Accidental Sidechick

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This is a story of that awkward moment when you realize you’ve been parading yourself as a peacock when you are actually a chick. A side chick.

2012 was a rocky year for me in the dating circle. I made up my mind to stop dating regular boys and go for “church” boys instead. Maybe, just maybe they will have small sense. Little did I know that the devil wasn’t ready to get his hands off my case. He carefully wrapped one of his agents in the guise of a church boy and sent him my way.

A hungry me was walking down to the hostel one night when I heard angels singing. For a second, I thought we were experiencing pre-rapture performance. Except that the singing was coming from one man. Or should I say guy? I silently wowed at how sonorous his voice was and continued my waka. Then I heard, “excuse me.” I turned and behold, it was the heavenly-voiced choir master himself. “You look familiar.” He said. At this point, I had no idea that was one of the hottest pick up lines in town. So I smiled like a fish and told him he had mistaken me for someone else. He then told me his name, said he was on his way to fellowship and collected my number. That night he called me and I was in heaven. I kept fantasizing about how good looking he was; his shiny-fair complexion, his jet-black “jerry curls”, and lord…those pink lips.

This devil is a wicked devil sha. Knowing fully well fine guys were my weakness, he sent one my way and blocked all forms of reasoning in me. In a week, I had followed him to Sunday service, Holy Communion, Tuesday prayer meeting, Thursday cell meeting and even Saturday choir practice. He would call me every morning to know if I had read the devotional he gave me and at night to remind me to pray before I sleep. I fell yakata for this guy. Did I mention he was also the church pianist and a gospel musician? I had found my prince charming! or so i thought.

The next week was Easter so we went to a popular park here in Lagos. I can never forget that evening as we sat in the grass watching the kids play around. I was low-key choosing our baby names. J.M passed his phone to me. “Pick one.” He said. I looked at it. he had written, “I want you to be my; friend, sister, best friend, girlfriend, lover.” “Finally,” I screamed in my head. I deleted the rest and left “girlfriend”. Uncle smiled and then kissed me. It was at this point yours truly lost her last bit of common sense.

The week after, I invited him to my place. My mum has met virtually all my boyfriends (which by the way is a really high number. Right now, she’s tired of me and thinks i’m not serious with my life. shrugs.) I was also planning a birthday bash for my 20th birthday and by default, my new found, upcoming-artiste boyfriend said he would perform on that day. I was swoon.

Two days later was the day breeze was blown and we saw the yansh of fowl. I had no idea what pushed me to his Facebook page. I kept on scrolling and scrolling, reading the comments and all. There was nothing to see yet I didn’t stop. Then I saw a comment. “I miss you baby.” My heart was beginning to do tum-tum. The FBI in me would not allow it rest so I slid into her inbox and messaged her. “Wow, are you and J.M dating?” she replied, “yes”. Alarms went off in my head. I called J.M and asked him who J.F was. He said she was his brother’s fiend in Kano who liked him but they only spoke once. He was so convincing that I was mad at her for trying to snatch my boyfriend. So I went back to her inbox and told her to leave my boyfriend alone. I was busy flexing chest for a boyfriend that wasn’t even up to a week old! Are they not doing me like this? Then she dropped the bombshell. They had been dating for 8 months. Funkeeee!!!! Aye mi temi bami. I did not know when my eyes turned to water factory.

I left home for school (school was on break though), cancelled my birthday plans without telling anyone why. From there, I gathered all the party money and traveled to Ife without my parents knowing. I was trying to run away from the heartbreak and needed a new environment. The next day after I arrived in OAU, I was in the café checking my last semester’s result when I saw J.F had posted something on my Facebook wall. She went to my wall to call me all sort of names, said she had spoken to J.M and he told her I was the one who forced myself on him. To add insult to the injury, she ended with “Thank you for taking care of my man while I was gone. Now I’m back, you can leave.” I was on a call and the moment I read it, the phone in my hand fell and scattered on the floor. The guy beside me kept asking, “Are you okay?” I couldn’t say a word. The betrayal of trust combined with the insults just hit me where it hurt the most. My water factory started running again. “Is it your result? Was it bad?” He had heard me talking about it with my friend over the phone. I shook my head no. “Then what is it? Why are you crying?” Like a zombie, I pointed at my Facebook wall. I still couldn’t find the words to say. I sat there, mummified as he helped me gather the pieces of my phone, logged me out of the computer and took me by the hand. I couldn’t even feel my legs as we walked out of the cafe.

