Dear Mr. Husband (6)

Dear Mr. Husband (6)

September 15, 2002!

'Ahh haaaa!!! Its so painful! I can't take this anymore oh! I can't ! I can't! can't' I screamed in between breathe

I slapped Uche for the third time that morning and I knew he wasn't enjoying it. I was the one going through the pain and he had no idea what I was feeling. It was like all my bones were breaking at the same time.

'Ha!!! I screamed louder again! It was not getting easier at all and all Uche could do was hold my hands and say sorry baby, sorry!

I slapped him again, this time he wanted to protest, he looked at me and decided otherwise.

I was in real pain! Real labor pain. Our daughter was to arrive the next day but changed her mind and decided to come today, I had no idea she was such in a hurry to get here.

I had woken up in the middle of the night feeling restless and Uche had tried to calm me down,nothing was working. I decided to walk around a little and it happened.

My water broke!

Uche stood there speechless, starring at the water on the floor and looking at me.

I wanted to drag him to get up and do something, my pain made me just say muffle words.

I manage to scream out his name and ordered him to take me to the hospital.

I have never seen him this confused the way he was that night.

He suddenly didn't know where his shoes were or what he was to do altogether.

I laughed in my mind at the way he kept dancing around. I knew he couldn't do this alone, this was his first experience and been an only child he had never experienced any of it.

I had to call someone. I called his mom and she promised to be on her way any minute.

'Uche what are you doing?' I asked seeing him still going from place to place.

'Ada, to be honest eh, I don't even know what I'm doing'

I laughed out so loud that at first he was afraid, he soon joined in the laughter at himself.

Now I had something to use in teasing him back.

But the teasing may have to wait a while because our daughter was not waiting for anything.

Ah!!! I screamed holding my waist.

Soon his mom was around with a taxi she could get and I was rushed to the hospital were I registered for anti natal and was taken straight to the labor room.

It was a private hospital so Uche was allowed to stay with me for a while.
That's was when the whole slapping episode began.

Ok let me confess there was one time I slapped Uche intentionally ok let me be honest, more than once.
I would tell him that later, I'm sure he would forgive me afterall I gave him a wonderful daughter some time later.

'Madam' the nurse in charge of my case was saying 'how are you feeling?' She asked

'Its painful' very painful' was all I could reply

'I know' she said rubbing my back
'the doctor will soon be here.'
And almost immediately, a doctor probably in his mid-fifties walked through the door.

'I am doctor Ahmed' he said to me and my husband bringing his hands to shake my husband.

'I have to check how CM dilated she is' he explained

'Oh ok' my husband replied adjusting his seat a little so the doctor could attend to me.

The doctor wore his gloves and was about to put his hands in my virgina to check me when my husband shouted.

'Doctor what are you doing? Uche asked with all the seriousness and surprise he could muster

The doctor without show any surprise obviously used to handling such people smiled to calm uche's nerves and continued with his work

'I want to check how far dilated she is to know what to do next, there's no other way to find that out expect I inspect it with my hands and trust me, I don't find this part interesting either' he explained all the while turning his hand inside of me.

'I have a wife too you know, when she was about to be delivered of all our four children, I had to allow someone else do this, so I can understand your frustration' he said and that made Uche relax a bit.

'Madam, you're doing well' he said smiling at me 'you're almost there'

Another round of pain swept through my body and I could hardly think straight again, I just kept screaming and pulling my hair and shouting the words 'Ewo! Ewo!! Ewo oh!!!'

I made a mental note to flog this child after she was born because of the stress she was allowing me go through. I mean I knew she wanted to come out badly but why do all these gymnastics???

It didn't take long after that, I was delivered of a beautiful girl who came out smiling and we named her Chisom.

I can't remember seeing my husband ever crying, today I saw him cry as he held his first fruit in his arms and cuddled her.
I was completely exhausted but that sight before me made me smile and for a brief moment all was right with the world.

