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Life after wedding (belina season 2) episode 20


The pain coercing through me is so unbearable. It

felt like the end of the world was just a breath

away. Everything I thought of, everything I saw,

everything I felt was pain. My water broke just as

I played chess with my step-mum. She had been

staying with us for two weeks now. Richard’s mum

wanted to stay also but Richard still could not see

eye to eye with his mum. Through my efforts, he

has been able to release some of the hurt he felt

but he still could not handle having his mum

helping me through the pregnancy period. He

lamented that some of her promiscuous nature

could be transferred. I felt he still held a level of

grudge against her. Months flew by without me

actually noticing it. My belly rose and rose and with

each passing day, my joy increased and anticipation

rose. Richard stayed at home most times, leaving

the hospital in the hands of doctor felix.

Something I never anticipated happened: we became

friends with Kelvin. The past was buried and we

became family friends. Life is a lot better when we

forgive. I had always said that most women always

exaggerate their labour pains. Even when Prisca was

heavy and in labour, something still told me that it

could not be that painful. Experiencing it now was

giving me the first hand idea of what it is all


Richard drove in like a mad man, after the gateman

had opened the door for him. He did not even kill

the engine or shut the door of the car, instead, he

rushed to take over from my mum; Prisca’s mum to

be precise, who rushed inside to take a box filled

with baby clothes. The scan had confirmed Prisca’s

suspicion, I am expecting a boy. I tried to be

brave, holding back the pain but I let out

exclamations unconsciously every now and then. He

murmured endearments, slowly moving me to the

backseat. Mum ordered him to hand her the keys

and seat with me at the back. There was really no

time to argue, so he obeyed immediately. She drove

in a sane manner, still on top speed.

Richard’s face was carefully guarded as he caressed

my hair, dropping kisses on my forehead. He was

visibly worried. I looked at him and smiled through

the pain. Even in pains, my head still worked to


“Honey” I whispered and gasped as another wave of

pain seared through me.

“Yes baby. You would be fine. Just take in lots of

air.” Even as a doctor, he was I nodded filling my

lungs with air.

“Would you make me a promise?”

Richard looked at me with dread. We had watched

so many movies with this line of action, they don’t

always end well.

“Don’t scare me Bell, please don’t. You would be

fine” he murmured, his hands shook as he held


I smiled weakly. “If our son comes out and he

happens to be as handsome as you are, especially

possessing your blue eyes, promise me that you

would forgive your mother. Totally”

Richard heaved a sigh of relief. “I promise, just

promise me you would be fine. We are meant to

grow old together, remember?”

I smiled. “I love you”



Richard paced the waiting room restlessly. He could

not even sit down for two seconds. People who

were also nervous were trying to calm him down

but it did not work. His parents, step mother,

tony, Prisca, Mr. and Mrs. Jegas, and Kelvin were

also with him. All the BRH workers were also in

anticipation and seeing Richard so distressed made

them even more anxious. Everyone had a prayer in

their mouth. Doctor Felix was with Belina along

with four nurses. They had refused to allow Richard

in. Richard had wanted to go in, even if only to

hold Belina’s hand through it all but doctor Felix

had refused.

Mr. Branson, Richard’s father went and held Richard

in a tight hug. He had watched his son move

restlessly and felt the deep urge to reassure him.

“She would be fine. God is in control. She needs

your faith, now more than ever” he patted

Richard’s back while Richard nodded. He has never

been in this situation before and now that was, his

heart has changed location and is now residing in

his mouth but that did not stop him from praying.

“I remember feeling this way when you were to be

born” Richard smiled when he heard that. “It is

well” Mr. Branson whispered.

Richard heaved a sigh and said, “Amen”



Oyinade rolled and tossed on the uncomfortable

mattress in her one room apartment. The mattress

lay on the floor without a bed and the more she

laid on it, the more her discomfort. She had rushed

out of her own house some months ago and since

then; her life has been a living hell. She had heard

of the visit of the officials sent to her house to

get her barely five minutes after her departure and

she had thanked her stars for leaving early enough

although her leaving happened to be the worst

thing that had ever happened to her. Her account

was frozen so there was no way she could withdraw

any money. Her house was seized and she was left

with only one thing: her car.

