Not So Happily Married….. Episode Five



“Paradise.” Jite said as soon as the airplane landed on Pemba Island.

“Baba Paradise.” I agreed.

I felt energised as I breathed in the air. I began to take pictures; the last six hours completely forgotten. Apart from the five hour flight from Lagos to Zanzibar, it had taken another thirty minutes flight from Stone Town airport to get to the island. I was tired but didn’t want to miss a thing and so I snapped away.

We took a taxi from the airport and got to our lodge after another fifteen minutes. I knew then that it was a fact that the most beautiful places on earth are usually the hardest to get to.


The house we rented was exactly as advertised. One of the first things I saw was the terraced garden that had made me fall in love with the house when we were booking and then the outdoor pool and the reclining chairs beside it.

“Heaven!” I exclaimed linking my hand with Jite’s.

Our hosts; the owners of the house met us at the door.  They were there with their staff and gave us a very warm welcome. We were immediately offered refreshing cocktails made inside Pine apple shells. I was  so thrilled. pineapple

The room was so beautiful it seemed surreal. The bed hangings, lamps and cushions were all Morrocan. It was also painted Lavender; my favorite colour and smelled of spices.

Jite relaxed almost immediately we entered the Island and by the time we entered our room, he was already sporting a smile, holding my hands and rubbing my shoulders. I decided the Island wasn’t just Paradise after all and so I christened it Miracle.

Barely thirty minutes later, we were treated to a freshly prepared meal of Prawns, Lobsters and Pilau – the famous spicy Rice of Zanzibar. Our host also provided us with a map of the Island which contained some of the available sights and activities to engage in.

When we got back to our room after the meal, I read out the activities and did a little tap dance with each activity that I read out.


Diving with the Dolphins.     tap

Wading in Shallow Sandbars.  tap tap

Volcanic Stone Massage. tap tap tap

Snorkeling. tap tap tap tap                              

Visit to World Heritage Site of Stone Town. tap tap tap tap tap

A local dhow sunset cruise which includes a picnic in a secluded mangrove area. tap tap tap tap tap tap

I had Jite giggling nonstop throughout the reading and I felt a warm glow spread through my body with each giggle.


Omoboye was really excited and I was too. I was finally feeling happy about being married and it felt good.

“Hey Jite, why don’t you allow things to remain this way?”

“Yeah Jite we would allow things remain this way, everything except the unprotected sex.”

“You are just a block head.”

“Thank you.”

I was still watching Omoboye dance as I had the conversation with myself. She looked so beautiful in a Red sun dress that barely covered her lower thighs. My eyes bulged as she stopped and in what was barely a second, removed her dress and expertly threw it on one of the cushions in the room.

“I didn’t know I married a stripper.” I said making sure I was smiling so she would know it’s a joke.

“There are lots of other things you would still find out about your wife Jite and guess what; you have a lifetime for that.”

“Yes Omoboye, we do have forever.” I replied.

My boxers suddenly felt uncomfortable as she did another strip tease and removed her Kente bra. She is the only girl I know who could use Kente material as underwear and make them look super sexy.

She stood there naked except for her Kente G-string. It was the perfect moment for an embrace, a kiss and at least an hour of mind blowing love made on the bed that smelled of exotic spices. It was a rare moment, one that we didn’t take or that I refused to take. I broke the eye contact first and picked up my phone from where it laid on the bed. I decided it was a good time to call our parents.

Omoboye wanted our phones off; she had talked about it months before the wedding. We could occasionally call our parents and make updates on Blackberry but that was it. I was itching to open my twitter page, I knew there would be numerous mentions and direct mentions on it but I had agreed with Omoboye that it wasn’t proper to get back into social media so soon.


My heart bled for the moment lost but I was grateful Jite was coming around so I couldn’t complain. I consoled myself with the hope that more would come and decided to join him on the bed. I sat on his laps with my legs facing forward, my crotch strategically placed on his and my bare breasts practically in his face. It was something no full blooded man (especially a new husband) would ignore.

He didn’t flinch, he only adjusted to accommodate me better; the gesture ensured my centre rested perfectly on his.

“It’s been so long.” I murmured as he told me he wanted to call our parents. He smiled. He understood I wasn’t referring to the calls.

We spoke to Jite’s Mom and my parents. His Mom sounded really excited; she just got a call about another contract she told us. The phone was on speaker and I gave a whoop that I hoped sounded genuine enough. I have always believed something was fishy about his Mom and the way she got the funny and very fraudulent contracts that she did now and then. But she was my mother in law and as long as we benefited who am I to complain.