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Dear Mr. Husband(5)

Ada story continues

January 2002

'I met an old friend today that I haven't seen in a while.

I had gone to the market to buy things for the week so I was carrying so many bags all at once and was still trying to get an okada to take me home.

The loud horn that came from a moving car made me jump on my tracks with my bags

'Who horns that loudly and persistently' I thought angrily still struggling with my bags in both hands.
I walked further and tried to flag down another okada but the driver of the car packed in front of me and stopped.

I was in no mood to speak to any man or anybody for that matter. My destination was home and the shower because the 1pm sun was not friendly one bit.

'Hello excuse me' whoever it was said.

'Excuse yourself' I said within me still fuming with anger as I was unable to get any one to relief me of my load.

I was tired

'Hello Ada!' The caller called out again

Her voice sounded familiar. Only one person she knew had that kind of high pitched soprano voice. And that would be Amaka in her class back then in University, but what was she doing here' Ada wondered.

'Hello Ada its Amaka!'
I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. Amaka, my study group partner in school?' Wow

I dropped my bags down and called out her name.

'Amaka! Wow so good to see you.

She attempted to hug me as we normally do, but I shielded myself from it. I was too sweaty from the hot sun to accept her hug.
She was looking really good and I envied her.

'Please let me help you with your bags and drop you home' she offered.

I stay in GRA oh' I said in the hope that I would dismiss her.

She wasn't moved.

'No problem I'll drop you home.

Though I stayed in the GRA of Enugu state, I wasn't exactly proud of the one room apartment I was living in so I didn't want her coming to visit.

Why my one room apartment suddenly became a problem, I couldn't fathom. It never bothered me up until that moment.

Was I secretly comparing myself with Amaka or was I getting envious. I needed to check those negative emotions subtly creeping into my head before they get the better part of me.

I got into her car and I was welcomed by the cool air coming out form the car's air condition.

For a brief moment, I wished I was her! I wish we swap places so I could have her life. I snapped out of that moment and soon enough she we started our usual chatter good enough to distract me from myself.

Our conversation drifted from old time friends back in school to our life now to our marriages and our future.

She dropped me off at my gate and we exchanged contacts in the hope of future communications.

I wasn't sure I was going to continue the friendship because I left her that day having mixed feelings.

When Uche came home from work, I was in no mood for a conversation. I was angry at life and was getting angry at him too unknown to him.

He had not seen me like this in a while. The last time this happened was when I lost a childhood friend some months ago.

This was not the Ada he knew. Something was definitely wrong and he didn't know how to ask me what it was

'What's the matter Ada' he asked obviously perplexed with my unusual silence.

'Nothing' I replied 'How was work today?' I manage to say hoping to take his attention away from me.

He didn't know what to do.
He tried to touch me, but I was irritated at his touch and the mere sight of him.

I knew I needed to snap out of that mood,but I felt helpless. The more I tried, the more I went down below.

'Was Amaka right?' I kept on pondering and turning the conversation we had over and over again in my head.

'What was I to do?' I felt so confused.

Uche tried so hard to get me to talk or at least be lively.
He tickled me. he made a cup of tea for me and even attempted to go outside and buy me my favorite snack. But I wasn't in the mood for any of those so I politely refused and told him I needed to be left alone.

He obliged and left me to my self$

I needed answers. I really admired Amaka's life so maybe I was just plain envious of where she was.

She offered some suggestions that looked valid, but I didn't know if to act on it because it worked for her.

I needed to talk with someone desperately before I act and regret that I did.

Exerting myself in something else always helps me to blow off steam and so I got up to do that.

My library had been in disarray for a while now, it needed to be put in order I got to work doing that.

The whole place was in a mess, my bad mood didn't make it look any better. I went to work putting things in their rightful places.

After about 30 minutes into my self induced task I saw a small magazine lying careless on the floor. I picked it up to find out if it was worth saving or throwing away.

It turned out to be the former.

The magazine was titled 'Couples issues and answer.

