Not So Happily Married ….. Episode Eleven



I never speed while driving, it’s a personal decision. I had vowed to myself after my father lost his life in a motor accident that nothing will make me speed or drive rough. But that afternoon, I ignored my vows and drove like someone who was being chased. I wanted to meet my wife at home if that was where she went to.

I would have been on time if not because I had decided to obey the traffic light on the highway just before my estate. I was driving in through one gate when I saw Femi’s car drive out of the other.

I parked, ran out and started yelling my wife’s name. There was no way she would hear but yelling made me feel better.

So she is going to Calabar. I thought. She had told me about the event earlier but had said she wasn’t interested in going.  I didn’t need to wonder what made her change her mind; I just didn’t understand how she could be so irrational.

Another woman would stay to ask questions, get angry or throw tantrums. Why do you always abandon me instead Boye? I muttered.

I decided to try her number again. I waited for it to ring, I willed it to ring, I begged it to not give the same not reachable message I had been getting while driving down but it wasn’t my lucky day.

“I have to go to Calabar too.” I decided

“Okay, relax first Jite.” I told myself. “Why on earth will you want to go to Calabar? For what na?”

“What will I be doing here? My life is going to be empty without Omoboye. The fact that we might not even talk throughout her stay there will only make me more miserable.”

“Oh my God, you sound pathetic.” I chided myself

“Is this what marriage does to people. Does marriage make an adult male so dependent, so wimpish or is it just that I have a problem?”

“Why did I get married, why did I marry Omoboye? Is this what the rest of my life will be like?

“Things do not have to remain this way” I said continuing my soliloquy.  “You are the man here. You can take charge. You need to make her know she can’t just walk out on you whenever she feels like it. Go to your house, take a bath, go out with your friends, go clubbing, do whatever. Just have fun. When she comes back, don’t allow her in until she begs. In fact pack her bags for her, let her meet them in the hallway.”

I laughed at my own words thinking one of my ancestors must have taken over my mind for a minute. Throw her bags out? Who does that these days?

Here is what you will do. I will swallow my pride and take the next available flight to Calabar. I will go to my wife, sit her down and force her to say everything on her mind.

With that, I started the car.



I saw his car when we were driving out, I could have told Femi to stop the car. I think I wanted to only I didn’t. I knew I could quit the drama and demand explanations but I was growing fond of taking time apart when we have issues. It seemed like an easier way. 

Femi and I got to Tinapa late in the afternoon. Our flight which should have been for 12 P.M was delayed for an extra two hours for reasons we were left to imagine.

It wasn’t my first time in Tinapa but still I mouthed a “wow” upon entering the resort. My room overlooked the Sea and I thought of how much more beautiful it would be if Jite were around. Funny how I always think of him when I am having a good time. I thought.IMG-20120215-00573

The event slated for that day was over by the time we got there but we were still able to meet up with some key people in the industry. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, I just kept thinking of my husband. Why did I even leave Lagos? I wondered. Why didn’t I just talk to Jite?

It’s still Jite ooo, the guy that forgave me for killing his baby. Why didn’t I just hear him out? Who knows, maybe Skipper’s baby is not even his after all.

That would be nice to know wouldn’t it? I didn’t want to think of Skipper’s pregnancy because it only reminded me of my own failure to take in. Several thoughts had been running at the back of my mind; thoughts that perhaps I had damaged my womb. It even crossed my mind that perhaps, I was destined to have one child and I had wasted my only chance. I had Nollywood and the movies where they try to make us believe there was one place where you choose the number of children you would have to thank for that. But I kept pushing the negative thoughts back.

I think I should call him. I decided switching on my phone.



There are days when it would seem like everything on earth conspired to make your life miserable. That day was one of such. I needed cash; I had more than I needed in my account only I couldn’t access my money. Every ATM that I checked had the same story to tell. “Issuer or switch inoperative” From the little I know, I understood it could only mean there was a problem with my bank’s network. I also knew things could remain that way for the rest of the day but still I had to go to Calabar. I had 5000 naira on me and I was sure there was no way I could get to Calabar with that. I thought of driving to my Mum’s place for help but decided I had to solve the problem on my own.

I drove back to the house confident that there would be some money lying around. Omoboye is a cash person, she doesn’t believe in using her ATM card although she has one. She believes that having cash at hand was still the most reliable way.

