Dear Mr. Husband (Episode 12)

I apologised to everyone for bringing in new episode slowly these days. I can't say there would be a change soon because its getting busier and busier for me by the day but I'm working on making it faster.
Hope you'll understand?
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Dear Mr Husband (Episode 12)
'So I would love for you to help me advertise since I'm pretty new in town' Yusuf was saying

'Oh that would be great! it would really be a great honour to be part of daddy's day care this time around' she said a little shy.

'Great!, I'm glad you want to be part of it.

Yusuf was sitting directly opposite Clara and he wore a blue jean and a red t-shirt with a blue face cap. He was looking good and he smelled good too.

When he called earlier, he said he wanted to come see her but he wasn't sure he was at the right place. So Clara directed him to her office and since he was not too far away, it wasn't difficult for him to locate it.

When Clara ended the call, she moved into quick action to get her office tidy and herself ready.
First impression they say mattered a lot and although this wasn't their first time of seeing each other, it was the first time in a really long while.
She adjusted her hair again for the umpteen time that day and that was when she noticed she was really nervous about seeing him.

'What does he think of me now? Why does his opinion of me even matter?, why does he want to see me?' And many more questions were going through Clara's mind as she tried to steady her racing heart awaiting Yusuf's visit.

Soon there was a knock at the door and she knew it was him. She arranged her blouse again and stole a quick glance at the office mirror for the last time before opening the door.

She wasn't prepared for what she saw! She simply stood there motionless.

She didn't expect him to look this good. It was Yusuf quite alright but this look she hadn't seen. It was a whole new Yusuf, repackaged and rebranded.

Yusuf stood by the door waiting for her to let him in or turn him down. Instead all he got was a stare!

Her stare was enough to make him feel uncomfortable that he had to look around him to see if something was wrong with his outfit or hair or anything.

Heck! He felt a bit awkward.

He wondered if he over dressed for the occasion or something else was wrong.
he knew he had to say something.

'Hi! So can I come in?' He asked smiling in an attempt to bring her mind back from wherever it went and break the silence.

She didn't say a word. She couldn't! Instead she moved to hug him like a lost treasure she had finally found and he responded by hugging her in return.
His wore a nice cologne and it was really inviting.

'How are you Claire? That's the name he used to call her back in school and she felt endeared to him again.

'I'm good' she responded

'Please come in' she managed to say after releasing him from the long hug as she stepped aside allowing him to pass through the door

He walked in smiling and sat down on a seat Clara drew out for him while she sat on her seat opposite Yusuf.

She seemed to have lost her power of speech as she still sat looking at him. She still didn't know how to begin the conversation.

So many questions were going through her mind all out once. She needed to do something.

'So what can I offer you? She asked hoping it was a safe place to begin from

'I have juice, coke, water, malt and I could get something else if it not what you want' she offered

Yusuf smiled and asked for water only.

She knew that that would be his response. He always loved to drink water and Ada used to tease her those days in school by asking her how her fish was doing and by fish she met Yusuf. Her Yusuf!

She got a bottle of water from the mini fridge in her office and a glass cup and set it in front of him.

After he took his first glass, the conversation flowed between them and on and on they went until he told her his real reason for been in her office that day.

During the whole conversation, Clara could not help stealing glances at Yusuf especially as his 'Adam apple' went up and down as he spoke.

She was enjoying the conversation and wished he didn't stop. He always made her laugh and the way he talked about his dreams made her wish she could be part of it. He talked about his dreams like they were the only dreams available in the world. Even a doctor that had just saved a life couldn't be more happier than Yusuf was.

Her enjoyment was short lived as there was a tap on the door that brought a halt to their conversation.

Before she could say come in, the guest who turned out to be Ada walked in talking unaware that there was someone else in the office with Clara.

Then she saw him!

'Hey you! Ada called out to Yusuf smiling.

'A to the D to the A' Yusuf responded . That was how he always like to call her as her name was spelt in three letter words.

She smiled. 'You haven't changed much you know' she responded leaning on Clara's chair.

'Well, I can't help it' Yusuf responded smiling.

'So how's your husband doing and by the way, I'm really enjoying your story' he said in a matter of fact manner

'Really?' Ada asked giggling like a child
'Yeah, I am. Its teaching me more things than you can imagine' He said

'Hmmmm' Clara said talking for the first time since Ada walked in

'Things like?' She quizzed with her hands on her cheeks smiling at Yusuf.

Ada noticed how Clara was smiling whenever Yusuf talked.
She knew her friend and she knew what her smiling meant. She had to stop Clara before she did something she would regret.

'So what brings you to Clara's office' He asked

'Not like you can't badge in at anytime, I Know you guys are still like sisters'
Yusuf added sensing Clara's feigned frown on her face.

Ada laughed!
'I came to pick up more copies of Clara's Magazine. I have a Client itching to lay hold on the magazine so I thought to surprise her with it today' Ada responded.

'I guess, I'll just pick the magazine and head out then' she said walking to the pile of magazine Clara had in her office. she picked five copies from it.

'I took five Clara' she said turning to Clara and walking towards the door.

'I'll just go now'

Before she walked outside she turned to Yusuf and said

'Please Yusuf say me well to your lovely wife and two kids' Ada said with a smile and walked out of the door shutting it slightly.

Clara's eyes almost pulled out from her socket in shock.
She went dumb as the reality of Ada's statement hit her.

He was married afterall and there she was enjoying the conversation and thinking something good would come out from it for the two of them.

Yusuf sat back in his chair and watched the changes in Clara's mood as the bomb was dropped on her.

'She must really care a lot for him' he thought within himself.
'So it was true' she still liked him.

The smile on his face widened to Clara's surprise

'Why are you smiling?'She asked with a guarded look on her face trying as much as possible to conceal the emotions and the pain she was feeling knowing he belonged to someone else.

'No, nothing! Just watching you makes me smile and wish I could go out with you again.

'Yeah, save it for your wife and kids' she said underneath her breathe.

Someone badged into Clara's office and for the second time it was Ada.
She came in with a triumphant smile on her face.

'I told you! I told you!! You see I won and that lunch you promised for this must be bought with immediate effect' Ada announced raising her hands up in the air joyfully.

