Not So Happily Married…. Episode Four



My eyes were bloodshot, a far cry from what you would expect from a new bride. I stood up from the bed, stretched and went to the wardrobe to get my make up bag.


Subtlety is the key and I know that. No one expects a “just waking look” to show traces of makeup. So I applied a little foundation to conceal the bags under the eyes and a hint of black eye shadow to give a smoky look. I returned the kit to the wardrobe, placed myself carefully beside Jite. I paused for a minute to adjust some settings on the camera. Shutter sound and flashlight off, I placed my head on Jite’s chest and took the picture.


He didn’t rouse from sleep at all. I understood that he needed to sleep after the stressful day we had. I used the picture as my BBM display and put the message;

“First day of forever! Bliss…hitched and ecstatic.”


Jite and Omoboye (2)

The Yoruba people will say two people cannot be deceived at the same time. If the person who is being lied to doesn’t know, the person who is lying knows he is lying. I had no guilt for the deception. I was miserable but the world didn’t have to know.


Who would see the message and imagine that we had both gone to bed after a shouting match that people two rooms away could have heard.

I had surprised myself with the divorce word. It was unplanned but I was totally out of control.

He had burst out in laughter immediately I talked about divorce.

“Omoboye, please don’t make laugh. I am not in the mood for laughter. You? Divorce? You won’t do that Honey. You love public opinion too much for that. You would sooner die than face the stigma of divorce especially so soon.”

“Oh, you think I won’t abi? Keep this attitude up. See if I won’t. I don’t think you realize how much I wish I could be out of this room, out of this marriage, out of it all.”

“Who brings novels to their honeymoon? Why are we even doing the honeymoon anyway, we might as well not bother. You could tell your mum to keep her money, that we don’t need it. Tell her we are the worst couple that ever existed, that we don’t deserve favors. Tell her who your wife really is; tell her what you really think of me, make sure you include how you think I’m a vile, vain, baby killing monster.”

“I’m glad you know what you are.”

“You are glad I know what I am?”  I shrieked

I picked a pillow and threw it at him.

“How dare you even judge me? It’s not like you didn’t misbehave too. Have you even apologized to me for one minute for what you did with that Cripple?”

I waited for him to respond but he didn’t. Instead he turned his back to me.

I knew I had struck a nerve.

He didn’t talk to me after for the rest of the night.






The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Omoboye in front of the wardrobe, a travelling box in front of her. She looked good and I allowed my eyes to feast on her. She takes good care of herself and it shows, Butter scotch skin, hairless legs which she waxed every other week, a well rounded bottom the result of numerous hip exercises. She is good looking and she knows it.

 The night dress formed a perfect silhouette for her curvy hips. I could tell she was wearing nothing underneath and I felt my body harden looking at her. Vintage me would have drawn her close and we would have had a mutually satisfying tango under the sheets but I couldn’t afford to do that as much as I wanted to at that moment. She would take it to mean we were cool. I wasn’t ready for that.

 It dawned on me that this was our first morning together as a married couple and I wanted to say something, good morning, hello or whatever it is that newlyweds say to each other the morning after. But somehow my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. I was still too bitter about her mentioning my slip to even greet her.

She shouldn’t have mentioned anything about Bisade. She crossed the line with that and she knows it.


It’s not like I planned for what happened to happen.


Bisade is a dear friend and a confidant. We had never had anything intimate beyond talking but that changed the day Omoboye killed my baby.

I had gone to Bisade’s place straight from Boye’s apartment. I told her about what Boye did. She had been aghast at the extent of Boye’s vanity and had offered her comfort.


See Bisade is not someone I was attracted to or someone I ever thought I could have anything beyond friendship with. Ours was that type of boy-girl friendship that put proponents of “a man and a woman can never be friends” to shame.

