Episode 7: Police Chase

“Everybody down.” The men yelled at everyone, pointing their guns.

“Oh God, not again.” Ify groaned to herself as she went down hands forward, face to the floor like the other hostages. The men assembled them in a row yelling, “get down!” “Move, I move you!” etc.



Meanwhile the siren outside was jarring. Ify could hear the police outside. Two of the robbers went to man the entrance. The rest surrounded the hostages while their leader patrolled in front of them.

“Listen up everybody. From now on, na me dey in charge. If anybody wan try Bleep up, I go Bleep up that person up. Police no fit help una. Forget that thing wey dem dey do outside. No be Nigerian Police again?”

One of the robbers manning the entrance approached the leader. “Boss, police full everywhere o. Wetin we go do?”

The leader paused thoughtfully. Then he gave an evil smile and said loudly and confidently. “Dem no fit enter. If dem try am, these people.”

The hostages started panicking. Everyone was whimpering, screaming and sobbing. The robbers immediately drew their guns and threatened them to shut up. They shut up except one hostage. It was the pregnant woman. Her panic had risen to a level she couldn’t control in her condition. She tried to rise up.

“What are you doing? Do you want to die?” Ify whispered frantically at her.

The woman shook and sobbed hysterically. “I can’t… can’t… help it. Please… please… please get me out of here. I need to go.”



By now, her hysteria had drawn everyone’s attention. One of the robbers moved angrily to her, pointing his gun directly at her head. “You dey mad? Get down, now!”

But the pregnant woman was far gone. She couldn’t get down. She was sobbing and breathing heavily. Ify feared she might be in premature labor. The leader strode to the woman and grabbed her hair roughly, forcing her to look him in the face, eyeball to eyeball.

“Madam if you no get down this second, I go shoot that belle comot. After all, no be Jesus you carry.” He said very carefully and coldly.

The woman shook uncontrollably. “Please I beg, consider my baby. This is my first pregnancy after eight years of marriage. Let me go, abeg, abeg.”

The leader pushed her to the floor. “Get down!”

“Leave her alone!” A voice rang out.

“Who be that?” The leader asked, surprise and looked around. He looked like he was ready to shoot that person on the spot. No one replied.

“I say who be that person?”

Again, silence. Thoroughly pissed, the leader grabbed the woman again and pointed his gun to her face. “I say who be that person? Talk now or else–”

“It’s me. I said you should leave her alone.” Ify said, rising.



The leader stared at her in disbelief. Then he burst into laughter. His gang joined him. They laughed and laughed until he suddenly stopped.

“See this girl o. You no dey fear?”

Ify was already having second thoughts on why she intervened. But she tried not to let it show. She simply stood there, staring at him.

“Come here.” The leader said, calmly.

Ify didn’t move. One of the men grabbed her and dragged her to him. He forced her to kneel in front of the leader. The leader slowly lowered himself to stare directly into her eyes.

“Wetin be your name?” He asked.

Ify didn’t respond.

“I no go ask you again. Wetin be your name?”

Still, Ify remained silent. This incensed the leader further and he slapped her, twisting her face to one side. There was total silence for a second. Then, Ify slowly turned her face back to him. The leader jumped back in shock. Ify’s eyes were no longer their natural brown. They were bright green with raging fire. Before he could open his mouth, Ify slammed her fist into his face. She quickly grabbed his gun and shot him.

The following action was a bloody mess. Completely enraged, Ify unleashed her mayhem on the rest of the robbers. The hostages screamed and scurried for cover as she silenced the robbers one by one. By the time she was done with them, the supermarket looked like a war zone.

She eventually returned to herself as the police finally forced their way in. They took out the seriously injured robbers and helped the hostages, including Ify outside to attend to them. A growing crowd had gathered and the police tried to contain them. The Press fished for news. Cameras flashed everywhere. Ify ducked and clutched the bottled water given to her, shaking. She couldn’t believe what she did to those robbers. God, what’s going on. She thought.



“You again?” Officer Ugwu said, interrupting her thoughts.

Ify sighed tiredly. “Officer Ugwu.”

“What is with you and armed robbers? And what you did to those boys… Are you Wonder woman?”

“I don’t know o, Officer.” Ify said, shrugging.

“Well, you know the procedure now?” Officer Ugwu asked.

“Yes. Follow you to the station.”