'Wait I don't understand! What's going on? a confused Clara asked looking from Yusuf to Ada and back to Yusuf.

'Uhmmmm...that I leave for my dear Yusufu to answer while I hit the road' Ada said sneaking out of the office before Clara could protest.

'I'm listening' she said turning and facing Yusuf with her hands folded.

'Ok! First of, There is no wife and kids'
He leaned against the table seperating him and said the next statement

'I care a lot about you Clara, but I wanted to be sure it was mutual so that I don't waste my emotions a second time.
So I contacted Ada first knowing she was still your best friend, please don't ask me how I knew, and then I told her about my feeling for you and how I still wasn't sure if I would be rejected a second time.
She then agreed to help me find out in an old fashion way so I would judge for myself if she was right by saying you still cared for me and I made a promise to buy her lunch if the she was right.'

'Yes, she didn't lie about coming to pick up the magazines, because there's actually a client of hers that needs them and also I didn't lie when I said I need your help to help advertise my work in you magazine. Let's just say I didn't tell you the whole truth about my coming to see you' he concluded.

'So does that explain everything now?
He asked with a guilty look.

Clara smiled! She made a mental note to scream at her friend another time. For now she let her mind savour the explanation Yusuf gave.

He was still available! That was a good start for her.

'So...' Yusuf began. But before he could continue.
Ada badged in again smiling.

'Please can we now go for that lunch now'

Those words sent the two of them to a round of laughter.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Dear Mr Husband (Episode 11)

Dear Mr. Husband (episode 11)

It was a sunny friday morning and Clara knew the day was going to be more hectic than the previous one.

Running a magazine firm was not so easy like she had imagined. Worst still was having a weekly magazine at that Deadlines, promises and all.

Now she understood when some writers would say they were unable to meet a deadline because the pressure she got from people sometimes to perform and meet their demand was becoming increasingly impossible.

And now as if that was not enough, her editor resigned last week and the other column writer resigned a week before that. She had to put in extra hours to fill up the vacant space before she got someone else able to fit into their shoes.

Her time and her life was spent making sure that her dreams do not go with the wind.

Some days though, the joy she felt after a hard day's job and replies she got form some of her readers outweighed most of the stress accompanying it.

Nothing was truly fulfilling like doing what you loved to do and doing it well!

She looked at her office again and she sighed as her eyes scanned through its untidy state . The office was just the way she left it the day before filled with squeezed papers and what not.

She had hurried out of her office the previous day to escape the hunger and tiredness that was threatening to kill her and didn't bother to arrange anything.
Today, she couldn't escape it.

She set her bag on her table and took off her shoes. Her office needed tidying and heck her whole life too.

Ada's story and a few other things happening lately in her life has been giving her a change of heart as regards finding love again. Maybe she could give it a chance and drop all her defences.

She ran into Yusuf sometime last week and her heart pulse almost stopped. Yusuf was her one time crush way back in university who incidentally was crushing on her too. The day he finally decided to speak his mind she decided too to remind herself of what she read about once and that was not go out with anyone below a certain standard. And by standard she meant, profession or what he does for a living.

'He must either be a doctor or a lawyer or something prestigious' she had told Ada one time they had that discussion.

Ada's reply still rang in her head.
'Clara, a profession is not a person! The fact that someone had a prestigious career didn't mean that their life was going to be perfect. Chose someone with a great heart instead.

Maybe Ada was right.

Yusuf read marketing in school and one time when she asked him casually what he wanted to do after school he said he wanted to run a daddy's daycare as he had passion for children.

Hell no!

'How was she going to put up with that?' She had wondered.

That was all in the past. Now she understood how fulfilling it could be when you're doing something you love to do and making money from it too.

The beep from her phone brought her mind back to the office.
She sat down as she brought out her phone from her ash colour prada bag she carried that day.

She smiled when she saw who it was.
It was Ada. She had sent in the week's story.
She was surely having fun and Ada had no idea what her story was doing to her.
She sat properly on her chair and read Ada's newest entry.

Ada's story continues:

I know this episode is bound to make you laugh at me.
Well yeah! You're free to do that like you would when you remember either your most embarrassing moments or some foolish things you have done before. So sit back and enjoy

Uche and our baby were sited in the parlour playing and watching television together. Chisom can sit on her own now and crawl too. Uche made her sit on the floor and put some toys within her reach. I on the other hand had to make dinner so I was in the kitchen doing same. Dinner by the way was fried plantain and egg.

I cut the plantain and put the oil on fire ready to start frying when I heard a loud scream of
'Nooooooo'

I jumped! almost pouring the hot oil on my body.
I ran to the sitting room thinking the worst had happened instead I saw a disappointed look on Uche face still sitting and facing the tv.

And wait was that Chisom watching it too?
Yeah she was! from her giggling and smiles she was enjoying it too

It was a football match and obviously hubby's team wasn't winning.

Phew!!!!

I didn't know how to conceal my anger! 'A foot ball match ker? I asked pained.

'That's what your screaming was for and I almost poured hot oil on my body?' I asked disappointedly.

'Oh sorry but you need to see this crazy footballer he keeps wasting all the balls they pass to him and...'uche was trying to explain with so much interest and passion.

'See him again.. See see!! Oh my God' Uche said with eyes still glued to the Tv and trying to kick an invisible ball into the net.

'Calm down oh and please don't shout like that again' I said and walked away still angry.
I couldn't understand it. Why waste all that energy for a game. An ORDINARY game. I guess I was going to find out.

His phone rang and I heard him talk over the receiver.

Soon I heard him say
'I love you tyler I just love you'

I shook my head and continued frying my beloved plantain.

'Wait did he just say tyler?' I wondered out to my self dropping the knife in my hand and thinking with my brows knitted together.

Tyler was a guys name and why was he loving tyler. And wait why was he speaking in hush tone? Or was it all in my head.

With the plantain still frying I went to the parlour. He put down his phone as I walked in and faced the Tv.

Wait! Was he hiding something? And what's that guilty look on his face, or it was probably me just been paranoid.

I walked up to where he was siting and spoke softly

'Hey babe, are you ok?' I asked

He bearly turned to face me with his eyes still glued to the tv set as he reponded

'Huh? Me I'm fine' he said looking from the tv to me and back to the tv

'Is there something you want to tell me' I ask with concern written all over me.