She had to pawn her expensive car for two hundred

thousand in order to secure an apartment. Due to

the fact that she was on the run, she left

Lagostotally and got an apartment in Ogun state.

She was only able to secure a one room apartment

in order to buy some foodstuff and clothes cos she

had only left her house with the cloth she had on.

Hunger raked her tummy and she grimaced. All she

had left from the bag of rice she bought months

ago would not last her a week. All her foodstuff

was on the edge. Getting a job had proved to be a

futile effort because she had to lie low for fear of

being arrested. All these happened because of

Belina. That little witch. Oyinade hissed, combing

her hair with her fingers. She had watched Belina

on television barely a month ago attending a red

carpet even with Richard, Tony and Prisca. She

almost used her eyes to abort the pregnancy

through the screen. She made a pledge to have her

revenge. She definitely would do that, even if it

happened to be the last thing she did, she vowed.



Tears rolled out of my eyes, going in the direction

of my ears. I lay on the hospital bed, in labour.

Sweat covered my face in the air conditioned room

and a nurse was mopping my face, with words of

comfort floating out of her mouth. I gasped as I

took in enough air, as directed by the doctor.

“Push”, I heard the doctor say. I gathered all my

will and groaned as I pushed hard. I gasped, filling

my lungs. I had been pushing and pushing but it

seems like the baby would never come out. The pain

was so unbearable that I started doubting my

ability to go through it all. I held on to God, the

only one that could help me through it all. I

envisioned God standing there with me and I got a

renewed strength. The echo of ‘push’ rang in my

head and I gave it all I could. I could only feel

pain coercing through me like a thousand knives.

The cry of a baby pierced the room and swallowed.

A weak smile was displayed on my face as I weakly

took the baby from the doctor. I laughed weakly in

tears as I stared at the tiny creature I was

holding. The love I felt there and then is one

which I have never experienced before. Even though

I felt weak and semi-conscious, I knew that I

would not leave my baby for anything in the world.

The second I held him in my arms, I knew I would

love him forever.


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thought that change could locate her? She had

been visited by the person known as Christ and

everything about her had changed. Even though she

had been spending stolen money, she hadn’t been

able to get happiness. She felt more miserable by

the day. She hadn’t even spent quarter of the


One day she just stood up and started walking on

her street in Abuja. What prompted her, she could

not even pinpoint. She had entered the church that

always caught her eyes. Since that day, her life

had changed. She stopped spending the money and

started a teaching job. Returning the money was

foremost in her mind but she was too scared to do

it. She hoped that she would gather that courage

after meeting with the pastor. She hoped that the

people waiting to see the pastor would be few,

being a mid-week service. She grabbed the small

bible she purchased some weeks ago, put it in her

bag and marched out with a song on her head.




Richard was becoming more restless by the minute.

He could not understand what could be taking them

so long. He swallowed hard as he stared at the door

countless number of times. If he hadn’t been so

worried, he would have known that the time he had

spent, waiting was not over-stretched. The time

only seems longer when you are involved with the

patient personally.

His heart skipped several beats as the door opened.

He rushed there, along with everyone. Doctor Felix

had a smile on his face. “Congratulations sir, you

have a bouncing baby boy”. The once quiet room

became noisy with jubilations. “And Bell?” Richard


Doctor Kelvin smiled. He had expected that. “She is

resting now”

Richard unleashed his joy as he yelled happily. He

knelt down there, giving all the glory to God. He

started receiving hugs from everyone. He even

hugged his mother without noticing it. The last

person he hugged was Kelvin. Prisca lifted Patricia

in her arms, turning round and round until she

became dizzy, saying ‘now you have a baby

brother’. Patricia giggled and giggled, like she

knew what had just happened.

Kelvin felt genuinely happy for Richard and Belina.

Belina definitely deserves happiness and no other

person can give her apart from Richard. He had felt

a sickening dread during the waiting period and

seeing Richard that worried gave him cause to

panic. He had kept his extreme worry hidden even

though his restlessness often took over him. He

still loves Belina. He has accepted that they could

be only friends but that did not stop him from

feeling the way he did. He was content though. It

is better to be her friend than have her as an


Richard finished his display of gratitude to God,

and headed towards Belina’s room. All the workers

in BRH were full of rejoicing. Not only is Richard

the best employer you can have, he is also a friend.