I checked the places where I knew she kept money and was glad to find an envelope which contained 15000 naira. It wasn’t much but at least I was sure of having enough to take a flight down. I told myself it was risky to depend on the fact that Omoboye would be there and I could share her hotel room.

Her phone has been switched off for a long time now, what if she intends to leave it that way? What if you can’t get through, where will you sleep?

The University of Calabar’s campus, the hotel lobby, the airport….anywhere. I replied myself with false confidence.




The text message from Boladale came in while I was trying to call Jite. She said something about how she finally found the courage to tell the father of her baby (my ex) that she was pregnant and that she had given him an ultimatum of seven days to tell his wife or she would. She ended the text message with “wish me luck babe”.

I did wish her luck only it was the negative type. Who is this new Boladale? I thought wondering how I didn’t know what she was capable of. Why would she want him to tell her? What does she hope to achieve?

But isn’t it better that she knows? A tiny voice whispered in my head

Is it? I replied myself wondering if I would want to know. It was easy to put myself in the shoes of my ex’s wife. I believed I was going through something similar too.

Do I really want to know If Skipper’s pregnancy is for Jite? I knew the answer was NO, a part of me would rather not hear the truth and I knew that was why I ran. I was afraid of hearing that he was responsible after all.

But you can’t run forever Boye; sooner or later you will have to face these issues.

I knew that and some part of me was ready to talk to Jite but his phone stayed unavailable.



I thought of Skipper all through the flight. What game is she playing? She is pregnant but still won’t leave me alone. What on earth does she want? I kept sighing. I was restless and uncomfortable despite the fact that the flight was a smooth one.

I thought of sending her a text message that read

 “Samantha Nkiruka Ofure Ismail, what do you want from me?”

 She was a contradiction just like her name. Born to an Edo/Igbo mother and a Fulani father, she had also been exposed to all three cultures. As with her physical beauty, that should have meant a beautiful character and mind but for the fact that something had twisted her. Sometimes I would wonder if it was because she had been raped by their house help when she was Eleven, other times I would think that perhaps it was because she had once been in an abusive relationship that lasted several years but most of the time I would conclude that it was most likely a combination of the two. Her parents had refused to prosecute the boy claiming their decision was to protect her; she had never forgiven them or herself for it. The boyfriend, a cultist did not only abuse her body and mind, he also made her participate in their initiation orgies.

After hearing about all she went through, it had been easy to understand why she was so addicted to sex and why despite having a gorgeous body, she had no respect for it. I did feel sorry for her and on some level wanted to help her heal but I knew I wasn’t that man. I didn’t have the patience and neither did I love her enough

I ruminated on her pregnancy thinking perhaps if the father of the baby decides to accept her she would leave me alone. I had not been too surprised when she had told me on her third call that she was pregnant and who she was pregnant for. She claimed the baby’s father wasn’t ready to accept her pregnancy and she didn’t care if he did or did not. I knew that was a lie, she had always been searching for acceptance and love. I could sense that not getting it was the reason she was bent in making my own life miserable.

Perhaps she thinks if she couldn’t be happy, I shouldn’t be also. But that was strange too. I thought of another text message I could send her but I knew I wouldn’t dare. I thought of saying. “Skipper, why don’t you just hunt the guys that messed up your life and ruin theirs? Why don’t you just leave me and my wife the hell alone?”



Femi called at 5pm that day that dinner was at 8.00pm and that he had arranged with some other guys for us to go sightseeing by 5.30pm. I wasn’t interested in anything and had even started contemplating leaving for Lagos early the next morning.  I asked him where we would be going and he mentioned the Calabar slave museum, the sea port and that we were also going to take a boat ride.  They all sounded exciting especially the slave museum part. I had once been told that it would blow my mind. Although I didn’t feel like doing anything at all; I told him I would be ready.

All I wanted to do was put the lights off and bury my head in a pillow. The room was perfect for such, with the lush furniture and the magnificent ambience; I could enjoy being depressed there only I was sure it was designed for happy things. I could imagine it as a love nest and that made me miss Jite more. Tomorrow morning I will be out of here. I decided. I need to talk to my husband about everything; my fears that I couldn’t trust him ever, my fears that I might be infertile.