I put my cleaning towel aside and sat on a chair in the library as I flipped through the pages of the magazine.

I couldn't believe my luck as the first thing the author said was a story about a time in her Marriage life when she was angry at her husband and was secretly hating her marriage. She has been married for thirty years as at the time the magazine was written to the same man so I knew she had something to say.

I continued reading it. This really was going to be my answer afterall.

The author continued saying that she had to pause and ask her self what the root cause of her predicament was that made her feel that way.

And she discovered it was birthed out of envy. Seeing her 'mates' doing better than her and looking so successful while she was seemingly stock in one place.

Those words were like a light bulb to the state of my heart.

She was right! I was envious of Amaka and wanted to have what she had. This inturn made me feel like the things I had were not good enough.

I continued reading the author's story and she concluded by saying that no matter how much we envied other people's life, we could never be them.

We were all called to achieve separate things and the key to finding fulfillment did not lie in being somebody else or having what they possessed but finding your purpose and fulfilling it.

That was my answer!

Amaka had suggested that I put pressure on my husband to get me plenty fine things of life.
And that if I did that, he would look for ways to work harder and get me those things. That was what she claimed she did and her husband had no choice but to use whatever means he could to provide for her.
She didn't even know the source of all his income all she knew was she asked for things and her man gave it to her.

I wasn't Amaka! I had her own life so she wasn't going to do what she did. I had her answer now!
I knew what i would do.

First was to take Amaka's contact off her phone! She was obviously a going to be a bad influence in her life if she continued to keep her as a friend.

I continued reading the magazine and some other contributors said the marriage union was meant to have a united front and nothing or no one should be able to break that unity.

I had allowed my little episode to come between me and my Uche.

I needed to make amends. I needed to come out clean and let him know what transpired earlier on.
I needed to apologize.

Uche had already retired to the bedroom and was reading a novel.
I got down to my birthday suit and slid under the sheets with him.
I told him all that happened and the reason for my sad attitude earlier on!

We made up after that and I was determined that nothing was going to come in between us ever again. I didn't need to have what Amaka had to know that I was blessed beyond measure to be married to my very handsome Uche!

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Dear Mr. Husband!

Sorry for the delay in posting episodes Its honestly not so easy with my job and life generally.

There are days I just stare at the story and can't type and all I want to do is just rest!!!!
Hope you understand?
Thanks for your patience
Story continues below
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Ada story continues

October, 2001

Ten months afterwards, hubby was already complaining about my food.
He didn't say it wasn't sweet. He said he was tired of the same menu over and over again.
He needed something new, something exciting if I'm to use his words.

Let's simply say, I'm not so great a cook, I manage to throw in some things together and come out with something fantastic. While other times, I go with a boring routine of making anything as long as it can pass through your mouth.
However, since almost everything in life is learned, been a great cook had to be learned too

I had to keep an open mind to learn all that life had to offer. I was determined to be a better me!

Initially, I was tempted to feel bad again and go
'if you need something new, cook it or better still eat it outside'

You know how people say they have two minds: the good one and the bad one (never mind, maybe its peculiar only to the female folks)

My good mind said: 'why don't you try something new?'

My bad mind said: 'something new kwa? Cook your normal food jor' , he will eat it like that'

I was torn in two. The good and bad mind kept arguing within themselves.

I decided to go with the good mind and in such desperate times as this mama's secret recipe passed on from generations never fails. Her's was found in an old cook book

I had one copy.

When my mum handed it over to me, I thought I would never be needing it. I thought wrong.

I went to my library and dug out the old looking cook book.

It had accumulated dust from lack of use, that was about to change.
I flipped through the pages hoping to find something that would inspire me.

No long afterwards, I found one
It was called Spaghetti surprise.

'Who uses spaghetti to throw a surprise' I wondered within me. I was about to find out.

I went to the page and read through it. It looked pretty easy and since I had all the ingredients from green peas to carrot to cabbage and green pepper, I decided to go into action.

