Hello Peeps!!!
Long time no see eh? Ok...Ok...I admit it, planning a three-phase wedding in six months is far from easy,, even for me. But I'm so glad to be back.
Here's something I've been working on for a bit.
Lemme know what you think ok?
Love,
C.Uwakwe
Stella knew this street like the back
of her hand. But, then again, who didn't? Sanusi Fafunwa was one of the most
popular streets in the Lagos Island Central Business District and at two pm, it
was abuzz with activities. Workers rushing back to their offices after a
well-needed lunch break, the cars moving in slow motion even during the
afternoon rush and the shops displaying their wares, beckoning on passersby in
an albeit arrogant manner. It was as though their open doors were open arms,
calling out to them to come have a look or taste, to come in and spend their
hard earned money.
To come in so they can
steal their husbands.
She sighed loud enough for her driver
to look into the rearview mirror at her. She quickly averted his concerned gaze
by staring out to the street. She had warned him on several occasions in the
past that his rearview mirror was for one thing; to see his rear view of the
road and not of her, but clearly he was yet to learn. They were now only a few
metres away and her heart suddenly started to beat faster. She wasn’t sure what
emotion had triggered this reaction; Doubt? Fear?...Concern?
What do you think you
are doing?
She had to steady her heart by
reassuring herself that she was doing this with the best intentions. She had
gone over this more than a hundred times in the last few days, it was almost as
if she was rehearsing a role in a school play. If it were really a play, it
would be a tragio-comedy with a nicely twisted plot. The audience would be left
wondering if she was the villain she appeared to be but, in the end, they would
see she was the hero who swooped in the save the day.
Almost there now. You
can turn around. You don’t have to cause yourself any more pain.
Pain? She let out a small laugh. What
more pain is there? Pain was something she had become accustomed to. Like a
lousy neighbor or a friend who was always late. Pain is when your husband comes
home each night smelling of a female perfume and has to have guilt sex with you
while you pretend to be loving it.
Yes, pain
was her friend now.
It wasn’t all bad before. In fact, it
wasn’t all bad now. He had never stopped loving her; it was even safe to say he
loved her even more. He told her every day that he had loved her from the very
first day he laid eyes on her.
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Stella was having the fun of her life
when they met. She had a good job which paid very well, a nice car and a
comfortable apartment on the mainland. It was on one of those Friday evenings
when she went out to have a drink at an upscale bar that he had seen her. He
had walked over to talk to her hours after she had arrived and his friends had
given him enough courage to do so.
“You are so beautiful” was what he
said while gazing into her eyes like he had seen something wonderful. Stella
was completely smitten from the onset, majorly by his innocence and passionate
character. From that day onwards, he showered her with all the love, attention
and gifts any woman could possibly ask for. When he proposed five months later,
there was no doubt in her mind that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest
of her life with.
Five years and two kids later, she
was still as much in love with him as he was with her. Even when she had to
spend sixteen months studying in Louisiana, she had not a single doubt in her
mind that he had stay faithful to her.
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Stella shifted uncomfortably in her
seat as she looked out at the store just a few minutes away. Its bold red sign
post now looked like a grotesque bloody scrawl.
How can you hate
someone so much without knowing them?
How can you hurt
someone so much without knowing them?
She asked her driver to find a
parking spot and finally got out of the car. She crossed the busy street with
caution and headed to the store that sold attractive electrical appliances. As
soon as she entered the brightly lit store, she immediately felt chilly but not
from the sudden gust of air conditioning.
“Can I help you madam?”
The voice startled her and she spun
around to meet a pair of big beautiful brown eyes and an enticing smile. She
knew the face too well and suddenly she felt more disgusted than angry. The
lady was still smiling and Stella wished she could smack that smile right off
her red-painted lips. But she knew that what she was about to say would
certainly do that…and more.
“Yes, Can you tell me why you've
stopped sleeping with MY husband??”
TO BE CONTINUED