He didn't understand what was going on so I decided to tell him plainly what was on my mind.

'Babe are you gay?'

'Huh? You said? He asked! Unsure of what I was saying.

'I mean are you gay like gay, man to man gay?'

'What? gay? Where is that coming even from? He asked. This time he faced me totally un distracted by the tv.

'Then who is tyler and why do you love him plus why were you talking with him in hush tone over the phone?'

Uche couldn't believe his ears. He simply busted out laughing. He laughed so hard that he fell on the floor with his hands on his stomach still laughing

The way he laughed ignited laughter inside of me too. I joined in too as he kept laughing.

I must have said something stupid for him to be laughing this hard

'Uche please stop laughing na and answer me' I managed to say as laughter was still playing in my inside.

The laughter must have gotten to his intestine because tears were rolling down his cheeks.

'Oh my wife, my wife.' He said managing to control his laughing episode.

'I have begged you to watched football with me but you refused. If you did, you would know who tyler is and you why I'm loving him'

'And for the records I'm not gay, and never will be. Its only your cistern I love to drink from. Its only you that makes my junior stand firm' he said this last one with his hands ponting to his groins.

I blushed!

'Ok come and sit down with me so I would show you tyler' he said taking my hands and forcing me to the sit on the chair with him.

I sat to watch the football match with him. It wasn't as bad as I thought. It was actually interesting except of cos my blood pressure kept rising and falling between intervals.

And oh by the way Tyler was the name of the footballer in my dear Uche's team.

I ended up enjoying the match and of course burning the dinner meal.

And I learnt a very valuable lesson that day and that is : NEVER WATCH A FOOTBALL MATCH WHEN FRYING PLANTAIN.

Phew! what a great lesson it was.

We ended up eating noodles that night with Chisom but I have also found a new way to bond with my man. FOOTBALL!

Clara put down her phone and laughed at her friend.
She was going to call her and laugh at her a little.

Just then her phone rang.

She smiled.

It was Yusuf!

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The Deacon's Daughter. By Thercee Murdee

I watched with sadness as she chewed the gum out loud, not caring the noise it made and where she was. And to think that this was not the first time.

'Felicia had sold her soul to rebellion', that was my conclusion.

I couldn't comprehend why a deacon's daughter would chose to defy all church authority and disgrace her father so much.
Deacon Okafor must have become too tired to be frustrated by it anymore.

'Why are you like this?' I summoned up courage to ask Felicia after service that day.

The whole time, I was distracted by her attitude. Today she not only came late as usual and occupied her regular spot, I mean the last seat at the last row, she as well dressed to seduce. It definitely was to seduce. I noticed the ushers trying to make her leave but seeing her sit comfortably at her normal spot was enough evidence to tell the outcome of their efforts.

She did well to eye me from up to down, hiss and walk past like I was a light poll obstructing her way.

'Who was to blame?' I thought within myself.

For as long as I have been in the church- 'Our Father's tabernacle', I've come to know her father as a Deacon and her mother as the women leader. They were very active in the church. It was even the duty of her father to make sure the church was open by 7am for the one hour prayers before sunday service began. I would watch him drive alone and leave his family to come on their own. His wife came when prayer was over while his children trooped in much later. Felicia's case was the worst but the rest of them didn't come early either.

'Was it a crime for him to come with his entire family at once?

What was going on in the home?' these and many more troubling questions settled on my mind whenever my thought strayed to the Deacon and his entire family. How tragic!
And yet this is happening everywhere.

I remember just two days ago when Ken my neighbour got back from drama rehearsals in his church with a gloomy face. He was looking so bad that I couldn't let him walk out of my sight even after he had tried to convince me that he was fine.

On seeing I wasn't bulging to his plea to be alone, he spilled out. Behold a similar issue, only in another location.

The daughter of his sunday school teacher, a member of the drama group, walked into their meeting as it was about ending, knowing fully well she had been given a role that she would take the next day been sunday. She didn't even feel any remorse, rather she told them she wasn't interested and was only there so they could tell her father she came. How pathetic!

I was so pissed!

'Why did they give her a role in the first place?' I asked Ken immediately.

He said their pastor had pleaded with the group to try and include her in it, hoping she would change.

'Really? how would that work?' I probed further but he didn't know what to say.
His own reason for been sad was because the drama was automatically cancelled.

Sarah their only female and consistent member was not around either.

'Its God's work', He'll have His way. That was all I could say. But my pain still remained.

These men, these women. Parents they are, leaders as well but not in their homes.

Somehow I'll say they have failed. Even if it doesn't entirely lie on them, they had a role to play. I try not to judge, believe me it has not been easy.

But my Father's words I must obey-'Judge not, lest you be judged'.

I must say this however that

'Whoever you are, be it first in your home. Set the example, create the standard, implement the rules. If they should ignore it, then you are guiltless, but if you never did anything and they turn sour and eventually bitter, believe me God would hold you responsible.

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Dear Mr. Husband (9)

Dear Mr. Husband (9)

Clara sat in her office reading Ada's newest story for her magazine and truly she was enjoying it.
She couldn't believe that marriage could be interesting the way Ada makes it feel except of course Ada wasn't telling the truth. She knew her friend so well to know that Ada would rather not say anything than lie about what she was saying. So it had to be the truth.

That means marriage was beautiful if the parties worked together to make it so. Her own idea of marriage on the other hand was a wacky one.
The one her parents handed over to her.

She got up from her seat and walked to her window at the office as she allowed her mind to go down memory lane. To the memories she had tried so hard to suppress.

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'Clara! Clara!! her mom called out to her from the kitchen were she was making dinner.

'Ma!' She answered as she ran to go to her mum in the kitchen. She recognised that tone and she knew what it meant.

'Men are evil and all the same, all they want is what's between your legs, but you my dear have to be smart.' Her mother said to clara who was going to turn 11 on her next birthday.

'Take your father for example' She continued

'if I'm not the kind of smart woman that I am you think I will be where I am today? If he makes perm, I will pack my load and leave him because I have my own secret plan. So nobody can take me for granted. No body! Clara's mum said waving her index finger in the air to drive her point home.