The guy then took me to a cafeteria, bought me zobo and doughnut, gave me time to recuperate then patiently listened to my story. He went on to spend the whole day with me (lol. I’m going to write a spin off about this cos it was magical). It took me a while to recover from the experience. I had never felt that level of betrayal before. I was heartbroken, I was shocked, I was disappointed. If I can be duped by a church boy, biko who could I trust? He’s the reason I have never stepped into any branch of his church again. I also stopped trusting church boys especially those who have “jerry curls”. Hahahaha.

Have you ever been in such situation? Either as a side chick or side dude? How did you find out? How did you respond to it?

Please, share your experience in the comments.

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Death by Train

“Death by train.” This is what would have been making the rounds among my friends after the news of my death has broken out.

This happened when I was in my year two in college. I had this crazy friend I was always rolling around school with. One day, he suggested we took the train from Yaba to Agege instead of taking Iyana-Ipaja bus from Jibowu. He told me we had to get there by 6pm and he assured me we would get seats on the train. I was really excited about the thought of entering a train because that was going to be my first time plus I love adventures. I had began to imagine me climbing the stairs with grace, cat walking down the aisle, sitting by the window (I love window seat any day), enjoying the view all through the ride blah blah. I had forgotten I wasn’t in Yankee. Too much reading has instilled some kind of mindsets in me. In my early days of writing, I had people telling me my writing was too western. Na them sabi. 😂😂😂

Anyways, back to the gist. We got there by some minutes past six and the train hadn’t arrived. I was bubbling, pacing the side of the tracks, stretching my neck to see when my express train would come carry me off to wonderland. Yinmu. When people began to speed off the tracks, grabbing their wares and stuff, I realised the train was approaching. I was busy grinning from ear to ear. Only for the train to arrive and we started hearing, “no space, no space”.

That was the first time of seeing a train up close and people were hanging out from every hole, sitting on the train and stuff. I looked at my friend like, “Uhn, are we expecting another one.” He then said we should go take a regular bus but I insisted I wanted to follow the train since we were already there. We managed to secure a spot by the door, barely holding on to anything. I was scared but I was forming hard, hard guy. 🤣🤣🤣As soon as the train started running, I knew I had made the worst decision of my life. I am scared of heights and hanging off a moving train was like a death sentence.

Somewhere along the journey, two guys in front of me started arguing. One was the fare collector, the other, a passenger. The argument got really heated and the next thing I heard was “ma ti iya subu kuro ninu train yi.” Meaning I will push you out of this train. 😲😲😲 Ehn? Push keh. You people should not try to be unfortunate. This guy was directly in front of me and pushing him would mean me falling out. They started exchanging blows and like play, like play the fare collector started to push this guy. It was then I realized I was the one in the unfortunate position. 🙆🙆🙆I didn’t have a strong grip. My friend too wasn’t standing in a very good spot. If I slip, no one would be able to grip me. I started wondering if it’s just my legs the train would crush or my whole body. In my mind I started crying. Is this how I would just die like that? Why didn’t I go and pursue my normal danfo? 😭😭😭

I started shouting, people around me were also trying to calm the two men down. But you know Agberos. If they haven’t drawn blood, they would not rest. I could feel my feet slipping from the edge. I had to pray to God to save me from the two mad men who didn’t seem to care that they were about to kill someone’s daughter. They eventually stopped fighting and we got to agege not too long after. I was too traumatized I couldn’t even say a word. My evil friend was just laughing at me. It wasn’t even funny and I have done idea why he found any of it funny. I could have died! 😡😡😡 At that moment I was too shocked to be upset.