Dad was cool as usual. My Mom however kept asking if we were having fun laying emphasis on the fun. The way she said the fun reminded me of how I needed to get pregnant fast.

Time was running out and we hadn’t even started.


She wants me, I know that. I want her too.

The atmosphere seemed too perfect for me to use a condom or withdraw so I knew I had to provide a distraction. I rolled her off my laps and lay on her. She closed her eyes and I felt guilty about what I was about to do. I kissed her neck, earlobes and her forehead. Everything in me wanted to go all the way. I wanted to kiss her lips. I wanted to lose myself and wallow in the depths of her. More importantly I had a sudden urge to wipe away the memory of the horrible sex we had on our wedding night.

But I didn’t.

“Sweets, don’t you think we should head out to the pool; I will like to find out if that water smells of spice too.” I said smiling and pretending I didn’t see disappointment cloud her eyes.

“We could take a cool swim, head for the beach and then…….”

“Wait, Sweets do you think anyone would mind or see us if we decide to make love on the terrace later tonight?”

She smiled then, her face brightening.

“I guess we could try Husband”.


I was disappointed. There had been something in his eyes, something that held promise of bliss, of love- the type we used to have before the pregnancy and the Cripple but it went away and I couldn’t even stop it from leaving. I wasn’t too disappointed however; at least there was hope for later.

I can wait.

He had called me Sweets. That felt good. My Jite was on his way back.

“God, can we stay on Miracle forever?” I asked under my breath


After our swim, we headed for the beach.

We both glanced at ourselves the moment we saw the other couples on the beach.

Omoboye made a face.

“I thought Miracle was ours only.”

“Miracle? I thought we agreed its paradise?”

“It’s still paradise Jite. But I couldn’t help naming it Miracle too given the circumstances.”

She smiled then not wanting to say everything on her mind and I smiled back perfectly understanding the things she said and didn’t say.

“So Sweets, maybe we should call it “The Miracle Paradise”.”

“No, Jite. Miraculous Paradise.”

“No, Sweets, Paradise of Miracles.”

“Uhn, uhn” she said in a voice so soft it sent tremors through my body.

“Uhn, uhn Jite. Paradise la Miraculous.”

“La Miracalous ko, La Mira cooler ni.” I replied grabbing her waist as she giggled.

It suddenly seemed as though we were the only ones as our eyes locked again and we shared a kiss.

She tastes so good. My wife. I tasted spice, cream and warmth. I didn’t want to let go. I almost turned her back towards the house but I didn’t. Instead I broke the kiss and we walked in silence towards a hammock that rested between two palm trees. imagesCACCLKF1



God, I think I’m tired of almost. I murmured sending another supplication to heaven.

I could tell Jite almost turned us both back to the house but he hadn’t.

The kiss was great however. It was different from the one we faked on our wedding day. He tasted just like old times. Mint and a whiff of what I simply call Jitefume for want of an appropriate name.

We walked hand in hand towards the hammock. I looked at the other couples as we passed and wondered if we were the only semi-happy ones or there were others like us.

There was the couple that looked like Ghanaians. Sitting on the sand and building a castle like children. I looked closely; they were building what looked like a bungalow. They would playfully slap each other’s arms away and argue intermittently.

There was another couple snuggling on a mat. They even covered themselves with a blanket. The woman was spread-eagled on the man and together they were sharing a lollipop.

There was an old couple, probably in their Sixties. The woman’s head was on the man’s laps and he was reading aloud to her from a book. She had on thick dark goggles and there was a stick propped beside the Palm tree where they lay. I wondered sadly if she was blind thinking how unfortunate it would be if she couldn’t see the beauty of her surroundings at the same time liking that they were old and yet so in sync.

As we lay in our hammock side by side I saw another couple come out of the waves. A white couple; each was carrying a surfing board.

“So white people come here too?” I said.

“Why won’t they? We are the stupid ones you know, we Africans I mean.” Jite propped himself up and took on his lecturing voice.

“We keep going to the Virgin Islands, US, UK, Dubai when we have these exciting places in Africa.”

“Yeah. True.” I agreed. “There are certainly good holiday spots here in Africa.”

“Sweets, God willing I will like for us to make this a yearly thing.”

“I mean we go on vacations every year, the next however will be Obudu Mountain resort in Cross River. I hear it’s like being in the clouds.”