This had become a norm for some time back in their home
Clara had to seat through this sermon from her mom almost every other day and her young heart certainly couldn't contain everything she heard.

Her mother made everything about her relationship with her father open even down to their sex life. She was literally washing their dirty linen in public only this time she was the public.

Later that day, it would be the turn of her father and yet she had to listen but she loved her father more.
Maybe it was because he always bought things for her or maybe be cause he always told her he was proud of her no matter what she did.

She decided that if her parents ever had a divorce or split for any reason, she was sure going to move in with her father, her mother bitterness could choke you if you stay with it for one full week, that was not a better option. But moving in with her father never happened.

'Ibinabo! are you there? Her father called out to her from his room after he returned from work later in the evening. He always loved to call her by her native name, maybe that was another thing that endeared her to him.

'Papa, I'm coming' she replied. She was glad he had sent for her, that was the perfect escape she needed to leave her mum bitter talk.
She walked fast to her father's room heaved a sigh of relief before turning to face him with a smile.

'Papa how was work today she asked him as she sat on the chair in his room.

'Work was fine my dear' and how was school today? He asked his daughter.

'It was fine papa. She responded.

Her father smiled.

'Ibi! I know one day you will be a woman and a wife to somebody, please when that day comes' he continued. Don't become like your mother.

This was the part that Clara didn't like about her father too, bad talks about her mother. She knew her mum wasn't a saint and she too also avoided but he didn't have to dump all the info onto her. Her head almost always felt like exploding after each talks.

'Please don't be like her, she's evil' he continued
'She is wicked. All women are wicked actually only a few of them have a good heart. Please be among the few.

'How can my own wife disrespect me in public' he continued saying 'And even call me names in the presence of the whole neighbours?' He asked to nobody in particular

'I was going out was it last week or so when one little child came towards me smiling and calling me 'Uncle Idiot' thinking 'Idiot' was my name obviously because your mother always called me that when I'm leaving the house.

Clara felt sad and placed her hands on her kneels while her palm held her face.
What could she do than listen and listen again.

She often wondered what went wrong between her parents, how the love they once shared went sour. Though if she was honest the tension started maybe before she was even born because she grew knowing that there was no such thing as love between her parents.

The love they once had, turned into hatred and graduated into resentment and bitterness.

From that tender age, she vowed to stay single.
'What was the use of suffering so much torture, staying with someone that you obviously hate' she imagined.

She often went to bed in tears.
She couldn't let anyone into what was going on in her house and been an only child didn't make it easy.
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She sighed again as she shook her head to make the memories go away. They just couldn't stop.

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'Its time for me to finally leave your father Clara,' her mother was saying as she angrily stuffed her box with her clothes

'Mama, you can't leave me alone, please don't go, please mama don't go' a twelve year old Clara begged.

'My dear you won't understand' her mother said still taking down her belonging and folding them together.

'Your father is not a man, he can't even take care of me. My skin was glowing before I met him, I had all that I needed before I married that man, but look at me now, twelve years after and I can stand with my mates because of shame.'

'I will talk with Papa, mama I promise' she begged.

Her mother didn't listen to her.

'I just have to leave' I just have to.

'Mama, where will you go to?' Clara asked with tears soaked eyes.

'I am a smart woman Clara I told you that before. I have been secretly building a house for my self for a while back now. It is now complete so I will move in there with you.

'A house?' Clara asked with her eyes wide open from shock
She couldn't believe her ears. Her mum had a house unknown to her father and herself. What else was she doing secretly she wondered.

Just then they heard a knock at the door. They both stopped talking and wondered who it was. The knocks came more frequent.

'Go and see who is at the door' her mum ordered her out of the room as she continued arranging her belongings.

'Mummy, its police oh' she ran back to let her mum know

Clara watched her mother arrange her hair and straighten her clothes as she made to go out to the police waiting for her outside. She shut the door after her.

After a brief moment she heard a maddening shout come out from behind the door.

Clara ran to the door and ran as she saw her mother rolling on the ground. Something was not right.

'Mama what is it? She asked repeatedly
All she got from her mom was a continuous shout of
'Ewo ohhhhh, Ewo ohhhhh' as the neighbours surrounded their house.

'Mama Clara?' Different people were calling out to her trying to fathom what could have happened

Her response was more shouts and crying and then she dropped the bomb shell.

'E don die oh, e don die!'

At first Clara didn't understand what she meant until one of the women came and grabbed her too and said

'Oh my pikin sorry, sorry oh your papa don die.

She couldn't believe it. Her world crumbled with those words and she wondered if she would ever recover for the shock those words sent her into.
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Dear Mr. Husband continues

Ada's story continues...

I loved to watch Chisom everyday as she grew. Been a mother really was beautiful. There were days I wondered if she really came out from me, she was simply lovely to behold.
Her adventures on the other hand were not as pretty as she was. They would fill a 60 leaves book from cover to cover if I were to write them all out.

One of those adventures was her selective sucking prowess.
Chisom was one hell of a sucker, I mean she can suck you till you're dry, but she chooses the kind of food she wants to show that side of herself.

I would eat a really nice meal say fried rice and beautifully fried chicken when I'm done she would smile at me licking her lips. Like she was saying

'My turn now mummy'
The days I didn't eat something nice to her standard say pap and akara she would be there forming sleep like she's saying

'Mummy no, I think I'll pass' and off she zooms to dreamland.

I mean who does that?

This baby sure knew what she was doing. They say children are born with a clean slate and life impresses things in their little mind my Chi Chi was the exception to that long standing theory. She was a smart ass right out from the womb.

Another example of her smart 'assness' was the night she was born. The hospital was brightly lit with NEPA light, soon there was power failure. Before the hospital could switch over to their generator, my dear Chi cried a storm. Immediately power was restored so was her quiet restored also.

Hmmm she was showing me signs that she was an upcoming 'ajebor'

Or was it the time I waited for her to poop all morning so I could change her diaper but oh she withheld that poop right until the moment I was just about to change her and out came the watery smelly poo right on my bare lap and she smiled afterwards.