I’ve never stepped foot in a train since then. Emi ko.

What’s your worst experience using a public transport system?

The Messenger

Chief Edgar leaned back in his chair as he listened to the other person on the line. It was a typical busy day for him and the fact that he paid people to monitor his numerous projects didn’t stop him from getting involved personally. Sometimes you’d wonder why he bothered. He was speaking to his clearing agent at the Apapa sea port and as usual, illegal transactions were taking place.
“You’ve given me your word that custom will not intercept my container, bah?”
“Yes sir.” The voice responded. “As a matter of fact, they will have no clue what we are bringing into the country.” Chief laughed, his big stomach bobbing up and down behind the finely polished olive table.
“It’s alright. I will see you.” That was another way of saying, “payment is coming your way.”
Chief ended the call and smiled to himself. To the world, he was a prominent business man who imported furniture parts and put them together to be sold. Only few people really knew that his major source of income was by importing arms and ammunition and selling them to the same rebel groups he would go on TV to condemn. He began to invest his blood money in various companies just to cover up for his increasing wealth. To the world, he was a staunch Christian who did all he could to move the “ministry” forward, mostly financially. He had to turn down a title in church because it would have ruined his chance of picking up a chieftaincy title, one he now boldly displayed. But only few people knew that he had a fetish for taking advantage of small boys sexually. No one dared to come out and speak against him because of who he was. He was the type of man that could make a whole village disappear in the blink of an eye.
As he scrolled down the pedophilia website he had secretly joined, he began to feel a bulge in his pants. Little did he know people had been watching.
* * * *
Caleb sat in the well air conditioned reception. He locked eyes with the receptionist for the umpteenth time. He gave her a smile, which was getting weaker with each encounter. If only she knew how thrown off he was by the grand exposure of her ample bosom. He was tempted to take off his jacket and cover her up but she could end up trying to seduce him in the process. He shook his head and patted the hidden pocket in his suit to be sure the message he brought was still there. He was nervous. This was going to be a tough one but it had to be done. He had no idea why he had been chosen when there were bigger guys in the game. “It’s your chance to do something big for the organization.” the boss had said. He looked at the two huge security agents standing by the double doors to the office and cleaned the perspiration off his forehead. He was beginning to lose morale. I hope I survive this, he thought.

* * * *

Chief Edgar looked at his limited edition rose gold Rolex wristwatch. He had twenty minutes before going for a lunch meet. Then he recalled a certain gentleman had requested his presence and had termed it urgent. He picked up his intercom.
“Hello sir.” He loved to hear the voice of his receptionist. If not that he didn’t mix business with pleasure, he would have…
“Yes, that young man, is he still there? ”
“Yes sir.”
“And he still hasn’t told you why he is here? ”
“No sir.”
He paused.
“Alright. Send him in.”

* * * *

“You can go in. ”
Calen sighed in relief and thanked her. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest. If this deal went wrong, that was it for his company. Everybody was going down. He tried to smile at the two gentlemen but the scowl on their faces was enough to turn a man to stone. He swallowed the lump in his throat and gently pushed the double doors.

* * * *

“Ah… You are the one looking for me. ”
“Yes sir.” Caleb replied, hoping Chief didn’t notice his nervousness by the crack in his voice.
“Sit.”
He sat and with shaky hands brought out the tiny black box in his pocket. Chief didn’t take a look at it instead he kept his gaze on him. Caleb was beginning to get uncomfortable. He had heard rumours that Chief Edgar “liked” Little boys and did nasty things to them. He hoped the old man wasn’t thinking that way with him. He cleared his throat and Chief snapped back to reality.
“So erm,… ” He pointed at the black box.
“Well, sir I called you a while ago and told you about a device that can make your business transactions go smoother with little or… ”
Chief cut in. “Oh… That was you. Impressive. So how does it work?”
“I have to stand next to you to show you sir.”
Chief Edgar smiled. He liked the idea of a young body next to his. He wanted to catch a closer whiff of the scent that had been drifting into his nose since the young man walked in.
“Okay.”
Caleb picked up the box and walked over to the other side of the table. He opened the box to reveal a tiny injection containing a green liquid.
“But how does this… ”
In a swift and accurate move, Caleb picked up the needle and jabbed Chief Edgar in the neck. He covered the old man’s mouth with his hand in order to muffle his choking sounds. When he was sure Chief was dead, he turned his seat towards the big windows with his back facing the entrance. He pulled out a tape recorder and began to play it, increasing the volume enough for someone outside the door to hear it. It was a phone conversation between Chief and another person that had been recorded. Caleb knew that by the time the recording played out and the big wolves begin to suspect something, he would be long gone.