Forty five minutes later I was done cooking and the site before my was too beautiful to behold.

I realized that the 'good mind' was right after all, I was glad I followed the option to learn.

Loving Uche was not going to be difficult as I was made to believe.
I had a secret fear inside me while I was getting married and that was that I was going to lose myself and be Uche's complete slave.

On the contrary, loving Uche had made me a better me. It had opened my view of a lot of things and my perspective in life generally.

I quickly tidied up the kitchen. Uche must not meet me smelling of oil. I hurried off to the bathroom, had a quick wash and wore something alluring.

He wanted a different meal. He was in for another special something too.
I wore my short and a sleeveless top and wore my secret perfume, the one that doesn't leave your skin no mater how much you sweat.

He had no idea what was about to hit him.
I smiled at my secret plan

Some moments afterwards, someone opened the gate. I peeped to check who it was.

It was him! I was excited

'Is that aroma coming from your kitchen or the landlord's own? Uche asked as he opened the door.

The sight before him made him stand on his tracks. He giggled like a two year old.

'You look inviting' he managed to say with excitement written all over him.

'Really? I replied. Would you want to eat first or do what's on your mind? I asked smiling

'Now I'm confused' he said taking off his clothes and running off to the shower.
'Give me five minutes and I'll decide'

My plan was working.

He was out faster than I could say Jack! Maybe the time in his head works faster than the one on the wall clock because in less than a minute he was out of the bathroom and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was ready to devour me and I him.

After our hot session, I served his food on the dining and watched him take the first spoon.
From the looks on his face, I could tell he was loved it.

I was right!

'There's something you're not telling me' he managed to say with food in his mouth.

'What?' I asked

'Where did you learn to cook something like this?'

'Are you saying I'm not a great cook' I asked feigning anger.

He smiled! He knew my game! At the end of which he had a ready 'I'm sorry' at hand to give to me

I braced my shoulders ready to receive the apology. Even if he didn't do something wrong his apology always made me feel good! Like I was his child. Yeah, I was his baby afterall.

'I'm sorry, I never said you dint know how to cook' he said with a smirk on his face

I laughed.

'Its an old family recipe' I said slyly

'Please throw in some more of those recipes' he said

I watched in satisfaction as he continued with his food!

And I realized that loving someone else other than yourself brings joy to the heart if you're willing to take the risk of finding out what the other person wants...'

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Dear Mr. Husband (3)

Dear Mr. Husband (3)

'Hey babe!' Uche announced as he walked into the sitting room from work that day

'You're back so early today. What happen? Ada asked walking to help him with his bag as he made to sit down.

We'll talk about that later' he said.

'Meanwhile, have you bought Clara's Itel Mag to read your story in it? He asked

'Emmm No I haven't, I would try to do that later. Clara told me people love the story already.

He smiled, maybe he had an idea why.

'Worry no more babe, I got you a copy.

He took his bag pack from the chair Ada had placed it on opened it to produced a magazine.
It had a flashy cover and one of Clara's picture was used as a cover page.

'Hmmm... I like this! Its so attractive, its alluring' Ada remarked turning the Magazine over and over admiring the design.

'Yeah' uche responded. You know Clara and concept are twin sisters' he remarked

'Oya go through your story while I use the bathroom. Uche said standing up and hurriedly rushing to the bathroom.

If he still knew his wife, after reading that story she would scream and look for him to hit him hard

He had to find shelter someplace and the bathroom was the perfect place. He would pretend he was doing No.2.that would discourage her from coming inside.

Ada wondered why he was hurried off to the bathroom but she didn't wonder for too long.

Shortly after opening the page where her story was featured, she began to read it and saw that something else was added.

She read further and her eyes flew wide open.

This had to be Uche's handwork! She knew he was up to something. She read the story to the end and screamed!

He was right. He still knew his wife.

'Uche!!!!!!!! What did you do? Ada asked screaming and banging on the bathroom door.

