Not So Happily Married …. Episode Six

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How stupid you are Omoboye, how stupid. How did you let this girl do this to you? But you have a brain right? Don’t you? You can think for yourself Omoboye, can’t you? I asked myself those questions in quick succession as I read Boladale’s messages.

She had put a crying symbol after I said she wouldn’t dare get pregnant.

“Boye, please I am sooooooooory. In fact I am dying here bits by bits.”

“Die quick bitch” I thought surprising myself. I wasn’t going to say a word to her again, I was sure of that. The rage I felt was like nothing I ever thought I could feel.

“Omoboye, my life is messed up. The guy I’m pregnant for is a colleague and he is married. We just had a one night stand and we used protection, I don’t just understand what happened.”

“Yes, bitches never understand.” I wanted to say; instead I switched off the phone.

“She must pay.” I muttered under my breath remembering how she had been the one to start it all when Mope – our other friend got pregnant. It shouldn’t have been our concern or even mine and at that moment I cursed Blackberry and the opportunity it provides for meaningless discussions to happen. She had been the one to send me a message that Mope was pregnant. I hadn’t seen anything wrong in it as long as the father was ready to marry her but she had insisted that it was wrong and selfish of Mope, that she had been too desperate and must have intentionally gotten pregnant just so the man could marry her.

I had been reluctant to judge and had simply said; it’s not a big deal as long as the guy marries her.

“No, he is not marrying her.” Bola had announced. She had added that she didn’t feel any pity for Mope and I shouldn’t also. Fool that I am, I had gone with her to Mope’s place a week later and instead of providing her with succor, I had joined in lecturing her on how it was bad to be pregnant out of wedlock. You would think I was a virgin with the way I had acted all sanctimonious delivering my lecture. I had told her how I believe a woman can decide when or when not to get pregnant and that it was such an insecure thing to trap a man with pregnancy.

As expected, it had been a big problem when I got pregnant myself, how do I face the same people and announce that I was pregnant. Wouldn’t I look like a hypocrite? And so I had decided to terminate the pregnancy. It sounded like the easy way.

Sitting there and looking at the phone in my hand, I told myself it would have been easier to apologize to my friends for being a hypocrite and let them know I was pregnant. Isn’t that what Bola is doing now? I asked myself.

“I am a joke.” I muttered ignoring the circles Jite was drawing on my shoulders. Bola’s situation was even worse, yet she is having her baby while I had aborted a baby whose father was ready to marry me.

“Baby what’s wrong; you are not looking too happy?” Jite said turning my face towards him.

“Jite, Bola is pregnant.”

“She is?” “That should be good news.” “Aren’t you happy for her?”

“I am it’s just that the father is married.”

“Oops! That’s a tricky one and wrong too but don’t forget she is a grown woman and is responsible for her decisions so that shouldn’t make you feel down.”

“Yes.” I replied absentmindedly.

I had a sudden urge to tell Jite everything but I was sure it would be a bad idea. So I decided it had to be the secret I will carry to my grave.

I resolved to concentrate on getting pregnant and at the same time look for a way to make Boladale pay.

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We left few minutes later. I had lost interest in everything and just wanted to leave the beach and set the plan forming in my mind in motion. It was simple, give an overdue apology.

We entered the room; there was a note on the freshly made bed. “Dinner at 7” it read. I checked the time; 6.05pm. Time enough to do this I thought slipping out of my beach wear.

Jite’s back was turned to mine; he was trying to remove his wristwatch.

I went down on both knees and held this leg.

“Baby, what’s this? Why are you kneeling?” He asked turning to face me.

“Please Jite, let me remain this way. I need to be on my knees, I want to ask for your forgiveness.”

“Fine, but please stand up and put on your clothes.”

“No, Jite let me be like this. Please indulge me, please my husband.”

“Okay Omoboye, but I don’t like you kneeling like this before me; it makes me feel like I am maltreating you.”

“You are not Jite. I just want to say some things. I might sound stupid, in fact I think I would sound stupid, but allow me and please don’t laugh. Please.”

He nodded and so I began;

                                                              ” Before you, Jite,

                                                               before your blessed presence,

                                                               naked I kneel…

                                                               a prodigal…

                                                               lost in your love…”

                                                                         An aching prodigal,

                                                                        kneeling at your feet

                                                                        An aching prodigal,

                                                                 Who would make miracles

                                                               To understand the simple given

I was so afraid he would laugh, but he didn’t. He just pulled me up when I was done and hugged me hard.

“Christopher Okigbo; Heaven’s Gate.” He said simply, pulling back to look into my eyes.