Our friendship started right from university. We studied the same course and shared a desk for the four years in school. I never had any romantic feelings for her and she didn’t seem to have either. We both understood that we were always going to be just friends. I was her champion, the one who fought anyone who looked down on her. She had a bad case of Polio Mellitus as a child and so couldn’t walk without crutches. My friends would tease me to no end; they even gave me the nickname “Oko aro”. Most of the girls I dated had issues with our friendship but usually come around once they realize she wasn’t a threat and even make friends with her.


Boye was different however. She hated Bisade from the first time they met and would always call her a cripple. The label annoyed me and she knew it. I stopped complaining when I realized that the more I showed my displeasure at the term, the more she used it.

Bisade was only supposed to comfort me that day but even now I can’t seem to remember how things got out of hand. I just know they did and somehow we ended up having sex.

I felt dirty and soiled afterwards. We had been in such a hurry that we didn’t even remember to get naked. I had ended up with shiny pieces of her sequined dress glued to several parts of my body. It took an agonizing and guilt filled hour to get it off my skin. The mistake I made however was not getting it off my shirt and trouser and that was where Omoboye discovered them two weeks later. Shiny little snitches! Her question had been so gentle and direct that I couldn’t even think up a story fast enough and so I had told her the truth and made sure to blame it on her. She took it stoically then and I had been relieved.

That morning however I blamed myself for having a big mouth. I didn’t have to confess. I could have kept my mouth shut and retain the exclusive right to be indignant. Now not only did she have something to hold over me, my friendship with Bisade was also destroyed. I wouldn’t dare to even wave at her if there was a chance Omoboye will know.




Jite was even more withdrawn than the previous day. I knew he was sulking about my reference to his cripple. I knew what I was doing when I mentioned it. It was meant to remind him he wasn’t that holy either.

I hadn’t allowed myself to dwell so much on the issue. I willed myself to focus on making things better between us. I convinced myself that I deserve what happened. But that didn’t stop me from being pained. I don’t know what hurts most, that he cheated on me or that he did it with a cripple.


However I was ready to sheath my sword. I wanted us to show some warmth to each other. Zanzibar is a beautiful place. Somewhere I have always dreamt of going to. I had no desire to have an unhappy time there. Besides what’s a Honeymoon without Honey?

I watched as he sat up on the bed and decided to hug him. I am the woman here right? I should be the one to swallow my pride and reach out. Yes I aborted, I told him and he cheated. I should still overlook the cheating right? Forgive him and make the marriage work. I am sure Mom would agree with that.

I could almost hear her voice in my head.

“Omoboye, it’s a man’s world. If a man cheats on you, you forgive. Besides you caused it. If you had not done what you did, he would not have had reason to go to the girl.”

I went to sit beside him and hugged him. It was a one sided hug, his hands remained with him. I said “good morning husband”, he replied with a “gruff good morning wife” and disentangled himself from my embrace.

Ish. I tried. I murmured swinging my hips as I walked to the bathroom.




I hate flying, maybe because I am always scared about how the plane could easily crash. I glanced sideways at Jite; his face was still sporting a dark frown. I felt sad wondering how men could be so different from women.

Did it not occur to him that all this drama could end in a split second, that the plane could crash and we’ll both be gone forever. Did he not know that life was too short to live it in acrimony? My mind went to the crash that happened only months before. Who knows if one of the numerous couples that died in the crash had been fighting, how would they have felt when the plane developed problems, would they have quickly apologized to themselves, suddenly remember how much they love themselves and hug till death came?

Oh Omoboye stop thinking of death. I chided myself.

Think of Zanzibar, of sand, of beaches, of six course dinners under the stars, of belly dancers, of hammocks and beautiful nights spent entwined.

Static. It was hard to picture myself and Jite entwined without pink packets of condoms clouding my vision.

A wicked smile curved my lips as I thought of the condoms.

He would have a fit when he realizes they are gone. Tucked under the mattress where a lucky cleaner would find them.

There was no way I was going to have a condom filled honeymoon. Not when Mom’s threat that I had to get pregnant before our first anniversary still haunted me.

The idea had come out of the blues, no condom means I get pregnant and when I get pregnant, husband calms down. Everything goes back to normal and we live happily ever after. Whew! I thought a smug smile brightening my face as I placed my head on Jite’s shoulders.