'Don't hide there, better come out oh'
Oh my goodness, I can't believe you added that part' Ada said with an embarrassing smile...

At least he could laugh from where he was. He laughed hard.
He allowed his mind go back to that night and he laughed out some more.

'I felt it was our story and some things cannot be left out of it' Uche replied from the bathroom with laughter still forming from his stomach.

Ada read the story again especially the part Uche had added and she couldn't believe it. Now she knew why people loved the story

Uche's part of the story...

'After we got to the hotel, I couldn't wait to sleep with her.
My heart beat increased at a tremendous rate.

I felt like a child who had waited for a long time to open a package from santa claus. The excitement was more than I could contain. It threatened to rip my heart in two if nothing was done to calm me down.
I took a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it in one gulp.

Our first kiss in church earlier has triggered all the passion I had for Ada and I waited to unleash the dragon within me.

'What was Ada still doing in the bathroom' I wondered impatiently

'Hummm, babe, you need any help?' I asked her.

'No I'll soon be out' she replied.

The soon was the next ten minutes later. She truly was teaching me patience but in the wrong way.

She came out with tears soaked eyes and I was wondering what was happening.
'I thought we were on the same page' I thought to myself.

'Please don't cry, please not now' I said mentally

'What's wrong Ada?' I asked

She busted out crying out some more

'I can't do it Uche, I can't' she said through sobs

'Do what? I asked. You can't do what?

And the sobs increased.
Oh dear!!! No one ever explained this part to me.

'Maybe we should skip this sex part till three months time, I don't think I can.

'Three months what' I said loudly in my head though

'Ok you know what, just relax, relax ok?.
I made her sit down and cuddled her on the bed till her mind was at ease. I saw she was calm and then I kissed her lightly on the cheek.

I had to tame my dragon! I had to forget about what I needed. That was hard, but that was what should be done.

'We have forever to go Ada, even if nothing happens today, we could always try another time' I whispered into her ears.

That was all I needed to say because immediately those words left my mouth a whole new Ada was born. A passion engulfed her like I have never known and we went to the moon that night together and came back exhausted.
Our body had become one and from that moment, I knew that our lives would be so much fun together.

I learnt that night that women may not be as complex as people say they are, all they need may be a little more understanding, a little bit of denying ourselves some immediate pleasure and maybe just maybe they will become all the best that the can be

Ada smiled after reading the story.

'Well it wasn't that bad afterall' She reasoned.

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DEAR MR. HUSBAND (2)

Dear Mr. Husband (2)

'Ada have you seen the story in the magazine?' Clara asked when she called two days after the story was sent to her

'You need to see my office streaming in with letters from the story. she continued. Someone is already placing an order for the hard copy of the story if its out.

Ada was speechless!

'I hardly know what to say' she replied. I didn't know the story will cause so much stir like that'

'I know, Me too' Clara responded

'In fact, Let me read one of the letters to you' Clara still holding the phone to her ears produced a letter from her bag
And opened it to reveal its content.

'Are you still there? She asked Ada.

'Yeah'

'Dear Editor of Itel Magazine! I really love the story you featured in your new magazine. Even though its a pretty new story, its an interesting read. I think Itel Mag rocks!!!. Temi from Lagos!

'Did you hear that? Clara asked Ada

'Thanks a lot Clara, I have never felt so fulfilled doing something I love to do like I feel right now' Ada said her voice filled with emotions.

When she had opted to be a newspaper column writer instead of getting a fat pay check with the leading news stations in town people thought her crazy. But the reports from Clara cheered her spirit. Aside the money, she valued having to be in charge of her time instead of leaving the house so early and closing late.
Some things were worth it despite the shame this was one of it.

'Sooo have you written a continuation yet' Clara asked cutting off Ada from her thoughts

'Well not yet, I have it in my head. I will pen them down soon' she replied

'Better do oh, and allow me make more money'

'Yes Ma' Ada replied smiling.

'Ok! I have to go, there's so much work for me to do' Clara said and hung up.