Huh?
I was about to spank her buttocks from the bomb she released when she sent another missile and giggled afterwards.
I looked at her and couldn't help but smile back. Her cuteness washed my anger away and she knew she got to me with her smile.

Been a mother was truly a wonderful experience especially been a mother to a wonderful and mischievous child as Chisom was. Those experiences, I wouldn't want to exchange them for anything else. It comes with its challenges though well so does every other thing.

Initially, I thought I could win an award for been the neatest mother alive. You know keeping the house sparkling clean always, the chores done at the right time and all stuff, you know the feeling of been on top of your game. That feeling.

That was an illusion I had created and I knew doing that was going to wear me out sooner or later and I learnt that the hard way.

So I needed to place priority on what should be done and when it should be done and still be available for my man.
I mean what good would it do if Uche came home hungry and needy and all I could do will be to show him the super sparkly cleaned floor or the super shining laundry I did.
Would he eat the clothes Or kiss the ground till he was full?

I soon leant from some of my friends that had gone ahead of me. They told me how they manage to do theirs and after picking a thing or two from them, I found a system that worked for me and stuck to it.

I would fix Uche his breakfast for him to go to work, bath Chisom and put her in her rocker, check the other things that needed fixing. When Chisom finally falls asleep that was my cue to fall asleep too

In all I knew that if I wasn't in a good state of mind I would crumble under the change of lifestyle so after I took care of my two 'babies' I took a moment for me to breathe and relax with a bottle of non-alcoholic wine (I mean who would want Chisom to be high? Since she still sucks from my twin towers, if I take alcohol I'm sure she would punish me for that) and allow my mind to roam freely...

Been a mother was fun...

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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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NEW STORY ALERT

Hello Peeps! Sorry for the long silence. When you have the kind of son that I have, you will know that you time and phone do not belong to you alone.
You know what I'm saying(in Tyler Perry's voice).
Anyways...

NEW STORY ALERT
Dear Mr. Husband
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'And now you may kiss the bride...'
The officiating minister said with a smile to the gorgeously dressed couple in front of him and Uche planted the long awaited kiss on the mouth of his new bride Ada

I watched from the bride's corner and I knew that this was the beginning of a new and different life for the friend I once knew Ada to be.
That thought alone was scary and if I was true to myself, the idea of 'change' itself always freaked me out including this.

The kiss lasted longer than usual, but the officiating minister still kept on smiling and soon signaled to the crowd to clap which then brought an end to the couples first kiss and for a brief moment I wished I was Ada.

I looked longingly at the two of them and couldn't stop wishing. Wishing I was the one dressed in beautiful made white dress she wore and the lovely gold colored shoes and accessories she added to her outfit. I desired to have what she had. Or maybe I just was plain jealous!

'My name is Clara and I'm the chief's bridesmaid. I'm about to take you on a ride in my best friend shoes

***Watch this space***
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Trials of Ugochukwu... (The final episode)

Hey peeps! I'm soooooo sorry for the delay in completing the story 'Trials of Ugochukwu.
NEPA has removed our area from their map and you know what that means right???
Yeah! your guess is as good as mine but anyway their plan will not work oh jare. Trials of Ugochukwu must end Lol, so here it is:
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Trials of Ugochukwu continues
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Ugo sat on the couch of his veranda. He looked around and for the first time after the whole incident, he thanked God for the gift of life.

Funny how a close shave with death made him value the things he had in his life most especially his family.
Its been about six month after the whole episode and he was still reminiscing.

On his wife's birthday, he had gotten a call from his mum that his children were involved in a fire accident at the house. His mum had gone to spread their wet clothes outside and his kids age six and four out of curiosity put on the self ignited gas cooker. They almost got killed in the process, they sustained about sixty-five degree burn and grandma's house was almost engulfed in flames if not for timely interventions from neighbors!!!

'Hmmm' he sighed
He was lucky that they survived! But their actions left some scars in his pocket that may take a long time to heal.
His finances still hasn't recovered from the whole episode.

And as if that was not enough, He got another shocker call some few days after.

His father had slumped and was unconscious!
He couldn't believe it.

'What was he supposed to do now?????
He spoke with his father a few days earlier and he sounded ok at least on the phone.

He didn't know how he was going to shuttle between attending to his children, his father and his office.

His office...
He sighed again

He got up from his seat on the veranda and walked around his compound... He did that a lot lately. He called it 'trying to cool off'. Those short walks had been a time to pray and just think, it had been really helpful.

The issues with his office caused him great pain.

Two of his staff had quit his firm to start up their own firm. That would have been a good thing knowing that he had trained people who could stand on their own but they left with what wasn't theirs.

They left with his top paying clients, that meant fewer monies were entering into his account as against what was formerly obtainable.

Confusion was his daily bread, he didn't know what to do. He had to sell up the Ad agency to off set some of the bills the events of the past months had incurred.

Sarah was his pillar of strength on those days, he often wondered how he would have coped without her...
There were days when he didn't feel like talking, days when he took out the frustration on her and apologized later.
And they were days too when all he wanted to do was cry and cry.
It must have been hard on her too. Not seeing him regularly and still not allowing her love for him to dwindle. It really takes a woman of strength to pull through that.

Now he was all the more glad that he had gotten married to Sarah.

She had look after the children at the hospital while he looked after his Dad and spent his finals days with him at the hospital. And then he passed on.

How he came out from all this ordeal a sane person was beyond his comprehension. But above all if there was nothing he learned, he learned that the things in these world are fleeting and at best temporal.
So instead of letting the fleeting things be his source of happiness, he would rather fix his gaze on the other things like being grateful for life, his wife and God his kids...

'Happy birthday Honey!'
Sarah said interrupting his thought. He had forgotten his birthday completely.
He smiled and looked at her
'I don't have anything fancy to get you but...'
He hushed her before she could continue, holding her hands her looked into her eyes

'You know what the best gift I have on this day?' He asked
'Its the gift of you as my wife. That is the best birthday gift ever'

THE END!

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Trials of Ugochukwu...

Trials of Ugochukwu continues...
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Sarah checked her time it was 3:15pm, she was done with lunch and had taken her bath.
She wore a short black sleeveless gown and was anxiously waiting for Ugo to come back. She was a light skinned woman so the dress suited her perfectly.