The most humble man you can ever come by. They

had all prayed for a day like this for him. Belina

was more of a friend to them than a boss. If there

is anything like a perfect match, the coming

together of Richard and Belina would be their own

description of a perfect match. Their childlessness

had affected everyone and they never failed to pray

for them. Individually, they started thinking of

what to wear to the naming ceremony.



It is the naming ceremony day. Saying that I am

the happiest woman alive is definitely not an

understatement. Our extra-large compound seemed

to have become a market place because everywhere

was filled with people. Everyone in Nigeria seemed

to have their eyes fixed on Richbel’s Estate as

journalists came enmass to capture the event.

The large and beautifully crafted events centre in

the estate is the venue for the naming. The crafts

and art works were inspected by everyone that

came. The flowers gave the environment a sweet

smell and those who were not flower freaks started

developing interest in them. My native attire

dazzled and accentuated my body as I went from

one place to another greeting people. It is certain

that I would not be able to greet half of the

guests but I still went about welcoming people. My

mum was taking care of the baby and Richard has

been held down by a group of friends. I saw some

of those friends coming with Richard and I smiled.

Richard and I had the same costume on and my

heart swelled with pride as I gazed at my

handsome husband. They took me before I could

even protest and placed me beside Richard, with

their cameras in hand. I laughed as we both tried

to find a wonderful position and style. I ended up

standing right in front of Richard. He had his

hands on my waist and my hands were placed on

his, my back resting on his broad chest. Everyone

around joined the friends, bringing their phones and

Ipads out and clicking away. We laughed and smiled

as flashes of cameras continued to beam.

“How are you feeling today after close to three

years of no issue” I heard a journalist say, standing

right in front of me.

I smiled at the camera as all the journalists

gathered round to capture my speech. “I feel

ecstatic. I am so grateful to God for a day like

this. I feel I am the happiest person alive. Nothing

compares to the joy of being a mother. To my

loving husband who stood by me throughout the

waiting period, you are the best husband ever. I

owe it all to God. Speaking of children, I have to

get back to my angel. Chao” I turned back and

hurried inside.

The ceremony was very interesting and wonderful.

It ended after about two hours. Our pastor was the

one that did the naming. My son was giving three

names: Roland, Samuel and Promise. We were asked

to dance after the ceremony and we danced and

danced. People came around and danced with us.

Immediately after the dance, someone stood in

front of Richard and i. Richard’s mum was glowing

in her native attire and her beauty was evident.

How could she not give birth to someone as

handsome as Richard? I wondered. Even at fifty,

she easily turns heads. I looked at Richard,

reminding him of his promise with my eyes. He

smiled. The reconciliation is long overdue. He went

forward and hugged his mum tightly. Cheers filled

the air, as cameras clicked. Tears flowed from the

eyes of Loretta, as well as Richard. They helped

wipe the eyes of each other and held on to each

other again. Tears threatened to go down and it

flowed down unhindered as I looked at them. She

took little Roland from my hands for the first

time, beaming with the joy of being a


“I am proud of you” I whispered to Richard and he

beamed. We both watched as my mother-in-law

held Roland with so much love. Richard’s friends

came and took him. It all happened within the

twinkling of an eye. Loretta let out a scream and

before we knew what was happening, a gun was

placed against her head.

“Nobody moves or I’ll blow off this woman’s head

along with this thing she is carrying” I heard a

familiar voice say.

I saw with horror as Oyinade’s face came into view.

Richard was moving closer slowly, I saw from the

corner of my eyes.

“Don’t you dare move. Don’t dare me. I would blow

her head off. I swear” she yelled at Richard.

Obviously, she had seen him.

A sickening dread covered me. A fear I had never

felt before. “Leave my child out of this Oyin, your

problem is with me.”

She laughed. “Really? He is the reason why you

won. Tell me something: don’t I have the right to

be with the man I love?”

“You don’t have the right to be with another

woman’s husband” I said quietly.

She laughed. “Well, I don’t have the time to

banter words with you. Since I can’t have Richard,

you also would not have the chance to be with him.


My face grew pale. “No”, I heard Richard yell as he

ran towards me. The gun shot echoed, shattering

the silence that had once engulfed the air.


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