She loved Clara and it has always been her dream to work in an office. That's one area they are different.
Ada doesn't like the office setting, Clara on the other hand does.

'Whatever we chose as long as we are both doing what we love to do' she mused to her self.

Though it was difficult for Ada to create her own niche and for a while she was lost in Clara's world and convinced herself that she could be happy in her shoes. Then she realized that no matter how much she loved what Clara does, she wasn't her and she never would be.

She had to find out herself and stick to doing what she loved

After the call, Ada hurried to finish her chores for the morning so she could continue writing the story.

*March 12th 2001*

'Its been three months since we got married. Ok exactly three months and 4 days. Yes! I know its weird, but I actually love to keep dates, time,events and stuffs like that.
My husband thinks its funny, well let's just say that's the way I was wired.

The last three months has been a very adventurous one. Permit me to share one of such adventures.

I discovered my husband's love for cars, not like he was obsessed with latest cars and stuffs but he was just into them. Their names, their model, designs and all. I found it a rather dull hobby, but let's just say maybe that's how he was wired too!

I remember one evening, we were out on a walk. And we decided to talk about what to do with a particular amount of money that we had gotten unexpectedly.

We were far gone into the conversation and the next thing I heard was

'Wow!!!! I love that toyota carmry the way it was made and all'

At first I turned to check if it was me or someone else he was taking to.
I found out it was me and I kept wondering what a 'toyota carm..' whatever the name he called, was doing with the conversation we were.

I was confused! I asked him
'You said what?'

'No its the car that just passed, its a Toyota Carmry' he replied.

Oh! I see! I thought we were talking' I said obviously disappointed.

He apologized seeing the frown on my face and we continued our conversation.

Shortly after, another sleek car passed by us and he couldn't hide his excitement. His eyes sparkled with pleasure, he actually turned towards the direction of the car until it was out of sight.
I cursed the car secretly and cursed the driver too for trying to ruin our precious moment.

I was about to get upset again when it dawned on me that instead of getting angry, I could actually learn more about cars from him.

'Why try to steal keep him from doing something he loves? Why not use his passion to improve my knowledge of the things I know' I thought.

Instead of getting angry, I saw it as an invitation to his world. And boy that was one of the wisest decisions I have ever made.

'How did you know that it was a carm something that just passed?, I don't even know the name you called I asked a bit little embarrassed.
'My classification of cars is a 'jeep' or a 'small car' that's the best I know.

He laughed a little and said 'don't worry I'll teach you'
I didn't have to wait long for the lesson.

Our 'car class' started immediately as another car passed by us and he showed me how to identify car by their logo.
I found out what his best car was that day! For me since I was only starting, my best car was still on its way I guess.

Ada read the story again and emailed it to Clara.
She looked at the time it was 3:15pm. She decided to get food ready as Uche would soon be home.

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DEAR MR. HUSBAND (1)

Dear Mr. Husband (1)

ADA

8th December 2001

'We got married on this day and the memories still flood my heart as I write this. It was a short and simple wedding because we couldn't afford so much.

I know I wanted all the bella naija attention and the 'talk around town' kind of wedding but then I had to face reality, My man wasn't too boxed up.

So it was either I chose the Man or the 'talk around town kind of wedding'. The man was better option so I chose him.

The car drove from the wedding reception straight the hotel that we had booked for our honey moon. I couldn't wait to get out of my gown, it was inconveniencing!!!
I was forced to wear a girdle underneath my gown and some other plenty things that the wedding planner and my very own chief brides made insisted I wear.

And for the records, If I ever had to go into fashion line for wedding outfits, I would insist that every bride wear what makes them free and comfortable because to me it wasn't just worth the stress...

Well...since I was bent on having fun that day, I wasn't going to allow the dress spoil it!