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43 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. phatymabetara
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 07:46:06

    I wish the episodes could be longer :’) … Jite really needs to chill tho.


  2. moskeda
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 07:46:24

    First? Yeah. I’m first.


  3. olalohunpe
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 07:47:34

    oh God! i have to wait for next Wednesday……….. just change ur mind and post earlier than that, Toyin


  4. olalohunpe
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 07:49:16

    So Jite has a skeleton too?…..and see him playing God oh, this is getting interesting and can it be longer plsssssssssssssssssss


  5. famuyideolawale
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 07:57:55

    Alright, this is getting more interesting. I don’t not agree with “it’s a man’s world. If a man cheats on
    you, you forgive.” If a man cheat, let him apologize. And Boye’s mum was wrong to say that it was because of her that made Jite to cheat. Personally, I don’t believe in Sex by mistake. He may have been hurt by jite’s action but that isn’t an excuse for cheating. And besides its even the same day that it happened tht he did it. If it were weeks later, we might have said, oh, he was lonely and bla bla, but same day? Haba, Jite is lying to himself that he had never thought of making out with Bisade. Well IMO.


  6. pgent
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 08:08:14

    **in warri pidgin**.::…..but seriously jite forming don dey 2 much o,make i hear say i go get dat kind chick(omoboye) con dey para like jite?,when no be say i mumu


  7. Wale
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 08:13:07

    the kinda twisted advice Boye’s Mum gave her about cheating must die with that generation! there is absolutely no excuse for cheating. To hell with the saying that “its a man’s world” puhlizzzz! No one is “Forced” to cheat. it is a conscious effort and decision made by the cheat so let every1 take responsibility for their actions and stop blaming the cheating on the other party.
    plus that’s why God created in us something called “self control”


  8. theyoungwarlock
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 08:14:27

    From where I stand, Jite isn’t guilty of nothing! The wife’s action caused his own ‘reaction’. And we all kno that ‘reaction’ of his wasn’t pre-meditated, thought-out and, carefully executed like that of the wife that aborted a ‘foetus’. Its that Simple!


  9. amaeze
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 08:18:29

    Hmmmm I don’t believe having babies changes the behaviour of men. The story continues


  10. seunodukoya
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 08:47:33

    Na wa o.



    Jul 24, 2013 @ 08:56:48

    Hmmm hmmm! So Jite also has a feet of clay! Having done so bad, how could he be acting the “Holy man”? I wait patiently on you Aunty Toyin until next Wednesday! Well done.


  12. oscarpoems
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 09:43:53

    Communication oooooo. Will these guys just swallow the chill pill and communicate??? Mr. Man sef don tidy for town, Madam don screw up, scores na 1-1. Make dem bone, restart kiakia and let peace reign fa.
    This is how issues get out of hand, while we wanna form “I’m right”.
    I’m hooked on this story, Wednesday can like to come quick jor


    • St Naija
      Jul 24, 2013 @ 15:38:20



    • Síjúadé-Kings, G. (@iAmKingsiju)
      Jul 24, 2013 @ 15:38:53

      1-1? Some goals weigh more than 3 points even when FIFA says a draw is 1-point apiece. Anyway, the issue here is that they have left the proper things undone and it is going out of hand.

      Abi… thanks for your attempts but you can never tell if today’s rain would make a greater flood than yesterday’s until it is done. Lets wait on Toyin to wrap it up.

      My take, there’s no excuse for cheating or taking a life!


  13. dami
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 09:47:04

    Can we have 2 episodes in 1 please? Tnks in anticipation


  14. olajumoke
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 10:13:05

    Dis edition to be sincere is interesting,can’t wait to read d next


  15. olajumoke
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 10:20:33

    This is getting more interesting,can’t wait to see wat happens in d next edition.communication is an important tool it sud be used in any relationship for better undastndin


    • Moh Sarkee
      Jul 24, 2013 @ 11:10:13

      Toyin! Toyin!! Like play, like play.. This series don dey become food Oo. Beht come Oo, make u make am twice in a week na.