'Ugo would be here soon.' She chuckled at the thought.

Soon she heard a knock at the door. It was Adamu.

'Madam, persin dey fine u.' Adamu, the gate man said, as she opened the door for him.

'Who be the person?" She asked.

'I nor sabi the woman, Madam.' Adamu replied.

Wait!!!
'This must be dejavu' she reasoned.

'This has surely happened before.'

Adamu's response triggered something in her and immediately what she had dreamt about came flooding back into her mind. She was super excited.

In the dream somebody brought a package for her, her secret admirer or so. She tried to remember what it was but she couldn't remember it still

'Ok ok slow down...' She childed herself mentally trying hard to calm herself down before she exploded from the excitement that she was feeling.

'Adamu, you say you nor sabi the man?'

'No Madam! Na woman naim I talk oh he corrected.

'Well its the same thing' she said within herself.
In the dream though it was a Man that came to deliver something. She secretly wished the outcome was the same too.

'Go open the gate make she enter.' Sarah directed.

Adamu nodded and walked away to open the gate for the lady.

It was exactly what she had dreamt of. Only of cause the 'He' had boobs and big behind enough to say it was a 'she'

The lady walked into the compound, wearing a black jeans trouser and a black T-shirt and DHL jacket on top of it, she was holding something in an envelope.

She couldn't hold back her joy. All the while wishing the lady would fly to where she was and have the package delivered.

Good afternoon Ma! I was told to deliver this to one Sa...

'Yes yes its me' she said excitedly not waiting for the lady to finish her statement.

'Ok, here and si...

'Yes I would sign here' Sarah said interrupting the lady the second time.

Her excitement rubbed off on the delievry lady as she too was smiling, wondering what was going on.

'Have a lov..'

'You too! You too!!' Sarah said excitedly without waiting for her to conclude her 'have a lovely day' speech.

She shut the door and ran to the kitchen to get her knife and tear open the package. She couldn't wait!

'Oh my God!!!!' She screamed

'Oh my God!!!'

Adamu came rushing to the door when he heard her scream thinking the worse had happened.

'Madam wetin hapen? Persin done die? He asked with worry on his voice all the while banging on the door.

Sarah steadied herself and replied. She didint know she had screamed out too loud.

'Adamu no worry oh, I am ok.' she told him through the window.
When he saw her face that she was ok, he went back to his duty post.

Right before her eyes was a new set of diamond earnings and accessories. It was the very same set she saw Emma Stone the popular Hollywood actress wear in that movie.

'What's the name again oh.' she tried to remember the name of the movie but couldn't. Her excitement had obviously blocked her retracting faculty.

The day she and Ugo watched the movie together, Emma Stone had gotten that as a gift from her millionare husband to be, she had loved it on her that day but she didn't know that Ugo took notice of it.

'Dreams do come true' she thought to herself
'Wow! Wow!! Wow!!' she kept shouting in excitement as she walked all over the house with the earrings in her hands admiring them.

A note was attached to it.

'Please wear those this evening for me with that lovely black dress I bought on our last anniversary. I'm taking my wife out to diner. Love from your secret admirer'

She knew the very gown he talked about and she was going to wear that and rock her man tonight.

Oh Ugo!!!!!
She held the note to her chest as her heart was filled with love.

***********
Ugo was smiling as he drove home... He just got a message from the lady he sent to deliver his gift. His wife had received it in good spirit was all she said.

He couldn't hide his joy.

Shortly his phone rang it was Sarah.
He picked it up

'Ahhhhhhhhhh' she was screaming into the receiver'

'Ok calm down lady, you can actually burst my eardrum right now you know.' he said smiling.

'I love it Ugo! I love it!! I love it!!! I really do' she said

'I know you do! he replied smiling. So are you dressed already for today'

'Would be in a bit, sweets.' she said

'Alright see you soon.' He hung up.
He would have a swell time today! He knew it.

In five minutes he was at his house.
After he parked his car, he told the gatekeeper to take the night off!
He had the big compound to himself and his wife.
He grinned!

'Honey I'm ho-ooo-me! He called out loudly to his wife.

He raised his head up only to see his wife descending the stairs and was wowed at the sight.

She looked gorgeous' he admitted to himself.
He felt goose bumps all over his body, but first he had to do something.

'I want to eat you up right now but I have a confession to make first.'

He took her hand and led her to sofa.

'I almost gave up on us,"He began." I almost let my past get the better part of me'

Sarah wore a confused look unsure where the discussion was headed.

'I met my university sweetheart some weeks ago and I almost felt like I made a mistake marrying you.'

Sarah was disheartened but she knew better to let him finish else he won't complete the story.

'I started to think about how life would have been if she was my wife. I feel ashamed about it and I was wrong in feeding my mind with the wrong thought. Please forgive me Sarah'

He held her hands and pleaded.

She smiled! She was glad he finally let her into what troubled him and gladder still that he did what was right

'Its ok Ugo!' She bagan, 'but do you regret marrying me? She asked

'Not at all' I never did and never will'
She hugged him and smiled and at that moment he knew all was forgiven.

'Lets get on with our date, shall we?' he said and was about to produce the stuff he bought for her when his phone rang.

He forgot to put it off. Who could that be? He wondered.

'Hello Mama good evening' He said into the receiver when he saw it was his mum calling.

'What????????' He said next

'Ok I'm on my way.

'Babe we have to go now' Ugo said to his wife.

'What is it?' Sarah asked.

'I'll tell you in the car, but its not so good' He said looking into her eyes

She almost fainted

TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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TRIALS OF UGO...

TRIALS OF UGOCHUKWU...

Sarah was awoken by a call from her phone.

"Oh baby..kuchikuchi ah ha ah ha..."

She smiled! That was Ugo! She had a ring tone specially for him. It went off before she could pick up.

"He'll call back" she reasoned to herself.

It was already 2.30pm by her time, she had to get lunch started before he got home. He hadn't gone to the office for some days now. He said he just wanted to take time off to ease off the stress from his job

And he was right! His job takes a toll on him some days.
She sat up on the bed to steady herself and get her mind in order.
Then she remembered she just had a dream. Someone had come to deliver a package to her.

