I woke up with the intense desire to cook
something wonderful for my hubby – it is a
Saturday. After praying a short prayer, I set out to
do just that. Richy had a very stressful day
yesterday followed by a very extensive talk/
argument. Yesterday night, we had talked and
talked about all the events of the week. He had
arrived looking so stressed out and tired that I
almost discarded my anger to pamper him a bit,
just as he does with me; but I reckoned that doing
that would push aside the settlement of what was
He entered and I welcomed him in a casual way
without the usual welcome kiss. He looked at me
critically with his tired eyes almost pleading for a
loving affection. “What is the matter honey? No
I shook my head slowly. “No sir. No kiss today, we
need to talk”. I wanted to continue but I just
couldn’t. He looked really tired that I decided to
relent a little bit, even though I still had that
carefully placed casual look. I collected his laptop
bag and suit jacket, carrying them into the room.
He tagged along, not uttering a word but I knew he
must be terribly curious.
Immediately we entered the masters’ bedroom, he
just lay flat on the bed, closing his eyes without
removing anything. It dawned on me that he must
be terribly tired; that could only explain why he
was not pestering me already.
I pulled off his shoes and socks, massaging his
feet with my hands. I moved to his shoulders,
massaging them slowly. His tension eased a bit and
he opened his eyes slowly. I felt stupid for
challenging him immediately he entered even
though that was the most reasonable thing to do
when we tend to postpone issues a lot, enjoying
each other’s company. Maybe that is why he did
not even remember to tell me about Oyinade, I
thought. Maybe he fired her because he already has
a child on the way. I banished all evil thoughts
from my brain as I stared at Richard’s tired
profile. I tugged at his suit.
“Why don’t you take a shower while I set your
dinner” I said quietly. He looked into my eyes with
his blue eyes, maybe reading my thoughts.
Normally, he would have tried to know what was on
my mind but he just nodded and sat up; maybe he
hadn’t even heard me. He started unbuttoning his
shirt but I went and took over from him, he shook
slightly and I smiled. He smiled back. “You know
the power you have over me, don’t you?”
I feigned innocence which only made him smile
more. After I had removed his clothes, I marched
him to the bathroom like a kid, leaving him there
to prepare his food.
We lay on the bed after eating and listening to
news. He was fidgeting with my hair; he loves
“I am all ears. What do you want us to talk about
that deprived me of my kiss?”
Oh! So he heard. I sighed. “We can start by you
explaining why you sacked Oyinade without telling
me anything about it”
Richard’s hand froze. I took that as affirmation
and stood up. You are keeping secrets from me
Richard and it is hurting me.” The very first time
in months I would call him by his name. “I know
the girl is a harlot bent on ruining other people’s
marriages and I am partially happy that she is out
of our lives but that does not negate the fact that
you almost got her pregnant in the quest of having
Richard was up too, looking at me tongue-tied like
something was wrong with me. That even made me
angrier. “Tell me: since when did you stop believing
that I could actually get pregnant?”
He got back his tongue. “What nonsense are you
ranting?” he growled.
My eyes widened. “So now I am saying nonsense,
right?” I spat glaring.
“I don’t know what the hell is going through your
brain but I certainly don’t know how a mere flimsy
hug translates to getting her pregnant. What on
earth put that idea in your head” he almost yelled,
We glared at each other for some seconds before I
“Well, it was not just the mere hug” I said
quietly, boiling with anger. “I received a call a day
before from an anonymous caller telling me of your
escapades with your mistress. The hug was a
confirmatory sign.” I laughed slightly; bitterly. “As
if that was not enough, she had the guts to visit
me on the hospital bed after I fainted to explain
to me how you desperately needed a child and that
since I could not give you one, she was-”
“What?” Richard yelled, cutting me short. He was
pacing angrily while I stood with arms akimbo.
“What rubbish? That lying wench…” he paced and
paced, making me dizzy.
“Oh… so she is lying? Easy to say since she is not
here to defend herself.” I said cheekily.
He stopped and glared at me. “You don’t believe
me? Ok. Tell me what is between you and Kelvin.
You met him before you met me and you must love
him more but why must you have anything to do
with him after all he did to you. I got the picture
where you were holding him so affectionately and I
saw him in your office also, so confident that you
would not reject him. Tell me: what is going on?”
“I don’t love him. I didn’t love him before. I
guess I was just attracted to him and I definitely
did not hug him, I bumped into him” I said then
proceeded to explain how it had all happened.
He nodded. “now, you want me to believe all that
and you won’t believe me?” he said quietly. He
inched closer to me, his anger obviously fading.
“Oyinade is just an over-ambitious girl. You’ve
known me for a long time now, who do you believe?
You do know that you are free to believe what you
I looked at him silently. I trust him and always
have but the evidence I had got was too much to
put away. I looked down but he used his finger to
raise my chin, causing me to look into his eyes
“I want you to discern the truth from my eyes,
look at me. I have not told you about all these
because I did not want to hurt your feelings; and
also due to your condition. You told me you didn’t
like her and I did not listen and it hurt me to have
her confess her guilt. Prisca found out the truth
and was wise enough to play the detective role”
Richard smiled, causing me to smile also.