* * * *

As Caleb stepped out of the office, he had a huge smile on his face.
“How did it go?” The big breasted receptionist asked.
“As I expected it would.”
She gave him thumbs up. “Congratulations.” She slid a paper to him, containing her contact. “Call me” She mouthed. Caleb smiled. He was tempted to cup her face and tell her, “in few minutes, this would be the least of your worries”.
“Oh, Chief doesn’t want to be disturbed. He’s on a very important call.”

* * * *
As he stood in the elevator, watching the doors close, he took one last look at the operating ground of the tyrant known as Chief Edgar The head of the snake had been cut off. It was time to move in for the kill.

Night Shift

“Aunty, please help me. My brother is dying.”

Simi hastened her footsteps. Her boss had delayed her for another 30 minutes, eating into her time. Now she was running late and Caleb had called her three times in the last ten minutes. She winced as her feet hurt in her tight 2-inches heel. She blamed herself for not wearing more comfortable shoes. But then, she had a major presentation at work that was to determine her career advancement. It had been a major success and she could already smell her promotion letter.

“Aunty please, help us.”

She slowed her pace partly because her feet were really beginning to hurt and partly because she couldn’t bear to ignore the poor girl any longer. She could hear the pain in her tiny voice. She turned to the little girl who had her head bowed. She couldn’t be more than 7,8 years old. The mass of hair on her head seemed to have caked from what seemed like months of negligence. Draped over her was what was left of what would have been an oversized shirt; its original color, long lost. Her feet were heavily covered in dust and bare. She heard her sniffing and it tugged at her heart.

“What did you say your problem was?”

The little girl’s head remained bowed. “It’s my little brother. He’s lying sick in a corner and I’m afraid he won’t last the night.”

Simi looked at the throng of people rushing home after a hard day at work. She wondered why the girl had chosen her and gritted her teeth. She didn’t look anything close to a doctor; not with her mid-length, body fitting gown that accentuated her curves. She smiled at the possibility that the girl chose her because she looked rich. But the smile faded when she realized rich people don’t trek and hassle for a bus in a crowded bus stop at the close of work. Her phone began to ring in her purse. She didn’t need to check to know it was Caleb calling again.

“What do you want me to do now?”

“Please, just come with me and take a look at him.”

She tapped her feet impatiently. She was torn between leaving the girl on the streets and helping her. But she couldn’t get the thought that someone might die because of her out of her head. If her brain wasn’t tugged at by pain receptors, she would have realised the unkempt street begger oddly spoke impeccable English.

“Take me to him.”

Simi followed the little girl as she turned and led her back the way she was coming from. She wished the girl would walk faster. The pain shooting up her feet was becoming unbearable. Almost immediately, the little girl turned into a tiny path between two buildings. She craned her neck and couldn’t see anyone in the distance. Night was beginning to draw near and she was afraid she was being lured into a trap. She could get robbed, raped or even worse. Just when she was about to change her mind and turn back, she heard the sound of a child whimpering. It was a cry of somebody in pain. They got to the end of the path and the girl turned right, leading her to the back of one of the buildings. It was full of junk and judging by the state of the building, it was apparent that it had been abandoned for a while.

The little girl pointed. “He’s in there.”

Right in between two tires was a human form wrapped in heavy, dirty clothe. The girl stepped aside, letting Simi know she wanted her to take a look at her sick brother. Simi squatted and with two fingers, carefully lifted the corner of the basket. What she saw made her fall back. There was indeed a small boy underneath but his chest had been torn open and most of his organs missing. She heard a cackling laugh and slowly stood up, afraid to turn for the fear of what she might see. From the corner of her eye, she could see a shadow rising against the walls. She finally turned and her scream was caught in her throat. The little girl was no longer there. Warm liquid drizzled down from between her legs as she stared at the sight before her. There was no place to run.

“Please.” She said. But she knew that was only in her head as fear had paralyzed her tongue and every other part of her body. She felt a yank in her mid-section and saw the creature put in her mouth what looked like a string of sausages. She ran her hand across her stomach and realized there was a gaping hole.

She fell down in a heap and with tears running down her face, she thought of Caleb. Caleb, her boyfriend of nine months had popped the big question the night before and had convinced her to fly out with him to a resort in Ghana the next morning. But she had turned him down so she could jump on the career opportunity that had presented itself. Instead, she had ended up as dinner to an organ-eating monster. As the light in her eyes dimmed, she watched as the creature once again returned to her normal human-girl self. She gave an evil grin as she covered Simi with the dirty clothes.

The last thing she heard were her footsteps growing distant. As the last bit of life left her, Simi knew the little girl was on a mission to find a new victim.

The Shadow Hunter

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It’s high time somebody developed an app that will allow people switch off their shadow when they want to because apparently, having a shadow is now a crime in Lagos. Some nights ago, my sister and I were rushing to catch a bus at new garage when she decided to stop by to price a pair of slippers. If you have spent ample time in Lagos markets, experience would teach you that you are not allowed to stand in front of someone’s “market” except you are buying something from them.

So, there I was standing next to the guy selling the slippers with my hands crossed across my chest when I heard, “Aunty, your shadow dey block my market.” Ehn? I turned and it was the guy selling okrika shoes on the right. I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

“Aunty, move now. Your shadow dey block my market.” At this point I was beginning to get pissed. I took a very good look at his “market” and just hissed. His wares had been spread on a very large sheet and I could barely see how my tiny shadow was deterring him from getting customers. It’s like this man was trying to give me a piece of his frustration. I turned my back to him. At this point, he started mumbling some words. I was tired of his drama.

“Oga, I no dey stand for the front of your market. Which one be my shadow dey block your market?”

“Move to the other side, your shadow dey block my market nao.” He was beginning to sound rude and then began to approach me. Does he want to beat me or what? I stood rooted like the tree planted by the rivers of water. I shall not be moved.

“I can stand wherever I want. I’m not in front of your market, so please stop harassing me.” He started speaking gibberish upon nonsense, raising his voice. Lagos people who don’t dull themselves had begun to tune their ears to the drama.

“Oga, no be here I go sleep. When we are done, I would leave. No dey talk to me anyhow.” The whole thing was so ridiculously funny because there was a whole lot of space in between the two displayed wears. Apparently, my shadow was standing in front of his market and that is also violation of market space. Lmao.

He then turned to the guy attending to my sister and started shouting at him. “You see wetin I dey talk now? I tell you say make you no arrange your market reach this place. Now, see as your customer shadow dey block my market.”

I was just laughing. Iru weyrey wo leleyi bayi? When I noticed he wanted to pick a fight with the other guy, I then switched to the other side to avoid unnecessary drama for the poor guy that had kept quiet all along. But that wasn’t enough to keep the shadow-hunter quiet. He kept shouting and popping neck veins. Other sellers had to plead with the slippers seller not to respond to him. I then signaled to my sister we should leave because we earlier witnessed two guys trying to stab themselves in another part of the market. I don’t have hypo to wash blood off my white top, biko.

See, people are just mad in this Lagos.

 

Small Stature na Bastard

*clears throat* Ermm, good day ladies and gentle moi moi. My name is Arike I am here to support the motion which says “small stature has done more harm than good.”