I got to Tinapa around 5.15pm, I was scared for myself. I had just 5000 naira left on me. I knew there was no way I would get a hotel that cheap in the resort. Omoboye’s line was still not going. I didn’t know the name of the program she came for but I trudged on hoping that there won’t be so many things going on in the resort. It was deserted in a way that I liked. I had expected it to be busy and was pleased that it wasn’t, not only because it would make it easier to find Omoboye but also because it made it my ideal place for a vacation. Refreshing view of nature, clean fresh air just what I believe every Lagosian needed from time to time.

I asked for directions and was pointed in the way of the hotel where the participants of the beauty products exhibition were lodged. I summoned courage and walked up to the front desk.

“Hello madam.” I said ensuring that I sounded confident.

“Hello, you are welcome.” She said smiling. Good customer service. I filed that away as another reason to come on vacation later.

“Thank you lady. Errrm, my wife is here and I can’t get through to her right now. Her number is not reachable. We came to Calabar together but I had to take care of some business in town first. You see she is part of the beauty products exhibition thing and I decided to accompany her thinking we should make this a weekend getaway of some sort. The thing now is I need to know the room where she is.”

“I am sorry I can’t give you that information. It’s against our regulations. I would love to help in any other way. You could sit at the reception and keep trying her number.

I murmured thanks and proceeded to the reception. I made myself busy with the magazines there and also kept looking out for anybody who might know Omoboye.

“Hello there, aren’t you Omoboye’s husband? She didn’t say you were around. I also came in with my hubby. It’s our first time being in Calabar.”

Excited, I stood up to greet the speaker. I couldn’t remember her but was sure I must have met her somewhere. All that was unimportant, what mattered was someone knew who I was and had seen Omoboye.

“Quite a long time.” I replied smiling and giving her a warm hand shake.

“We didn’t actually come in together; I took another flight because I had to take care of some things before leaving Lagos.”

“Oh okay.”

“I am so happy to see you. I am in a fix here. My wife’s phone line is not going through and I don’t know what room she is in.”

“Oh, that is not a problem at all.  I can get that for you. I am in charge of logistics so I have a schedule of where everybody is. Let’s see.” She added opening the folder in her hands. “Your wife is on the fourth floor. Room 40B. “

“Thank you so very much ma. I am grateful.”

“It’s Sholape. I guess you’ve forgotten the name. You came along with Boye to our anniversary party last December and I was at your wedding too.”

“Oh, I am so sorry. I am very poor at remembering names and faces.”

“It’s no problem sir.”

“Thank you very much.” I said taking brisk steps towards the elevator.



It was 5.25pm. I was ready, I expected Femi to knock any minute. I sat in the darkened room running my palms over my dress. The dress I wore was something I wouldn’t have worn to an outing back home not to talk of an outing with the top shots in the beauty industry. Do I have to go? I wondered. Yes you have to. You have to leave this darkness and have some fun.

I opened the door immediately Femi knocked.

“No makeup?” He asked the moment he saw me walk out.

“Yes, Femi no makeup. Woman shall not live by makeup alone.”

“Hmmmm….. That’s strange coming from someone who makes up when going for a swim.”

“I’ve wanted to ask you this; what’s wrong with you? Are you and your husband having problems? There has been something about you all day, something dark and melancholy.”

“Femi, leave the poetry. Let’s go.”

“No, Boye talk to me. We are friends right?” He asked tilting my chin upwards.

“I can’t.” I whimpered feeling tears spring to my eyes before I could stop them.

“Its okay.” he said drawing me close.

I snuggled up to him and allowed him to comfort me.

“Stop crying Omoboye. We could go in and talk about it.”


“Stop crying please”, he said rubbing my back and laying a hand on my buttocks.

I paused wanting to slap it off but I didn’t; at least not for several seconds. For some strange reason it felt good lying there.

“Let’s go.” I said breaking the contact after several seconds.

“We don’t have to go. “

“Femi, we either leave now or I go back into my room and lock myself in.”



Omoboye’s dress was the first thing I saw as I entered the fourth floor. She said she hated this dress, why is she wearing it? I thought. It warmed my heart to see her in the dress. It was my gift to her for her last birthday before we got married and she had said it wasn’t good enough for her taste.

I stood at the elevator entrance and watched her walk down the lobby.