'What was it now?" She tried to remember but the image eluded her. She couldn't remember all of it.

She smiled!
It will all come back to her, she knew it would. Her dreams always came back sometimes in flashes or even two or three days later. She would wait for it.

She got another beep from her phone. This time it was a message.
It was Ugo!

'Hmmmm' she giggled

Something must have triggered his sudden outburst and profession of love for her these few days.
Now he sends her a message one everyday, writing about what he loved most in her. On days when he was at home with her, he still sent it.

'He sure knows how to melt my heart' she said to herself. She wondered what today's message would be about.
She picked up her phone to read it

"You believe the best in me and help me achieve my dreams. I don't know how far I would have gone if I didn't have you right here by my side...your secret admirer"

She blushed on both cheeks
"Ugo knew how to rock her boat.

He really was up to something. First it was him taking the children to Mama's place and the excuse he gave was "Mama said she's missing her babies"

Well, she may just have to watch and see how things played out. She wore her flip flop and headed to the kitchen. She was going to prepare something he loved. Nsala soup and fufu.
*************

'Well I won't say I know you personally' Anthony began. 'My wife does.' he said to Ugo as he walked out to go get his lunch.

'Your wife?' Ugo asked surprised. Thank God he was not a philanderer, one would have thought he had extra marital affairs with Anthony's wife and he was following him to beat him up because Anthony was a tall man just like him but taller and more muscular.

"Yeah! But let me formally introduce myself." he said bringing out his hands for a handshake.
"I'm Linda's husband and she has told me a lot about you"

For a brief moment, Ugo was transfixed and a lot of things went through his mind.

'What did she tell him? Was he safe? Was he here to warn him about her? was all well with Linda? on and on his thoughts went...

'Ok! This is the part where you shake my hands back.' Anthony said, a bit embarrassed as his hand was not taken by Ugo.

'I'm sorry! Ugo said shaking Anthony in return' I'm Ugo as you already know.

'You are lucky to be her husband' he continued Linda has a good heart. Please help me tell her thank you for not marrying me because she made me a better man.

Anthony smiled!
'Would do that' Anthony said and walked away to get his lunch.'You take care.'

Ugo entered his car and drove off. He was glad that he finally got to meet Linda's husband and free himself from his past.

He had a wife to surprise, he had better get to work.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Trials of Ugochukwu...
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Ugo made up his mind to heed to his friend's counsel. Patrick was right after all.

'Why waste his energy and emotions on someone he would never have'.

Yes he loved Linda! Yes he wanted to marry her! That was in the past, it was going to stay in the past.

For now instead of imagining how life would have been if Linda was his, he made up his mind to cherish the gift he had in a wife, in Sarah!

Patrick had suggested some things he needed to do rekindle his love for his wife and he was going to start to do those thing. Not like the love he had for her had diminished but he knew that he needed to fan the flames again and make her the object of his attention.
He knew he loved Sarah and he made up his mind to go all out to prove his love for her.

Her birthday was in three days time, he had a plan...
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'The second thing I love about you is the way you dress. Its alluring! I thought I had swag, then I met you and discovered I was just a learner..."

She read the message again for the umpteenth time. He was up to something!!!!
She could feel it, the thought made her smile
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'The way that guy looks at me is somehow like he knows me from somewhere' Ugo said to Patrick when he went again to chat with him in his office.

'Oh if its Anthony, that's how he is, always smiling' Patrick said after looking over his shoulder to see Anthony smiling and looking at his phone.

'Boy Its two p.m already I should head back to my office and see how things are with the guys. I told them to give me about a week off so I can relax' he winked

'I'm happy you are going on with the plan' Patrick said as they stood up to walk to his car.

Anthony stood up too, but to get something else. He met them on the stairs leading to the car park.

'Do you know from me somewhere?' Ugo asked Anthony who was walking towards them with a mischievous smile playing on lips
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'Madam, persin they fine u' Adamu the gate man said as he walked into the sitting room

'Who is that?' Sarah asked. She loved to hear him talk, his accent was peculiar. She knew it was common with where he came from unlike what she was exposed to.

'I nor sabi the man Madam' Adamu replied.

'Ok let him in' she responded.

Sarah saw a man walking into the compound, he was probably in his early thirties. He wore a black jeans trouser and a black T-shirt and DHL jacket on top of it.
She suspected he wanted to deliver something or maybe it was just a letter but he was holding something else.

He walked towards the front door and knocked.

She wasn't sure what to do so she quickly got a knife from the kitchen and hid it in her back pocket.
Not like she was intending to use it
'But its better safe than sorry' she reasoned

She arranged her hair and opened the door for the stranger.

'How can I help you'? She asked

'Good afternoon Ma! I was told to deliver this to one Sarah in this address' he said handing over a package wrapped in a brown envelope with the receipt of the waybill wrapped around it.

'Please sign here' he presented a paper and handed her a pen to sign.

'Ok' she took the pen and signed, then handed it over to the man.

'Thank you' he turned and was gone.

She locked the door and turned the envelop over and over again

'What could it be' she wondered

First she checked who the sender was
It read

'from your secret admirer'

'Who was that?' She asked out loud to no one

'Was someone trying to play a prank on her?'

Maybe she should just wait for Ugo to come back and see it in case it was something bad.
Her mind was racing.!!!

She dropped the package on the center table and walked away to get dinner started but her curiosity wouldn't let her be.

So she walked back to the sitting room and tore the envelop open

She couldn't believe it.
What see saw made her eyes pop out from its socket

TO BE CONTINUED
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Vote for John Jesse!!!

So a friend of mine John Jesse wrote a story for Etisalat flash fiction competition and I would loveeeee for you to vote for him.

https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1387

That's the link above, click on it and then click on the like icon when it opens which is equivalent to voting. You know how it is, the more vote he has the more likely he is going to win.

So let's go people... Go and vote and feel free to share

Can I get at least 150 people to pleaseee vote?

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Trial of Ugochukwu...

Linda got home from work that day feeling exhausted.
She had seen Ugo a few weeks back and in her head, she kept playing the scene over and over again, that nothing between them that day was nothing short of a miracle.

She took off her shoes and got up from the bed were she was sitting and walked towards the window in her room folding her hands under her breast.

