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DIARY OF A SINGLE LADY PART 3

This particular episode of heartbreak was so extreme, that I lost track of reality. I didnt know what iIwas doing again. I packed my things and said bye casually. I sang over 300 christian songs trying to cover up the pain. The concept called university and love was unveiling itself to me now clearer and the element of trust was lost completely. Thinking of this particular event again on my birthday caused me a new form of pain. It became even worse when Auntie Feza mentioned the neighbour, another Yoruba boy I thought!!! never. I've had enough experience with them and it was over. I told my Auntie that all i'm thinking of right now is how to make money. We walked into the courtyard with a glass of wine each and i gave her Bunmi's experience. Bunmi was another example of a good person. he is an element of responsibility. a product of a professor as a father and medical doctor as a mum. I met Bunmi the day he lost his job. banks were retrenching and he was a victi...

DIARY OF A SIGLE LADY PART 2

        This was the first time a very handsome guy was approaching me. He did it in the presence of my parents like it was his right. My mum laughed and told him to be taking care of me. Femi is in 400 level computer engineering. After the matriculation, it took a little conviction for me to accept everything he offered. I’ve just returned to my room, when Femi came with a car only parents drive. Tracy lets groove on it’s your day…. I jumped into one the clothes I’ve been saving, looking like a masquerade patiently waiting to display its talents. Everyone’s wish was the day shouldn’t end, we never knew it was laziness that was functional within us that produced those thoughts. I and Imade ended our own at the club party Femi took us to. He was also with a friend Bruce. We were grooving like we were promised a million for the best dancer. All along I knew today will not repeat itself and if it does I will live it again. I drank like a fool and later ...

DIARY OF A SINGLE LADY PART 1

DIARY OF A SINGLE LADY You call him sweetheart or baby with lovely responses and subconsciously you’ve built your entirety around him but lately you are beginning to wonder whether he may be “the one”. You know that a lifetime commitment should not be taken lightly. The question is, is he really a husband material? Ever since I was a little girl, I created a world of knowing how my husband looks like. I made a list: handsome, smart, tall, rich, romantic, built… The list went on and on. The truth is, I didn’t know what was important in a husband. I dated several guys that satisfied  all of my requirements. Yet, I did not want to marry them. Gradually, I started cluing in to what really matters. If you’ve ever been in a serious and long relationship before you are not likely to be alien to what I’m talking about. The feelings and affection grow to a point and new habits start coming up. You start wondering if he is originating these habits or they were h...

TURNING FROM OUR PAST

Diana’s session was like forever. That was the first sight of exorcism I saw. Her voice changed and something else was talking inside her. They have been sent to the world to come and attack men and women. They do all sorts of thing to gain access to your soul. I also went through lots of sessions in church afterwards to confirm I wasn’t influenced by the demonic Diana. My life was now getting stable again. I thank God for the love my wife could still show me even after all I’ve done wrong.  Fr Thomas gave us many prayer points and sanctified our union once again. I promised not to ever turn away from my family again. Whenever I’m turning to God I will turn with my family. The state of solitude can cause a lot, which you would not know. My four seasons of loneliness have caused me so much havoc while I believed I was alone. But the spiritual aspects of it have helped realize the truth that I didn’t do those things in full consciousness. I still like Diana anyway if the spi...

TURNING TO THE PRIEST

I weighed in my mind the extremity of the problem at home and the evidence of my innocence is pretty negative. What would I say? Should I just go with apologies? Chidinma would ask many questions and I must answer. Those questions really don’t have answers. The phone rang a second time before I picked it and said Father, I will be on my way soon but to my surprise it was my wife’s voice that I heard on the other side of the line. With a crying tone telling me baby, just come home all will be well. That’s the set up.  I gathered up some courage to go home. Kevin advised me not to go yet, that I should wait for some family members to be home and advices starting rolling in. Personally I knew I had to go and face my fears but I didn’t know how. Slowly I stood up and walked to the road, stopped a bike again and home I was. Chidinma was arranging her things; she’s going to her mother’s house. Rev Fr. Thomas tried talking to her but she was all deaf ears. She said I never told h...

WHAT OTHER TURN

I felt condemned to death, I needed to disappear, I didn’t know what to say, I started to sweat profusely and thought to myself: should I push her outside or rewind the world to correct this errors?   My mind started roaming as she pushed her way inside the sitting room asking of Musa because the gate was left open. I couldn’t answer I was stunned beyond control. I politely moved away from the door and started towards the gate. I opened the gate and heard a shout from my sitting room. I knew my wife has started her Jackie Chan moves. In my mind I knew Diana would die today, cheating on chidinma’s husband is a taboo that even the devil knows. I was outside the gate and effortlessly I got a bike, stopped it and told the bike man to just keep moving. I didn’t know where I was going to but I knew wherever it is I was going is better than staying in that house. Shortly I got to Kevin’s house and saw also barrister Osaze, our very good friend. I narrated the story and they told ...