We are in the age and time where teenagers now look like they are in their thirties. Thanks to beauty trends and whatever it is they seem to be feeding on, we the original adults (with small stature) now have to endure being treated like teenagers. *rolling my eyes*

The other day, I was walking in the hood with my younger sister when we came across three boys on the road. If I’m to guess their ages, it would be between 15 and 17. The next thing I heard was, “Excuse me can I see you?” Ah! You did not see your age mate to toast, it’s your hanty you want to come and chyke? O ja mi lara je. Shame didn’t even let me even bother to put a face to the voice. My sister just kept laughing at me till we got home.

One evening like that, I was walking with this same sister of mine when one woman stopped her. The following conversation ensued.
“Ha…A, is this your younger sister?” Whaaat? The nonsense girl now responded.
“She’s my twin sister ” I gave her a if-I-whoze-you look. She then told the woman I was her older sister. That one just looked at me head to toe like I was a rat. Tscheew. It’s not your fault ma. If I had eaten beans when my dad said I should, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.

One time, I wasn’t allowed into a certain place because awon bouncers kept insisting I wasn’t up to 18. You need to see my friend and I doing power point presentation. Grudgingly, they let me in. I don’t even blame them. I was on low cut and was wearing tank top and jean. 😒😒😒

Last week a colleagues friend came around and we all left office past 9pm. I don’t know what gave him the impression that someone will pick me up and throw me in their pocket. Uncle decided to see me off to where I would get a bus which was in the opposite direction of where he was going. Like,…hian.

The one wey pain me pass, chai. I just finished a workshop filled mostly with middle aged people. While our HOD was grouping us, he saw it fit to group me with the teenagers in the class. Eskiss me sir, shey e mo age mi sha? One woman even had the audacity to open her mouth to call me small girl. Tscheww. Stupid le nonsense.

My mum thinks I should put on some weight so people would stop treating me like a small girl. Me that I’m even looking for weight to lose. E ti ri nkan nkan.

So, with these few angry points of mine, I hope I’ve been able to convince you and not to confuse you that small stature has done more harm than good. Thaink you.

Love and Illusions (Part 2)

“What is this?” I half shouted. He showed me another picture of Tade, a much younger version of him. This time, it was an obituary. I laughed. “What sort of expensive joke is this, young man? Don’t make me call security on you.”
He sighed. “I hate to be the one to break this to you ma’am but your husband is not who he claims to be.”
“What are you talking about? That man in the pictures is not my husband. Haven’t you heard of doppelgangers? My husband will be out any minute from now and we will have you charged for harassment.” I was beginning to break out in sweats. Tade still wasn’t coming forth. I looked back and locked eyes with the woman who accompanied the stranger. I saw pity in her eyes.
“I know it’s hard but you have to believe me. That man in there is not your husband. Kunle died ten years ago.”
I slapped my palm on the table. “Stop this madness right now! My husband is not Kunle!”
“Why do you think he hasn’t come out of the restroom? Its been how long? 5, 10 minutes?”
I could feel my pulse rising. Now I was mad at Tade. Why was he taking so long and making me face this madman alone. I looked towards the restroom area.
“He’s not coming back. Your husband is a living dead and once their cover is blown, they disappear.”
“You have lost your damn mind.” I was beginning to sweat profusely. I couldn’t come up with a reason why Tade hadn’t returned.
“Go see for yourself I you don’t believe me.” He stood up, waiting for me to make up my mind.
“The only reason I’d follow you is to make sure no harm has come to my husband.” As I stood up, he saw my stomach and recoiled.
“This cannot be.” I could see dread flash across his face. I scowled and pushed him out of the way. We got to the restroom and I stood aside waiting for him to go in and check on my husband. He went in and came out. No Tade.
“I told you he was gone. If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself.” With a racing heart, I reluctantly walked in and began to check the bathroom stalls one by one. They were all empty. Then I brought out my phone from by pocket and dialed his number. “The number you’ve called does not exist”. I shook my head. This must be a huge mistake. I tried his other line. Same response. My hands were beginning to shake. This can’t be happening.
“I think he left you a message.” I turned to him and followed the direction of his pointed hand. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I wasn’t shocked by the “I’m sorry” I saw scrambled across the mirror. It was something else. I stared at my reflection and ran my hand along my belly. It was…flat. I stumbled against the counter top.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Those were the last words I heard before my world went blank.

