“I can’t take this anymore, Commy I need to tell you what is happening in my family.” My sister called through phone informing me of her husband's escapades. She had tried to keep it to herself but now she is going nuts. She needed someone she could confide in. she told me that friends can betray trust. “I had wanted to share with one of my friends but I couldn’t. She cannot be trusted with such sensitive things. She may end up discussing with other friends and before you know it, the whole world would have heard. I just want to be very careful. I have heard of friends that took advantage and use it against the said woman destroying the marriage completely. I don’t want to destroy my home. I believe I’m a builder, not a destroyer.” She said. “I’m learning my sister, but why not tell your pastor, who will counsel the two of you or you can go to a professional counselor. I just feel I’m too young to do anything.”

“Look where you are going madam,” a tall strange man said in his deep husky voice. He is looking every inch an Arabian, nature born of Dubai possibly. He looked like a prince with a lovely turban and golden chain on his neck, with a golden ring on his fingers. “a penny for your thought,” he continued, “you are oblivious of your environment and seem lost in thought. What could a beautiful lady be doing alone in this city? Are you with a chaperon or shall I say a husband?” I kept on looking at him from his head to his toes.I had bumped into this wealthy-looking man and he kept on asking questions with no reply. When it seems I was not ready, he left me and went far away to sit down viewing me from afar.My husband, Barry booked a flight for me online paying for two weeks' holiday to sort out myself and be relieved from the depression that had settled in after being caught sleeping with maids on different occasions. I had wanted to divorce

I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing on the bed, feeling a little bit dizzy, went to have a cold bath to cool my nerves. I decided to call my Smith. Calling from Metropolitan hotel in Dubai “am I talking to Mr. Smith Collins?” “Who are you, calling on Smith this ungodly hour?” “You’re lost long friend, Labby baby.” I said. Smith rushed to the toilet to receive the call, away from his wife that was sleeping noisily on the bed. She is good at snoring, since she gave birth to two, she developed this irritating habit of snoring, could it be because she has put on some weight? He was excited to hear my voice. He said, “Labby baby, how are you doing? You are married aren’t you, what are you doing in Dubai, have you gone there to shop or you're living there?” I replied, “Too many questions, at the same time, I’m sorry I called, I couldn’t sleep, just felt like calling to greet. Just want to tell you that I stil

“Welcome home mom,” my children came in jumping, then the hug. I missed home; my children and I think I missed Barry too. He had come to pick me at the airport. He collected my luggage and took them to the car. He couldn’t hug, he was sober. We never behaved as if we are married. I kept mute, not talking. He had to break the silence as we drove home. “You look refreshed and settled. How was your trip?” “Fine and how are you doing?” I asked dispassionately. “We missed you so much.” He spoke cautiously. “I hope we will put all these things behind us and move forward. Shall we?” he continued. “I hope so too,” I replied.Later in the day, we were able to talk heart to heart with him. I told him I had forgiven him but he should never take me for granted again. He should give me respect. We agreed to get a housemaid for weekends, an elderly lady will be most appropriate. I told him to go and conf

“Who the hell are you? Get out of here now! What nerve? What impudence!” the lady kept on the railing at me. I felt humiliated, ashamed of myself. I ran as fast as my legs can carry me, out of the hotel. I got a cab and went home into my waiting room. I felt relieved and safe. I dare not tell my sister the insult I received from this lady. So Rob planned this evil against me. We became close friends again. After the initial reconciliation, we were almost meeting day by day, and then I was on holiday so I had all the luxury to be with him as just a friend. He keeps me happy, and I was very much relieved. He wanted to please me and I let him in. moreover, he tells me great stories that got me hooked. Stories full of lessons to learn. There was this time he told me about a particular story about Winston Churchill again.Winston Churchill went to his former high school, his Alma matter. He was to give a speech to the student as a prime minister and a very pop