I woke up that fateful Monday morning feeling like a queen. Everything was right with the world. Well, almost everything. Badmus had been so distant from me. He wouldn’t resume work till 12pm sometimes, then he would close at 4pm and vanish into thin air. When I go to his office to look for him, he would either be in a meeting, too busy to see me or not even around at all. (more…)

Onome had not arrived at the office yet. The plan was to drive in just after her and park beside her. So she could see me in all my glory, getting down from my new car. Scratch that, new machine. (more…)

I looked out Fayo’s window to see who it was. It was Wayas. He was having an argument with a security official at the gate. I looked away and continued trying to park the car. (more…)

“You’re sure it’s ok? You want this one?” Badmus said.
I was still in shock that Badmus was buying me a car after just three weeks of dating. He didn’t just take me to any car shop, it was a Mercedes car shop. (more…)

“What about this one?” The man asked us.
“Do you like this one?” He gestured to it.
“It’s not bad.” I shrugged. Anything was fine with me. I was still in shock at the drastic turn around of events. (more…)

Badmus was nowhere to be found. I waited for almost an hour and still, nothing. Fayo dropped me off at the gym and went back home to get ready for work. She called at intervals to find out if he had arrived.
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When I woke up, I replayed the events of the previous day in my head. The day that my life would change had finally come and I had developed cold feet. Before this Onome situation, I didn’t ever see myself dating a married man, not to talk of one with a side chick already.
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I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the car. Fayo was far ahead of me and got into the car before me. She started the car and zoomed off.
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She pushed the attraction oil I had set on the bedside table down, breaking the bottle and spilling its content in the process. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I rushed towards her to salvage what was left of the bottle’s contents. In the little commotion, I risked upturning the table with the rest of the kayanmata.
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“This my dear Teni, is what you call kayanmata” She said as she showed me the different things. There were some in small bottles that looked like juju. Other things in bigger containers and bottles. She even had a bundle of what looked like dried ugwu tied up together.
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