“That would be nice.” I agreed not mentioning I didn’t see how yearly vacations could happen on an assistant lecturer cum makeup artist income.


It felt good being that way with Omoboye. The peace and the serenity was just out of the world.

I thought it would be great for us to take pictures and Omoboye smiled excitedly asking herself why she hadn’t thought of it. She then opened her beach bag to make up her face.

“Who brings a makeup kit to the beach?” I joked

I thought she looked good enough as she was but I knew how conscious she was about her looks so I didn’t say another word and just watched her paint her face and prop herself up in readiness for what should have been natural looking pictures.


“Jite, these pictures are so so cool.” I said excitedly when the photographer was done transferring the pictures to my Blackberry.

“Baby, lets update our BBM profile pictures.”

He shrugged in agreement and I gave him my phone so he could transfer whichever pictures he liked. I thought of what to use as my profile message and decided on;

“The perfect honeymoon; sand, sex, water, spice and more sex…..Yipeee…..Forever is beautiful”

I collected the phone from Jite and chose the steamiest picture amongst the ten shots that we took. It was the one where he encircled my upper body with his arms and his hands were practically on my breast. Another reason I loved the picture so much was because of the childish grin on my face. It presented a perfectly happy couple – exactly what I wanted my friends and family to see.


“Bola my maid of honour can be so annoying.” I told Jite

“What did she do?” He asked drawing me close so my head rested on his shoulders.

“She is sending me a message on BB, imagine that. The girl has no respect for people in the moon ooo.”

“You are funny, guess she took your changing your display picture as a hint that you were available to talk.”

“I guess so too.”

“Baby”, I called drawing circles on his side. “I know we are not supposed to be communicating but can I just reply her?”

“What did she say?”

“See”, I replied giving the phone to him.  He read her message out

“Iyawo Osingin….shey na you dey wound bobo abi na bobo dey wound you?”

“Answer her; tell we are not in a boxing ring so nobody is wounding the other.”

I laughed at his words certain I won’t tell Bola that

“Babe, what do you think na?” I replied her

“I suspect sey na him go dey win.”

“Who for come win before?”

We both LOLed at that.

“I am so happy for you Omoboye.”

“Thanks Boladale. More thanks for being there all the way.”

“My pleasure. Darling”

“Hmmm. Boye, there is something I need to tell you ooo. I know you’d be mad but I still need to say it.”

I took my eyes away from the phone for a minute and glanced up at Jite to be sure he wasn’t looking at the phone

“What is it Bola? What would I be angry about?”

“Hmmm, Boye, I have betrayed you and I am so ashamed of myself.”

“What is it now Boladale? Just say it first.”

“Boye, I am pregnant. I am three months gone. I didn’t want to tell you all this while because I was afraid.”

“No, Bola you cannot be pregnant”

“In fact you dare not be pregnant ! ”


37 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. cocosgist
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 05:20:24

    Erm!!! Ok…I dey wait next week’s episode.


  2. omozino
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 05:35:40

    Its gets better, but Jite should please loosen up boye is trying so hard!
    Nice one 🙂


  3. babyadachi
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 05:52:44

    Keep them coming! Really interesting piece. Well done.


  4. Ablad
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 05:53:53

    Somebody should warn Bola. If she says nonsense about the Holy Jite, I’ll kill her myself. Aunty Toyin, well done ma, two hands and a leg up, mouth open to say twuale.


  5. Huzane
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 06:08:13

    Abi na Jite get maid of honour belle?…Toyin can like to put many twists and turns…she should be working in road construction, not writing. I can see this easily becoming a series on Mnet…keep it up


  6. moskeda
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 06:15:06

    This is my best episode so far. Loved it Toyin, and the way you painted the beautiful sceneries. I was there with them. Lovely, lovely, lovely, sweetie. I wonder what this whole Bola’s pregnancy is about


  7. joshadeshina
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 06:31:21

    Beautiful, I could picture me and my woman on our honeymoon.
    Impatiently waiting for the next episode


  8. Sagay
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 06:34:11

    Toyin, who dash Bola belle o?

    You painted a very beautiful picture of that Island. I’m loving it!


  9. funsoexcel
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 06:49:26

    And then she had to put a dash of suspense to a beautifully crafted episode. Waiting…


  10. G
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:06:19

    Boye’s revenge to follow….na to use sand kill Jite and bury him 6-feet under!!

    The saga continues…..


  11. Oloriruby
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:07:00

    Who Bola get belle for? Good write up Toyin,am really enjoying it.