I scoffed and said in a quiet voice. “And do you
also believe that there is nothing between Kelvin
and I? I don’t even love him, at least not even up
to a quarter of how much I love you”
He smiled. “I knew that and that is why I made
peace with Kelvin today”. I raised my eyebrow in
surprise. He laughed. “yes, I was surprised I did
that too. He finally gained consciousness and I just
felt pity instead of the usual anger I feel. He
challenged me for helping him despite our dispute,
saying that all I wanted was to shove my victory in
his face” he shook his head. “all I saw then was a
man who is deeply embittered about the prospect
of losing you. It is definitely too much to handle
and if I were to be in his shoes, I would have done
likewise. I offered him my friendship after a long
time arguing my intentions, he accepted. I guess
he was just touched that I could help him after all
he did to me.”
I laughed happily and hugged him tight. I have
already forgiven Kelvin immediately I heard of his
accident. “I love you Richard, very very much”
He pulled me and held my waist, looking into my
eyes with a thoughtful look. “Do I love you?
Hmmm… I love you like kilode”
We roared in laughter, laughed and laughed. The
Yoruba language sounded so awkward from his
accentuated mouth that the mere thought of the
word made me laughed the more.
“I love you” he kissed me deeply. “so we are
settled now right?” he stretched lazily. “Do I now
get a proper welcome kiss?”
I scoffed. “What of the one you stole now?”
“As you’ve said, it was stolen” he stood, waiting. I
inched closer slowly and when his eyes were
dropping shut, I kissed him on the cheek, leaving
him spell bound. I jumped on the bed and covered
myself with the blanket. Trust him, he ranted and
ranted about how unfair that was, coming over to
disturb the living daylight out of me.
Richard held my waist from behind, startling me.
The aroma in the kitchen was so heavenly that even
my mouth watered. After the usual kisses and
greetings, I turned to him, holding his neck with
my hands and gazing up at him. He looked round
and round, trying to determine what I was
preparing but I refused to tell him. After an
extensive try, he gave up and took my advice of
sitting in the sitting room and watching TV. I
smiled. He has no idea what I had in store for him.
Oyinade frowned as she stared at the screen. She
jumped up when the realization of what had just
happened hit her. They had murdered the wrong
person. It ought to be Ronke and not this Adejoke
girl being displayed on TV. She became slightly
dizzy. It had taken a whole lot of will-power to
attempt murder and now to complicate issues, they
just murdered the wrong person, meaning Ronke was
still free. She hadn’t called for the past three days
but that made her even more dangerous, not to
mention the fact that they just killed her favorite
step-sister. She remembered Ronke talking about
her extensively countless number of times.
Oyinade grabbed her head, roaming the sitting
room. She called Tikes but his number was not
going through. She threw her phone on the chair.
Ronke just got more dangerous. She had known that
Ronke was too clever to be eliminated so easily but
she also knew that Ronke would not have expected
her do anything so stupid. What would Ronke do
when she find out? She could not begin to imagine.
Ronke got tired of shedding tears. She could not
imagine that she had lost her step-sister, the only
family she had left. She still saw her yesterday
looking so alive and happy. Why had she asked her
to go over to the house? If she hadn’t done that,
she would be alive now. She wiped her eyes after
hours of wailing and crying. There was no one to
comfort her in the hotel she was lodged in and she
had to comfort herself.
She engaged her thoughts now. Who could have
wanted Joke dead? She is the liveliest person she
knew and could not think of anyone trying to harm
her. ‘Wait. What if I was the target?’ the thought
slammed into her, making her dizzy. It could have
been her obituary on the screen. She shook her head
vigorously, dismissing such evil thought. Silently,
she thanked God for her life.
She poured herself another shot of whiskey and
downed it at once. ‘who could have wanted me
dead’ she wondered. The old man crossed her mind.
It was a possibility but she felt the man could not
be as stupid as to do that; killing her would mean
he would not get his money back. That dismissed,
only one person could have done it – Oyinade. She
remembered that the deadline she gave would have
ended yesterday, meaning, the truth would have
been out today. ‘So that useless pig wanted to kill
me ehn? She killed my Joke, my own Adejoke.’ She
shook her head. She couldn’t come out of hiding
because she was still wanted for theft, making her
quest for revenge harder. She still couldn’t kill her.
Even though it hurt so much, she could not
imagine herself murdering a human being and not a
fetus. “Ok. Let me give her exactly what she was
preventing.” She said out loud.
Oyinade’s phone rang and she ran to pick it. It was
a hidden number and only one person call with a
“Hey you…. What rubbish did you do” she yelled.
“Would you shut up?” she heard over the receiver.
She froze. She never expected to hear that voice
again. She should be dead but by sheer luck and
braveness, she was still alive. She shivered.
“Hey R…Ronke… I… I heard about your ehmm…
“Would you shut your dirty mouth you murderer.
You think I am so dumb as to not know who did
this? Just listen; you just stepped the lion’s tail,
get ready to go down. After you go to jail for the
fraud you committed, you would then hang for
murdering my only family. They should be at your
doorstep now. See you in hell”
The phone dropped from Oyinade’s hand and
scattered all over the floor. Ronke had reported
her. She was almost peeing on her body and her
body shook so violently that you would assume she
just had an encounter with Titanic’s iceberg. She
picked her purse on the chair, gathered the ruins of
her phone, took her car keys and dashed out. She
drove out of the house without closing the gate.
Click image to contact via whatsApp: