on his body…Come please, Come!” she soberly said.

The look on Kiki’s face was enough to tell that there was serious fire on the mountain. Before she was even done talking, everyone rushed outside to see what was happening and saw Jaja lying helplessly on the hard floor. Esther almost collapsed due to the shock she felt that very moment; “What happened to my son? Get the car! Get the car!” she screamed. The driver drove one of the cars to the scene and they headed to the hospital with immediate effect. Kiki stay back home and wasn’t allowed to follow her parents to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, David and Esther was nervous and scared of the unknown because Jaja was still very much unconscious. They tried to revive him by shaking his body or calling his name but all to no avail. The blood never stopped dripping from his head, nose and ears. After about 20 minutes, they arrived at their family hospital and Jaja was rushed to the emergency ward with immediate effect. A doctor was contacted and treatment began instantly to revive the unconscious little boy whose birthday was unfortunately that very day but all effort yielded no tangible results.

It’s been over an hour since a whole medical team of qualified professionals have been trying to revive the little boy but all efforts proved abortive. After several hours, they became tired and resorted to the reality that Jaja was in a Coma state. They put him on oxygen because he wasn’t breathing well on his own. When they were done, Jaja was transferred to another ward and had lots of machines plugged to his body to sustain and keep him alive while still in Coma. After a fruitless day, one of the doctor’s called the couple to his office to break the unfortunate news to them.

“Firstly, I want you to calm down and not panic because this isn’t the end of the road. Your son is doing fine but we haven’t been able to revive him yet. He sustained a serve injury in the brain and it isn’t looking too good. There’s still hope that he might wake up anytime from now so there isn’t any need to feel too sad or hopeless. Your son has been transferred to another ward and breathing with the aid of an oxygen. Don’t worry too much, just take everything to God in prayers and keep your faith alive” the doctor said with a warm comforting smile on his face. The couple thanked the doctor for his assurance that Jaja was in good hands. David told the doctor to do everything within his power to make sure that his son wakes up from Coma and comes back to consciousness, no matter the amount of money involved. The doctor told them to go home and come back the next day in hopes of a good news. The couple thanked him once more and left.


Before leaving the hospital, David paid a hug sum of money to the hospital for a professional medical doctor to visit Jaja’s room every 10 minutes to check up on him since they were leaving. The hospital appointed one of their best doctor to keep an eye on the unconscious boy.

What a sad way for that beautiful day to end. A day that was supposed to mark a new age in the life of the obedient little boy. The exorbitant birthday party that was meant to be the talk of the town sadly had to be cancelled. A phone call was put through to everyone that was invited to inform them of the sad news. The disappointed and shocked guests shared in their pain and assured the couple that Jaja was going to be alright before the next day. “Amens” were said at the end of every good prayer by the disappointed guests.

All through the remaining hours of that sad day, David, Esther and Kiki never stopped sobbing and praying. The atmosphere was filled with sad vibes and negative energy because no one stopped crying. David called the hospital every now and then to get updates on Jaja’s health but the sad news still remained the same. It was such a terrifying day for that family but despite the fear and tension, they still had hope that everything would be alright the next day. Well, if only they knew what lied ahead. Sad!

First thing the following day, Esther was at the hospital to watch over her son and see how he was faring. She hoped that things would have gotten better by then but it only got worse than the day before. It broke her heart greatly to see her son lying helplessly on his bed; too bad she couldn’t do any other thing than stare at him. The nurses and doctors came in occasionally to administer treatment to the little boy. After about three hours later, David arrived at the hospital to see how things were going. It broke his heart to find out that Jaja’s revival couldn’t be determined by any person but God. They kept their faith alive and hoped for a miracle to take place.

Episode 2 will be posted this evening.