Turning to a new friend

I have broken the chain.

I have cheated on my wife.

I feel doomed and it seems the whole world is crushing o my head. Here the devil comes again whispering into my ears “what makes you think your wife isn’t doing the same thing”

I snapped back into reality and told Naomi to get dressed. I’m leaving for a meeting pretty soon I said and thank God she didn’t hesitate. I controlled myself as I rose to my feet and the thought of my wife, coming into our house, seeing me naked with another woman came to my mind and I saw how well she cried.

The sob was quiet but I knew someone was inside the house. The knocks are not producing any results but I was positive a soul was inside. As a boyfriend you have limit regardless of mummy’s acceptance. Leaving the front door for Chidinma’s windows the cry increased and peeping I saw her crying profusely like she lost her mum. The last time I saw her cry that way was when she lost her dad due to a ghastly accident. 

The man had held the family together through all forms of hard work. A very hardworking civil servant who drives all the way from Suleija to Garki every morning to make sure food was never lacked in the house. A particular 14^th of February was the first time I saw her cry; the men of the road safety had escorted themselves into their house to convey the message of the death of the father to their mum. 

He had an accident on his way home after buying gifts for the whole family. Chidinma was eighteen years old then and our relationship was about taking shape. I consoled from all angles like I really lost a father in-law. Family and friends trooped in the sign the condolence register and those three weeks were part of what gave me the right to be her husband. My dedications are always extreme when I’m jobless; then it was ASUU strike.

Same mood of the father’s death was what I was seeing this day through her window. She stood up to open the door and I asked her what the problem was. She said she was just thinking of the fact that she is going to leave her family and stay with me forever. Baby its two weeks to our wedding and you are still thinking. She told me there are lots of things she was just imagining

And I asked her like what. She said like me sleeping with another girl on our matrimonial bed.  Like me beating her up etc. Same thing that made my wife cry shortly before our wedding was what I just did. This time I knew Kevin, Naomi and Diana are not my friends.

She’s in the bathroom having her bath, singing “come and see the Lord is good” after profusely sleeping with another woman’s husband. I opened the bathroom door and what I saw was about tempting me again, but I got pissed when I discovered she was wearing my wife’s shower cap. I wanted to explode but I just kept my shut.

 In a few minutes we were all leaving the house and I demanded they should drop me at Uyi’s house. I feel Uyi should be a better friend. He is focused and more reserved. He had a relationship for twelve years (that’s stupid anyway) but he is straight and he doesn't cheat if not called for.

Musa was given the contract of cleaning up my house. He is a trusted security man from Niger republic. Hard work is his calling. Musa will fall sick if he doesn't work.  Twenty five minutes we were in Uyi’s house and off they went after dropping me. We waved like I was travelling out and a sigh of relief on my face believing I have escaped this evil of enemies clothed in friend’s coat. The security opened the gate and told me “oga de upstairs “slowly I climbed the stairs and forgetting to knock, I just opened the door to see one of the greatest scenes in the world……….. It was a world of