  12. iamtimayin
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:23:45

    Nicely written. An amazing piece. can’t wait to read further.


  13. kontactrita
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:31:42

    Jite should just enjoy the thing joor. What is he forming for?


  14. Tomisin Ajiboye
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:45:39

    Let me sush my mouth till next episode to find out why Bola can’t be pregnant.

    I really wish forever is beautiful…


  15. enajyte
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:52:40

    Enjoyed this episode so much, I’m going to read it again.



  16. ibukunawosika
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 07:59:01

    Ooooo ah till next week again :(. Dare someone not to be pregnant ke? loool. Please is this paradise real lemme go on my own wedding night 😉


  17. olajumoke
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 08:18:50

    Well well well,hummmmm!very interesting,can’t wait to read wat happens next.Kudos


  18. famuyideolawale
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 08:20:41

    Reading this and imagining Toyin’s twitter avi. Lol, this madam, you imagination is amazing. Thanks for sharing them with us.


  19. fabunmi Tolani
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 08:40:45

    Ahhhhhh, y wld it stop. I cnt wait to read d next episode. Nice work sis


  20. tolani
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 08:40:54

    This is my best episode so far.. I loved every bit of what I read. The senerios were very real that all I could think about while reading was my own honeymoon with my Man… LOL. Very interesting, real and captivating.. Biko jite can’t be the father of bolade’s baby ooo.. Well done girl :*


  21. Rebellious XIV
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 09:14:50

    Are you guys sure Jite isn’t the one showing workings on Boladale? If he’s the one, the guy is a great Mathematician o


  22. geeborlah
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 09:28:37

    Ahn ahn, suspense yii ti poju! I hope bola is not pregnant for jite. So happy reading today’s episode :).


  23. Wale
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 09:54:04

    i looooove the vivid pictures painted with words about the honeymoon location…it was like i was der as well…chai! honeymoon come dey hungry me now after reading this. abeg Toyin mind yasef oo! fantastic episode! loved it!


  24. Olufunmbiadeoti
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 09:56:37

    This na real wa……. Great work done aunty Toyin. I̶̲̥̅̊ really hope its not WЂÃ† I̶̲̥̅̊’m thinking…. Jite should thread softly oooo……… Why can’τ̲̅ Bola be pregnant?? Can’τ̲̅ wait for ₫ next episode pls.


  25. Wale
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 10:03:06

    Isn’t it funny how Jite can exhibit self control when he feels he wants to “punish” his wife by denying himself and herself sex but he could not show restraint when he was with the “cripple” (i don forget her name). it just goes to show that Jite and Boye are birds of a feather.- they are both selfish. but hey, aren’t we all


  26. Taiwo
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 10:30:52

    Lobatan o! i dare you ke? Toyinfabs lets have the whole gist nau, this piecemeal, Wednesday bits aint working o!


  27. @vikie_carson
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 10:38:27

    The baby had better not be jite’s


  28. Olayinka
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 11:11:16

    Me I don’t understand dis MOU o. Dey should daru and tun sha already joor, and get to the steamy hot sex I’m certain would follow all dis shakara.. Mtschew!!!


  29. Clarion
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 12:00:42

    Beautiful pictures, I can imagine the exotic scenery, loving the whole romantic getaway…..but TOYIN ooooooo! Who give Bola belle?? Berra not be Jite or else….. 😐


  30. kolawole
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 13:11:03

    Fantabulous. Sighs, such suspense at the end is deliberate. Wickedt work. welldone.


  31. Amina ibrahim
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 13:35:15

    Can the episodes come every other day please???
    Toyin can paint pictures for Africa!…….this episode makes me want to go honey-mooning like RIGHT NOW…….me likey!
    Keep’em coming…


  32. Seun Odukoya
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 13:49:27

    I wonder. I do wonder.

    Like they said. Keep them coming.


  33. Dennis Agyeman
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 14:17:57

    Lovely narration…


  34. Yetundeadebiaye
    Aug 01, 2013 @ 14:30:52

    TY, 1st thing 1st, you don visit this Zanzibar before? Because the way wey you paint the place eh? Back to the matter wey dey for ground, who be Bola? Why does she feel she’s a betrayal becos she carry belle? No just start! You hear? These twists and turns just dey make me weak! Another fantastic episode Sis. May God continually grant you wisdom and understanding. Thanks.


  35. Yetundeadebiaye
    Aug 01, 2013 @ 16:38:19

    **betrayer** pls


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