The gates of Fowi’s house flung open almost immediately Lade honked. As Demilade drove in, I unzipper the zipped of my playsuit, enough to display just the right amount of cleavage.
After parking behind the Lexus, we alighted from the car. The gate man greeted us and went back to his duty post as we made our way to the entrance door. Sophie rang the bell and Fowi opened the door almost immediately. (more…)
“This dress, it makes you look like a…” She hesitated.
I looked down at my dress, wondering what the problem could be. I rose my head and looked at her in confusion.
“Like a what?” I looked at the back. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Think of your children.” I thought I heard my mother say.
Had I heard I right? Perhaps, the igbati from the previous night had obstructed my hearing.
My husband is good at those, you might even say they are his specialty. It had become a routine: eat, get beaten, sleep, repeat. He hits me at the slightest provocation, his anger is seemingly boundless. Everything annoyed him, and this vicious slap I received, the igbati, reminds me of my turmoil.
“If you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut, then I will shut it for you.” Tola said.
She climbed one step up and looked around to see of anybody was close enough to hear her. I quickly stepped back because I didn’t want her to know I was eavesdropping.
Was I supposed to clear the table, or leave it for the domestic staff?
If I cleared the table, I’m sure Tola would sell the story of me being a local woman below their class, for clearing the table like a house maid. If I didn’t, she’d say I wasn’t brought up properly in my house and I didn’t know how to take care of a home as a woman. (more…)
“What were you going to do just now?” I heard Tola ask.
“I don’t understand mum.” Sophie replied.
“You wanted to eat leftover food?”
Ahan! Leftover food ke? Didn’t we just stand up to see Fowi off? How was it leftover food? Was it not the rice that we left for three minutes we were going to continue eating? Omo na wa o. Me that had said I was going to take Fowi’s chicken and eat sef, now the woman is calling it leftover. (more…)
“Christine is coming to town for a few days.” Demilade annouced to everyone. I dropped my piece of chicken and looked at him. More Tea
“So how are you Fowi?” I heard Tola ask Fowi.
“I’m fine aunty T, how is Lagos?” He asked her.
“My dear, Lagos is there jare, I am just tired of it, the traffic especially, you won’t believe I spend almost one hour getting to my showroom in Lekki from Ikoyi. It’s just a mess.” She lamented to him. More Tea
Your favorite girl is back with a new title, Ifunaya Martina Nwokedi, IJGB. You read that right. I have finally travelled outside this country and I’m sure you know that it means I am no longer your mate because my full baby girl mode has been activated.
“Ope o! You finally put her in her place.” Derin was ecstatic.
I had told him all that had happened that night, except for the part where she seduced me and drove me crazy to the extent of straffing her. I changed the narrative and told him that I had gotten to hers, met her in lingerie, fought hard and resisted the temptation by telling her that I had a fiancee whom I loved so much and wasn’t ready to lose her. More Tea