Femi saw me first.

He tapped her and pointed at me.

I smiled rushing towards her to give her a hug.

“Jite, what are you doing here?” She asked stepping aside to avoid my hug.

“Omoboye, I wanted to see you, I wanted us to talk.”

“And who said we can’t do that when I get back? I think you should leave.” She added.


 photo credit: Toyinfabs’ Album



46 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. enajyte
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 08:57:32

    Just shoot one of them already. Let one of them die so the other is miserable for the rest of his/her life. *sigh

    To think that things like this actually happen. I guess the message is COMMUNICATION.


  2. miss B
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:01:04

    Na wa for this Boye sha,na so she go come push her hubby to another yeye gal arms


  3. dazeetah
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:03:29

    Agreed. Omoboye is an idiot!


  4. sugar
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:08:19

    Wat a wow piece… Wild suspence episode by episode.. Luv 2days ending tho..Am in luv wif ur writings.*winks*


  5. famuyideolawale
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:09:19

    Ghen ghen!!!, though I was expecting jite to enter while femi was consoling her with his hand placed “there”. Wouldn’t that be something? Lol. Boye is try to hard to avoid her husband. I hope this won’t backfire. Thank you aunty toyin.


  6. olalohunpe
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:17:51

    OMGness! this omoboye is angrying me(my own grammar). I am tempted to ask Jite to leave and go to either the cripple or skipper…………. but i still av a lil human feeling left in me……..but she is plain stupid.


  7. yougeecash
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:25:19

    Omo. This Boye definitely has complex issues. Very complex. Communication is the life of any relationship. u don’t run or walk away from your problems! u tackle them head on! people really should not get married until they are ready. She’s pretty immature. As much as I don’t like confrontations, as much as I can be dramatic, I do know that a time comes when u quit game playing and grow up. *sigh. She is such a baby!


  8. kikelomo
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:44:05

    I knew Femi wud take advantage of Boye *oniranu*….but why are women ​​S̶̲̥̅Ơ̴̴̴̴̴̴͡ complicated?! She wanted τ̅☺ see her hubby n when she saw him she wants him τ̅☺ go away *sighs* women sha *smh*


  9. Mimz
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:47:07

    Sorry T, but I do not think this is suspense any longer. One is them is definitely stupid and my vote on that goes to Boye. Nice writing skills though.


  10. lawalaboladefatai
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:48:42

    What’s wrong with Omoboye sef, her own don dey dey too much self. Mtcheew


  11. Yetundeadebiaye
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:49:34

    Hian! Kilo nse girl Omoboye yi ke? Abi otimu igbo ni? Odabi e nipe gbana n worry e oh! Jite for catch Femi hand for the backside na, that would have been another twist and turn for you again!

    Na wa o. Great piece as always. Keep on keeping on and eku ipalemo.


  12. Mosope
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 09:50:58

    This Boye gan sef nawa ooo,,dem no go 4 marriage counselling before their wedding ni?


  13. nana
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:05:50

    Jite dey try o! Omoboye is an idiot noni! Tah! Jite should quit the marriage already


  14. cocosgist
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:11:13



  15. Hillary
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:12:19

    Na wa o Boye one minute u wan see the bobo, the next u are acting strange. i hope femi doesnt get her pregnant sha……. nice one!


  16. Maltesers addict
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:12:40

    Why is omoboye being so naughty.. Jite should stay o! Or femi would take advantage of her.. Good one


  17. Abdullahi Aborode
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:14:16

    Aunty Toyin oooo!!!! Eku ise!


  18. uneñameji
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:14:42

    She will soon know what he is doing there!
    I wee beat Boye now o! Somebody hold me. Mchew.
    Nice one Toyin


  19. sharonthenerd
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:26:06

    Reblogged this on sharonthenerd.


  20. Timah
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 10:57:59

    I’ve been following this story from day one and it’s correct of me to say that this Boye is an idiot who doesn’t even deserve a man. She should be forever alone since communication seems to be a taboo for her. How can she behave that irresponsibly when her husband just rushed down to Calabar to see her. Perharps she wants Femi to continue tapping her ass, maybe that’s preferable to salvaging her marriage that she single handedly tarnished even before they said “I do”. Please I’m angry sef, the Boye girl needs to be flogged with pepper laced koboko. Rabbish! I hope she loses her man cos she obviously doesn’t appreciate him.