  16. Chika
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 11:12:16

    Boye obviously did something wrong but Jite shuld not blame her for his cheating. U dnt Say bcuz sum1 made a mistake dere4 u too will make a mistake. Jite is a cheat simple. If it wasn’t this abortion it would v been something else he would v used in d future as a reason to cheat. If I was Boye I wuld v left dt relationship d moment he cheated cuz it only shows how spiteful he can be. If u do something wrong u acknowledge and apologise not try to blame sum1 for ur mistake. I pray God helps her resolve this issue seeing as they r now married. I also pray d Bisade woman doesn’t turn out to be pregnant. Dt would be a serz slap to d face.


  17. herbby
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 11:35:41

    The story is getting more intresting……. Sisi Toyin, abeg, the days too far now……NEXT WEEK WEDNESDAY……..ahhhhhhh!!!!


    • ayoade
      Jul 24, 2013 @ 15:27:49

      Nothing short of expectation from Toyin Fabunmi. I’m sure you are going places with writing. I can’t wait for the next episode.


  18. fadunsin akinsola
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 12:23:51

    My gf might end up loosing some of my company,cos I’m getting engaged to this intriguing and exciting story…….chai next week far o


  19. Yetundeadebiaye
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 13:04:31

    Another twist to the story! TY, you don start oh! These twists and turns na wa oh! I hope you won’t create another twist with a plane crash?! **tongue out** Haba! Well… Can you believe this sanctimonious son of a b***h!!! So Jite is an hypocrite? Condemning ‘Boye while he has also messed up big time! So make the two of them call a truce na! Abi? Because this ‘holier than thou’ attitude no go carry ’em reach anywhere!


  20. sleek
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 13:45:03

    Too short, not fair


  21. Aziz
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 14:06:52

    Toyin pls if Boye wants to divorce Jite, let her do so. Just make sure you give me her contact…I’m single, I forgive easily & by the way who am I to refuse the advances of a very beautiful lady. Butter Scothed legs, hairless leg. *drooling*


  22. Abi I
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 15:12:29

    Why do I have a funny feeling that one or more of these scenarios will happen?- 1. Both Boye and Bisade will be pregnant by the end of the honeymoon, but Bisade’s baby will be about a month older than the wife’s
    2. Bisade will get pregnant and Boye will find out that she can’t get pregnant anymore. 3. We will find out that the aborted baby didn’t belong to Jite and that’s why it was excused out of the plot but Boye’s vanity is get to her head and she will blurt it out to Jite and that would be the end of Solomon Grundy. I have several other plots but I’ll wait till next Wednesday. PS Toyin, this week’s blog is much shorter by 2 paragraphs blocks of the usual. You have an average of 7 blocks of paragraphs but in this one you put in 5, so you ‘owe’ us an extra 2 next week, you hear?


  23. Ayobami
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 15:57:11

    Hmm,this is getting more interesting but they both need to grow up cos they both misbehaved…my fingers are crossed


  24. tessa
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 16:59:11

    Let’s see now
    boring but necessary
    what next?


  25. ololade
    Jul 24, 2013 @ 20:10:14

    Nice story
    Hope dis Is not d end ooooo
    Make d alo continue o.
    Good job weldon


  26. Jyte
    Jul 25, 2013 @ 13:42:37

    You do realise that Wednesday begins at 12:01am? I’ll be waiting with a clock.
    Doesn’t Jite have a second name?
    She threw away the condoms of a withdrawal method master? Choi!


  27. careerconcept
    Jul 25, 2013 @ 22:34:28

    Reblogged this on CareerConcept and commented:
    It’s getting more interesting.


  28. jummy
    Aug 09, 2013 @ 15:29:25

    LMAO @cripple Funny Couple!


  29. theshaione
    Sep 13, 2013 @ 12:21:56

    Very Nice. I like the switch btw POVs. Cool story telling there …..


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