THE END

Love and Illusions (Part 1)

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I ran (literally) into Tade one morning when I was rushing to catch up with the staff bus. I had just been transferred to Abuja and I was still trying to get familiar with the environment. The contents of my bag had spilled out in the process and he must have picked up one of my cards because I received a call from him later in the day. I was initially upset about it but he calmed me down and convinced me to have lunch with him that weekend. He wanted to apologize for “running” into me and also promised to show me around town. He must have guessed I was new in town because my complimentary card still had my old Lagos office address.

Few months later, we started dating. I always told people he was God’s gift to me as I’d gone through a string of broken relationships. Tade was the answer to my prayers. It was almost too good to be true as I got everything I had always wanted in a relationship. I almost felt like I didn’t deserve it. Or maybe I did. After all the bozos I had to go through, I finally got my Boaz. Somebody pinch me!

I stared at my husband as I rubbed my protruding belly gently. We had come out for our six months anniversary and he seemed lost in the menu. According to him, he was so worried I would eat something that would affect me and the baby. I had reassured him we’d both be fine. But Tade can be paranoid, so I let him be. I watched as a couple approached, their arms locked. I smiled at them as they passed us by. They must be so in love. Just like me and my Tade. I noticed he was looking past my shoulders and turned. The couple had stopped and they were looking at my husband. He also had a quizzed look on his face. I watched as they approached our table.

“Kunle?” The man called, trying to get the attention of my husband who pretended to be engrossed in the menu. You’d think he was preparing for an examination. I came to the rescue.

“I’m sorry. My husband is Tade not Kunle.” At the mention of his name, he looked up, acting like he just noticed the strangers for the first time. I saw something flash in the eyes of the strange man.

“I’m sorry. You look so much like someone I once knew. My apologies. Enjoy your afternoon.” They both walked away, saying something between themselves.

“Baby…” He called, giving me the same smile that made me fall in love with him on our first date.

“Yes love.”

“Excuse me. I need to use the rest room.” He bent and gave me a kiss before leaving. I could feel our baby kicking with excitement. He probably couldn’t wait to come into the world and witness the love between daddy and mummy.

I looked at my wristwatch. It was five minutes since Tade had gone to the rest room. I began to feel uneasy. The guy from earlier approached our table. I clenched my fist as he sat where my Tade sat. Did he realize my husband could come back any minute? I withdrew my hand as I noticed he was staring at my wedding band.

“That’s your husband right?”

“Who are you and what do you want?” This man was beginning to bother me. Where is Tade?

“I don’t know if this is the right thing for me to do but…” He hesitated. “I need to show you something.” He brought out his phone and showed me a series of pictures. They were pictures of my husband. But the fact that a stranger had pictures of my husband wasn’t what made me almost have a mini heart attack. It was the fact that in every picture, he was with a different woman and they seemed to be taken at weddings. My husband, married to five different women!

To be continued.

One More Time

Tonye looked at the party crowd. They seemed to be having fun. She wasn’t. This was her first social outing in a while and Tara, her sister had practically dragged her along. She stirred her Chapman and cleared her throat. Tara looked up from her phone.
“Why did you bring me here when you’d rather pay attention to your phone?”she asked.
Tara smiled. “We are not joined at the hip you know. Go out there and mingle with the crowd.” She winked mischievously and added. “Remember, you are single.”