I nodded. black_love_art_2~~element286

“Jite I am sorry, with all of my heart soul and body. I am sorry. I truly regret aborting that child.”

The tears were streaming down, it was easy to cry, I was feeling real pain. The anger and thirst for revenge forgotten for the moment.

****

She is so beautiful. It was the only thing I thought of as I looked into her eyes, she wasn’t looking at mine, she just kept murmuring about how sorry she was. I felt my heart ache.

“It’s okay baby. Please stop crying. I am also sorry for how I have been. Please forgive me. I shouldn’t have been that hard on you. I am sorry.”

“Jite its okay, I deserve everything that happened.”

“No, Boye you don’t. Love forgives all, I should have forgiven you and I had no excuse for cheating on you. I am so sorry about that, please forgive me. I promise to cut all ties with Bisade. I won’t even wave to her if you don’t want…”

“Sshhhhh”, she said looking into my eyes. “It’s okay Jite. I forgive you.” But I won’t forgive Bisade. I added under my breath.

I was relieved; it felt good to finally admit that I was wrong. She pressed her body to mine and I rubbed her bare back.

“Boye, we should still have some minutes before dinner right?”

She didn’t answer, she only nodded.

“How about putting that time to good use.”

“How about skipping dinner altogether.” She replied.

“Skip dinner ke, baby you would need that food oo because I intend to exercise my right as a husband this night and I must warn you it might be a bit exerting.”

“I can’t wait Jite.”

Much later, after we had made love for what seemed like the hundredth time, she asked a question;

“Jite, do you still have the condoms?”

“Baby, don’t tell me you are now addicted to those things, just when I was thinking we should get you pregnant.”

She smiled then running her fingers through my hair.

“Would you forgive me if I said I gave it out knowing this Island would hate such things?”

“No baby, I won’t forgive you I will have to punish you for that.” I added claiming her lips.

*****

He still snores, I thought with a smile as I removed his hand from where it lay possessively on my chest. I was so happy I could actually forget that I needed to deal with Boladale and Bisade, only I wasn’t going to. It didn’t matter that I did not know how to go about it or what exactly to do, I just knew I had to find a way. It’s the only way I will feel less like a fool. I ran a hand over my flat stomach wondering if I could be pregnant already. It amazed me how something that I had never bothered about was suddenly so important.

My mind went to the previous night and how the Jite I knew had re-appeared.

“Why did it take me so long to apologize?”

It was a question I found hard to answer. Perhaps I am a proud person after all I reasoned wondering why I had always seen myself as humble.

To think I kept telling God I was sorry, asking him to forgive me while neglecting the human I wronged.

My husband was here and it was major. My heart constricted with love as I remembered how during one of the bouts of sleep that we had during the night I had stood up to use the toilet. He must have woken up and realized I wasn’t there. It was his voice that brought me out of the toilet.

“Baby, Sweets where are you?”

I had been out in a flash, alarmed at his tone.

“Jite, I am here what is it?.” I asked as he wrapped me in a warm hug.

“I woke up, I didn’t see you, and I was worried.”

“Worried how? What could possibly happen to me here?” I had asked my heart glad at being so loved.

“Nothing. Baby. Nothing will happen to my wife, now let’s go back to the bed.”

I still wanted to use the toilet but I didn’t have the heart to say so. Not with the way he held me.

The shrill sound of Jite’s phone broke into my thoughts and also reminded me that my phone was still switched off.

“Baby, check who is calling”, Jite said in a very sleepy voice.

“Oga when will you stand up or we are not going out today?” I asked walking to the table where the phone was.

He mumbled something that was quite in coherent.

“The caller’s name is Skipper.” I said shrugging as I heard his snoring become renewed.

See, I am not the type of girlfriend or wife that checks her husband’s messages or go through his call history and so I would never have seen the message if Jite hadn’t installed an SMS flasher on his phone.

Just one word caught my attention before the message disappeared; “Sweetheart”. My first thought was who the heck was calling my husband sweetheart and then I went to the inbox to check the message. It was from the person that had called earlier; Skipper.

“Sweetheart, we need to talk as soon as you get back, there is a big problem on my hands here and you are the only one that can help with it. I Love you.”

“Sweetheart”, “problem”, “only one”, “Love you”; words that stuck out and brought a dull ache to my temple. “Who is Skipper?” I muttered under my breath; a memory dancing on the fringes of my mind. There was something about that word, “skipper” that was familiar only I couldn’t place it. I knew I would remember if I put my mind to it but first I deleted the message and the call record.

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Not So Happily Married….. Episode Five

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“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.

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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.

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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

***

Almost.

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 ! ”

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