She allowed her mind go back to the days when Ugo was her sweetheart. They were inseparable,everyone knew them and already concluded that they would make a fine couple. A day wouldn't go by that there were not together, either going to school or buying something. They were friends, good friends!

And then he asked her to marry him That was when everything changed...

Not like she wasn't expecting it to happen because they became friends two years before that time and officially stated dating three months to when He asked her to marry him.

But she couldn't do it. She knew she couldn't go ahead a lot of things hindered her...

'You must be really deep in thoughts that you didn't hear me come in' her husband Anthony said into her ears holding her waist from behind.

she laughed and allowed herself fall into his chest inhaling his cologne and feeling the warmth of his embrace and for a moment all she felt was peace...

'Yeah I was'.

After a brief moment, she withdrew from his grip and turned to face him

'Tony there's something I want to tell you' she began

'Really?' He asked surprised. 'That would mean the two of us because there's something I want to tell you too but you would have to sit down to hear it' he said

'Hmmm, is it that bad? She asked with mixed frown and worry written on her face.

Tony held her and made her seat on the bed.

'It depends on what you mean by bad. I only want to see your face and look deep into your lovely eyes as I say what I'm about to say. I want to see how you would take it' Tony said

'Ok let me put on my shock absorber mood' she said and put on a grave look
Tony laughed. He loved Linda so much and always treated her like his first child and best friend. He had seen his father do same to his mom and he promised in his heart to do same to his wife.

'Is you mood activated now?' He asked laughing

She smiled.

'Ok' he exhaled.' I ran into someone today' he began

'Ok'

'He's someone that was very important to you in the past, I didn't know he was a friend to my colleague until he came around to see him today at the office
'You know Patrick right? He asked.
He came to see Patrick today.

He sighed 'Ok let me just cut to the chase. I met Ugo today' he concluded.
Linda had showed him his picture one time when they were going through her old photos, so when he saw him with Patrick, he couldn't place the face until Patrick made the introduction and called out his name.

For a brief moment Linda couldn't believe what she had heard. She wanted to be the first to tell him but he beat her to it

'So that's it' he concluded

He snapped his fingers close to her eyes when he saw that she didn't respond to what he just said

'Lindy are you ok? He asked with worry in his voice.

'I'm fine' she smiled when she saw the concern written on his face.
'Its just that you beat me to it, I had planned to tell you about it today. From when I found out he had an office in this town to when my boss asked me to go and negotiate a deal with his ad agency and how he asked me if we could hang out sometime...'

'Oh you knew all this while' he asked feeling relieved.

'I did Tony, I just didn't know how to break it to you', I had mixed feeling and I couldn't place exactly how I felt.

'Hey, hey! Tony said gently using his hands to raise her chin to meet his gaze. 'Hey! I get it, I totally understand how that could make you feel. I mean you loved the guy right? and if what you told me was true, you were going to marry him' He asked

'Yes Tony' She said in affirmation

'So I get the whole mixed feelings part, I'm not in any way threatened by that if anything I want to help you find a way out of this.

We are friends Lindy and how we handle this would affect our relationship greatly so if anything I want to help us find a solution so nothing will threaten what we share. We deal with issues as they come, not blame or wish them away, alright? He said into her eyes.

She let her head fall on his chest and sobbed lightly.

'I don't know what to do Tony. When I saw him my heart skipped. I don't even know if I should be telling you this. Something in me leaped Tony like I wished he was mine.

'I know. It would leaped in mine too you know, I mean you were friends with this guy for a long time and you hadn't seen him in a while now except that day, so what did you expect?

'Look Lindy, I don't feel threatened by that. I know you love me, if its that one sef I know you love me with a capital K' he said proudly.
'I have no doubt about that at all

She smiled and wiped her tears out with the back of her palm. She was very glad the way Tony was handling the issue he knew how fragile she was.

'The matters of the heart can be tricky sometimes' Tony continued
This not something to hid or feel ashamed about, its something to deal with, its something to sit and think through and then come out with a decision, its something you talk about... That's how you find a solution, I'm not going to back off now, together we would fight through our feelings and keep our love standing tall ok?

Linda loved her man, he really knew how to love her, she felt safe with him.

'I love you Tony' she said her voice filled with genuine passion

'You see! I said it, I said I know you love me with a capital K'
They both giggled

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Days turned into weeks and Ugo couldn't help but think about Linda.
He knew he shouldn't feed his thought about her, his head just seemed to have a mind of it's own.

Some days, he found himself comparing Linda to his wife and having to ask himself over and over if he made the right choice.

'Boy I need help!' he exclaimed out loudly to the hearing of his wife as they sat in the living room together.

'Need help for what?' Sarah asked.

'No its nothing, its just work related.' he lied.

'Ugo,' she called out gently, we have been married for six years now and you think I wouldn't know when you are lying or when something is bothering you?' She asked.

Ugo opened his mouth in shock. He thought he was doing a great job at concealing his feelings. He was wrong. She could see through him but he still wasn't sure how he was going to tell her and worse still what her response would be.
What should he do? He thought to himself

'And I also know that I'm not the only friend you have or love to talk with' she continued 'that's why there's Ola and Patrick there for you in case you need to speak, don't bottle things up seek help when you need to.' she added.

Ola and Patrick were Ugo's best friends at least until she came along and she knew they still maintained that bound. Ola was more mature probably because of his age so Ugo found it easier to talk with him instead.

'But if it is about throwing a surprise birthday party for me that's weighing you down' she said smiling, 'Then my Bukola would be your contact' she giggled at him.

He had completely forgotten about his wife's birthday coming up in two weeks time.
Wow!!!! This is not good' he chided himself mentally.
He smiled outwardly to his wifey but inwardly he was confused.

'I know that look Macho! Its a surprise birthday party but you are not telling' she smiled at Ugo.

'Lips sealed' Ugo responded feigning excitement.
He took a glass of water and picked up his car keys from the table.

'I'll be back soon' he said and pecked his wife on the cheek.
He headed for the door. He needed help and he needed it badly...

Sarah watched him drive away and knew something was wrong. She had to find a way to get it out, or better still a way to solve the mystery.

'But what can I do? She reasoned.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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