'Hey babe! What are you working on?'
Uche asked as he saw Ada typing away with her desktop in the sitting room

'Oh its a story! Ada replied.' Clara told me to chronicle our daily episode starting from the wedding day so she could use it for the story section in her new magazine.
You would not believe what she titled it'

'What?' He asked. Ok Wait wait! let me guess' he continued

Uhmmm, the wedding? Or no no no uhmmm 'Ada and Uche's wedding' he said with a flash on his face

'Dull man!' Ada teased. Who would title a story like that?'

'Me!' Uche said with his hands raised up like a little child who was asked a question in class.

She giggled

'Dear Mr Husband that the title and that's how to be creative.

Now it was Uche's turn to laugh.

'Ok let me let you be' hope you intend to add the wedding night part?' He asked

Uche embarrassment and shock was evident on her face. She blushed heavily. The events of that night still made her laugh anytime she remembered it and Uche has not stop teasing her about it. There was no way she was going to fall her hand like that to the whole world.

'No way! She said, I will definitely not include that.

'Well I figured if the story is about us, that should also be in it. You never know who will learn from it' Uche added teasingly

'Nooooooo' she replied. They definitely will know everything' she continued but not 'everything' she said with her hand doing the inverted comas for the last everything.

'Wait! Why? Uche asked 'Or are you still ashamed of what happened?

She threw a pen at him because he was obviously taunting her with it and he knew what he was doing

Uche laughed and walked out of the sitting room where Ada was with a mischievous grin playing on his face. He had a plan!

Ada smiled and continued her story

'I was so glad we didn't spend so much money at the wedding because the money we had left and the one we were given as gifts from the wedding was spent in making our small home a little comfortable and furnished to our taste.

My husband was a bank marketer at the time we got married but the challenge of meeting targets and doing unimaginable things to get clients to open an account with him drove him to quit his job and take a job as a teacher.

Me on the other hand attended the prestigious University of Nigeria Nsukka and graduated with honours from Journalism. I love to be a writer and writing is what I do.

Ada's phone rang! It was Clara. She smiled. She paused her story.

'Hey babes good morning' Ada spoke into the receiver. That was how she loved to address Clara.

Iyawo!(New wife) how body?' Clara asked

'Your girl is fine oh' Ada replied smiling

'Of course nau, how will you not be fine when you married all that handsomeness all to your self' Clara responded.

'You eh! Naughty girl. I can't wait to see the kind of man you will marry'

'Me too' Clara said laughing. You may have to wait a long time though because after your wedding, I started to use your husband as standard for judging my 'Mr. Right'. If he's not tall and handsome like Uche, then its voice mail.

They both laughed.

Uche heard his wife laughing and knew it was Clara calling. Apart from him, Clara was like the only person who made Ada laugh that hard.

He will have to call Clara too. He had a plan unknown to Ada and he was eager to carry it out.
He would have to wait for his wife to finish on the phone with her and then call her to let her know his plan.

'How's my story going?' Clara asked Ada

'I was working on it before your call came in, I'm almost done with a small part

'Oh ok! I can't wait to lay my hands on it and devour its content. Email The part you have written to me so I can start editing it. You know it has to be published today?' Clara said

'Alright, I warp it up and send it' Ada responded,

'Alright later girl, I'll call you' Clara hung up.

She smiled. She couldn't wait to get the email and read. Apart from the fact that she loved to stories written by Ada, this one was special for two reasons. It was a personal story. She knew the person involved and also it was a story for a new magazine she was working on.

Shortly after, Clara's phone rang. It was Uche. She wondered why he was calling.

'Hello Uche, what's up?

'I'm fine Clara' he said. 'I need a favor from you'

'Yeah anything'

'I would like to add a little something to the story Ada's writing about us, hope that's ok?

'Sure it is, just email it to me'

'Thanks Clara, text me your email address then.

'Sure I will'
Clara was suspicious. She knew Uche to be witty but she had no idea what this was about. She may just have to wait and see.

Uche got a beep on his phone and it was Clara's email address. He smiled and forwarded what he had written to Clara and added a 'Thank you very much' under it

TO BE CONTINUED
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