After Demola left remorseful, I came back weeping. I felt depressed. I went to the room, I mean my bedroom throwing clothes, scattering my shoes, picking my pillow, throwing on the wall, I kept on throwing tantrums, weeping profusely. No one to talk to presently because I didn’t feel like bumping into my neighbours to discuss a thing. She needed her privacy too. I felt like doing something crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked my phone and dialed, it was Paul. I knew I was wrong, so I cut the call.Thinking it was a missed call I knew he felt I was genuinely calling not knowing I had changed my mind in repentance. I picked his call. “Hey boy,” I said jokingly trying to hide my pain. “It seems you need me, something tugging at your heart, and need to get it off your chest. Behold your gist mate. I’m all your tonight, let’s go for a ride. I’ll come to pick you.” Thirty minutes after he came in with a gladdene
“Can we please forgive ourselves?” Demola had called. The mom had been on his neck concerning the wedding. “I need to visit her and get to know her. I had said.”Demola took a break from the office and so did I. we travelled home to see his people. I was curious to know if I would be accepted by his mom. I needed to please her. I had to change my look to look more mature, took clothes that would cover my body properly. I wouldn’t want a mother-in-law that would be looking at me disgustingly because of my style of dressing. I was conscious of my looks based on what I heard him say about her. She is a strict disciplinarian, a teacher in secondary school, a no-nonsense woman. She was a matron in her college for several years before she retired to begin a clothing business, which is her own.She takes care of girls in the boarding hostel. She never tolerates indecent dressing. She flogs disobedient students. She had zero tolerance for skimpy dress
I was surprised to see Mrs. Martina, my neighbor coming in with fried rice and peppered chicken. “All these for me?” I said. “Sure, you are so much loved, here, take them. Tell me, how were your mother-in-law and his siblings?” I chortled, “you love chatting.’ She cackled. “I knew you are eager to hear my story. I’m glad to inform you that my mother-in-love is a golden mother and my golden adviser. She is one in a million, cordial, generous, charming, cool, and collected.” “I’m delighted to hear that. You even call her mother-in-love, not mother-in-law. You have a cordial relationship then. Keep it up, girl. Did I hear you well? You said she is your golden adviser.” “Sure, she is my good neighbor, can you believe she said, men are prostitute and I need to watch and pray for him?” “o yea!” (Mrs. Martina) “as if she knows her son has weakness of ladies, she recommended good behavior towards him. Wisdom in talking to him and never giving a little space for the devil. That woman was jus
“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.He sat me down and asked me the reasons why we should take a vacation and do our shopping in Dubai? I went nearer, sat very close to him, use my hand to caress his hair, then romantically whispered to his ears, "My dear Diamond, my gem, my love l heard about Dubai city in the United Arab Emirates, and I know it's good to do my
I felt Demola was not happy with me. There was a kind of dark cloud I was sensing. I felt uneasy. It's as if I matched a poisonous snake unknowingly and wait for it to bite me anytime. Something warns me he will revenge or strike when I m not expecting it. He looked at me narrowly and said, "and who will be your chief bridesmaid may I ask" He said it as if testing me. I said one of my friends on campus, not particular. He kept on looking at me and said," why not your recent friend, Monica? " I did not know when I started pleading with him not to do it. He shook his head and said, " If I could obey you, then I do not see any reason for you to throw away my suggestion as your future husband. Think about it. We are laying a foundation and it must be solid. I will watch to see if you would be willing to please me." " Does it mean you are paying me back in my coin? I knew it, you have not forgiven me. Anyway, it is well." He looked at me and picked me up in his big strong arms and carrie
"Be careful, kid sis, be very careful, I perceive that lady is not ordinary. She came in like an amiable, charming lady, behaving like the opposite of Mabel. She is highly deceptive. Never underrate her power". My sister Janet spoke with a burden. I had told her what was happening to me. She felt so bad about the whole episode. To have a chief best that is an enemy. You must be friendly with her as much as possible. Use her skill to get her. Repay her with her weapon of fake love. Be very good to her with your eyes wide open. Love your husband and always seduce him to keep off flirts like her. Take him by good surprises, like hugging him, kissing him passionately, seducing him from time to time, Spice your marriage, baby girl.Mrs. Martina asked me about the latest developments and I had to relate things to her. She told me plainly that I need to pray and act appropriately if I want the marriage to last. I must never forget to fight for my man. She told me one of her expe
"Nooo, this is not happening," I can not believe that a day to my wedding, I would find my own chief best on top of my husband having fun. I caught Monica and Demola in his office having the nicest of time, engrossed in their world. I woke up to find myself in the hospital. I was told I fainted. Demola rushed me to the hospital and called my neighbor, Mrs. Martina. She was with me till I woke up. "Thank God, you are okay now. I was so much afraid. Your mom and sister are at home. I was wondering why he doesn't want them to know. My neighbor asked what went wrong then I recollected seeing Monica and my own man making love right there in his office. I was so shocked and the rest is history. " Do you think it is right to go ahead with this marriage?" She shook her head and told me not to back out but to win the battle. I kept on thinking if I could win the battle. Everything happened for a purpose she said. It is all for your learning. Go ahead and learn. Marriage is a place of c
I kept on hearing the words, "Move on, your mess will become your message. Your tests will turn to testimony.". till I slept off."We now pronounced them, husband and wife, and he that God has joined together let no man put asunder. Behold, the latest couple in town.". The pastor pronounced with his deep and husky voice to the amusement of all the attendees. Amidst clappings, cheering, and so much excitement, was a lonely woman called Jennifer. I felt alone suddenly. So much to discuss on my wedding day. I woke up to the sound of music from my friends, and sisters. They all surrounded me with beautiful songs on their lips. Their motive was to make me happy. I had to dress up fast because I woke up late. The makeup artist was there doing her job of painting on my face while friends kept on cheering. Cameras we're on. Everyone wants to capture the delectable face of the bride and put it on social media. Jokes flying left and right. It was fun. When I ventured to put on my lovel