  21. Eluanzs
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 11:15:39

    We, women n our sharaka hmmmm


  22. olushade emmanuel
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 11:44:09

    ohhhhhhhhhhhhh….why did suspense now……….lool………boye deserve 100 koboko and pakere on her buttocks….


  23. Yaz
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 11:45:59

    If Jite decides he has had enough I won’t blame him. Abeg this Boye’s own is too much. If she had done all this while they were dating, I’m sure he would have broken up with her. Her attitude is irritating. Ugh


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  25. naijawife
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 13:48:08

    Aaaaargggh these two frustrate me so much!


  26. CHIKA
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 13:51:00

    Now the suspense is more!!!!!!


  27. elsieisy
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 13:52:27

    This Boye is mad o. What nonsense?! People wey get head no just get cap. Msheeew.
    Nice work dear.. I admire you


  28. Sarafina
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 14:19:26

    I can’t believe there are women like Boye!!! I always believe that you either make up or break up hian Good one Tee.


  29. Biola
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 14:25:41

    Hahan!!!!! This Omoboye is beginning to get on my last nerve oh and I hope she doesn’t push her husband into the arms of another woman. Kudos aunty Toyin more ink in your pen!


  30. fabunmi Tolani
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 14:44:40

    Omoboye sef don dey fuck up big time, I so so pity her. Nice work sis


  31. moskeda
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 14:52:06

    Dumb ass Boye!


  32. @LumiAkd
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 14:59:42

    Na wa o! Jite has come this far and must not take no for an answer in the name of respecting his wife’s feelings o cos I know foolish Boye will want to insist. Mtcheeeeew! So annoying. Weldone sisi, you are doing a great job.


  33. oby
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 15:45:03

    I haf tire for dis kind drama. Omoboye is sooo immature.


  34. toyinalabi
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 16:52:35

    This omoboye self…she has problems. Well, good job.


  35. oscarpoems
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 18:10:46

    Boye is a certified drama queen. Ode oshi


  36. Onyinye
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 19:23:46

    Boye can like 2 form shaa….mtshewww!!! Making evrything look complicated wen its not…Marriage is not dettol advert ooo…if she doesn’t take care of her Hubby, Skipper will help her oooo!!!!!


  37. Eyitee
    Sep 11, 2013 @ 20:05:09

    @toyin, you and this suspense o… Pls, don’t shoot any of them. Kindly make Omoboye communicate with her hubby for once. That girl sef, her own is too much o. Wetin nah? She needs cane abeg!


  38. larah
    Sep 12, 2013 @ 16:13:31

    Ohhhh…aunty Teeee.what a suspense?I so much love dis episode..Boye u berra grab ur hubby b4 its late.Jite is such a loving guy… of a kind!thumps up sis


  39. osas
    Sep 12, 2013 @ 16:29:29

    Boye is just being foolish jare.she shudnt use her hands to destroy her marriage.


  40. maxxokoedion
    Sep 12, 2013 @ 17:32:58

    honestly I’m tired of this little girl!!!!! she has not even the first idea of what being a wife is about!


  41. Ejiroghene
    Sep 13, 2013 @ 02:14:30

    Boye is a confused woman


  42. tessadoghor
    Sep 13, 2013 @ 03:15:41

    Sweetheart, your character is crazy
    Doing the opposite of everything she’s thinking
    She’s certainly trying to tick me out
    Good reading


  43. koffie
    Sep 14, 2013 @ 20:16:42

    Boye’s own is too much sef. Ahn ahn, kilode! Oko won lode mehn. Her man is trying to so hard and she’s doing things a college girl shldnt even be doing. And she rly wants a baby? So if they had kids, she’d be running arnd instead of trying to make things work. Mscteeeew! And with all her action, one would expect her to use slap to insert sim card into Femi’s head so he can be fighting for network *yoruba movies’ quote x_x*
    And @moskeda, madam, I’m dying to read the rest of immortals’ code n ua here telling aunty Toyin to not give us suspense. You pple won’t kill us.
    This was posted on my bdae n its so annoying cos of Boye #okbye


  44. piyosky
    Sep 17, 2013 @ 13:37:30

    This is lack of understanding from the both parties.


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