Tonye rolled her eyes and spun to face the bar man, giving him a plastic smile. She resorted to reading the names off the alcoholic drinks displayed on the shelf. Tara tapped her knee.
“I’d be back in a minute.”
“Suit yourself.” She responded, pulling out her phone from her purse. She wasn’t interested in the party and began to scroll through her Instagram feed. Tara returned shortly.
“There is someone I’d like you to meet.” She pulled the reluctant Tonye off the bar stool and half dragged her through the throng of bodies.
“You need to stop hooking me up with people. You always manage to get me the lame ones.” Tara chuckled and pulled her through the hotel lobby, towards an elevator. As they stepped in, Tara turned to her.
“Let me warn you though, this would come as a shock and maybe a surprise. But trust me, I mean well.”
The elevator chimed and they stepped out. Tonye looked confused when Tara pulled out a key card from her purse. They stopped in front of a room and Tonye stood in the hallway, reluctant to go in.
“Come on. Would I put you in danger?”
She walked in and noticed a man standing by the large windows, his back turned to them. She looked at Tara and mouthed.
“What’s going on?”
The man turned and Tonye froze.
* * * *
They had met about a year ago when he rammed into her car. She had collected his card so he’d pay her for the repairs. They got talking at the mechanic’s shop and realised they had quite a number of things in common. One date became two and that was how they began their love affair. Three months into their relationship, she had a run in with another woman who claimed she was pregnant with his child. She was devastated when he couldn’t boldly deny it. She walked away from the relationship and blocked all forms of communication. It’s been five months since then.

* * * *

“Gideon…” she said in a whisper. Anger flashed across her face as she turned to her sister. “How could you?”
Tara pleaded with her eyes. “Tonye, please just hear him out.”
“Tonye…” he began, his voice hoarse. “I’m sorry for all the pain i caused you. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
Tonye crossed her arms across her chest defiantly and ground her teeth in annoyance. He approached her and she scowled, stopping him in his tracks.
“Becky and I had broken up a week before i ran into you. And yes, we had one reckless moment but I promise, it wasn’t intentional.” He stopped, hoping to get a response. He looked at Tara for help. She shrugged.
“Why are you here?” Tonye’s voice croaked as she tried not to show any emotion.
“Becky was never pregnant. She found out about you and made up the pregnancy story as a sort of revenge.”
“Do you think I’m stupid? I saw her months later with a bump.” She looked at Tara. “I’m done with this foolishness.” She turned to leave.
“It was fake. She had been wearing a fake baby bump all the while.”
Tonye’s hand froze on the door knob. She slowly turned and this time, Gideon walked up to her, cupping her face in his hands.
“There was no baby.”
Tonye brushed his hands away. “But you slept with her didn’t you?”
“That was before you and I got serious but I’m sorry. Please, don’t walk away from me.”
Tara coughed. “I think i should leave you two now.” They stepped aside to make room for her. She winked at Gideon before shutting the door behind her
“Tonye, I love you. I’ve been miserable since you left. Please, come back.” He wiped a lone tear off her cheek.
“I’ve been so mad at you.”
“I know. But let’s put that behind us now.” They stood facing each other in silence.

“So, will you be my girlfriend for the second time?”
She chuckled. “You’d have to ram into my car one more time.”
They both laughed and he enveloped her in a tight embrace.

Fallen Petals

FALLEN PETALS

Every year, I’m reminded of what would have been.
Would you have turned out loving music like Jaye or picked up my artistry?
Would you have acquired his sense of humor or my raging temper?
Would you have loved chocolate like he did or coffee like I do?
Would you have inherited his chiseled cheeks or my chubby cheeks?
Would your room be littered with blue or splashed with pink?
Could you perhaps have been a twin?
These and many more I would never get to know.

I never had the chance to call you Alex or Maxine or Chrysolite; names I had chosen for you long, long ago.
Many nights I lay in bed, holding back my tears and hugging my pillow, wishing it was you.
As the years roll by, the heaviness in my heart seems to build up.
More so, considering the fact that I was the writer of my own fate.
I didn’t have to let you go but I did.
I’d never forget lying on that bed as they prepared to bring you out of my body.
A situation that was supposed to be a joyful moment.
Only you were just four weeks old and barely formed.

I wasn’t ready to be a mother and I took the easy way out.
Or so I thought.
But here I am, with thoughts of you clouding my head day in, day out.
I see other children and think of what would have been.
If only I could turn back the hands of time.
If only I could go back to tell my younger self not to run away from my responsibility.
Because ten years down the line without you, I’m still a mother.
Only that I’m a mother to a dead child.