Later, after a long, tiring day at the police station, she went home. Her parents were watching night news about bank robbers that were chased down to a supermarket, took hostages and were stopped by a “superhuman”- their words- hostage. Ben and Agnes ran to her in relief.

“Oh my God, Ify are you alright?” Her mother asked, concerned.

“What happened?” Her father asked at the same time.

“I’m fine, daddy, mummy. I’m just coming from the police station. I need to rest. I’m tired.”

Her parents stared at her.

“Tell us the truth, Ifenyinwa. What is going on with you?” Her father asked bluntly.

“Nothing.” She replied and winced. Her father never called her Ifenyinwa unless he was angry.

“Don’t lie to us. We both know something strange is happening to you. What is it?”

“Daddy, nothing is going on. I’m fine.”

“Ifenyinwa,” Agnes interjected making her wince. Her mother never called her full name either unless she was pissed. “If what you’re saying is true, then explain to us how you suddenly developed this strange ability to attack people so easily. Your father and I were first hand witnesses of what you did to those boys that Ebuka sent. And we know you’re the person with ‘superhuman powers’ that attacked those robbers at the supermarket. Don’t deny it. What is going wrong with you, Ifenyinwa!”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know!” Ify flared up. “You think I understand what is happening to me? If I did, I would have told you. This thing, these abilities that I have, they are strange to me as well. I’m confused. So don’t ask me what’s wrong with me because I don’t know!”



She raged and stormed upstairs to her room. Her parents looked at each other. Then Ify came back downstairs to face them remorsefully.

“I’m so sorry, daddy, mummy for yelling at you. It’s just that I don’t understand what is happening to me. I’m so tired.”

“Honey, we know. Your father and I are so worried about you. Do you want us to book an appointment with Pastor Matthew for deliverance?”

“Deliverance kwa? Mummy please no o. It hasn’t gotten to that yet. I believe if I went away for a while, this thing, whatever it is, will stop.”

Agnes looked skeptical. “Are you sure? Pastor Matthew is a real man of God. He will deliver you.”

“Mum, I don’t want please. Dad, please tell mummy not to make me go to the pastor.” Ify pleaded to her dad.

Ben sighed. “Honey, Ify is right. I don’t trust all these pastors. I think what she needs is to go away for a while. Let’s see what happens after she comes back.”

And so, it was arranged that Ify would go on a weekend holiday with Tony. Ify was so happy. And as she sat beside Tony as he drove, she felt free.

“Hmm, this is nice. The both of us going on a trip together?”

Tony smiled. “I know. You need a break from all these stunts you’ve been pulling lately.”

“Please let’s not talk about that. I’m looking forward to a fun weekend. I don’t want anything to spoil it.”

“Alright. Anything for you.”

Ify sat back on her seat and closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. Tony continued driving. Then his eyes caught the AC.

“What’s that?” He asked in surprise.

“What’s what?” Ify asked.

“Smoke is coming out of the AC.”

“Smoke?” Ify asked and opened her eyes. They watched in growing horror as a green smoke came out of the AC. It formed into long, thin fingers and grabbed Ify’s face. Ify screamed.

“Ify!” Tony screamed in shock. He tried to drag her back but the smoky fingers sucked her into the AC shaft just as he lost control of the car and it somersaulted and crashed upside down on the road.

Ify screamed as she swirled through the vortex with the green smoky fingers and landed at the queen’s feet.

The queen smiled at her. “Welcome back, Ifenyinwa.”

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Episode 6: Next Level

“Wait, what?” Ify asked, shocked.

Officer Ugwu turned to her. “You must be the girl who fought off those boys.”

“Yes officer.”

The Officer eyed her in something between unbelief and admiration. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“I don’t know, Officer. I didn’t learn to fight anywhere. What happened tonight, call it instinct.”



Officer Ugwu didn’t look like he believed her. But he let that pass. “Well, whatever it is, you really finished those boys. Their leader calls you an ogbanje. Says you’re possessed by a demon.’

Ify shrugged. “That’s his business.”

“Anyway, like I said before, you all should come with us to the station.”

Ify’s father stepped in. “Officer, my daughter didn’t commit any crime. What she did was self-defence.”

“Sir, I understand. But you still need to come to the station and write some statements. Standard procedure.”

“Alright. Give us a minute.”

Officer Ugwu nodded and left. Ify’s father sighed tiredly and turned to the rest. “You’ve heard him. We need to go to the station.”

“Must we do that tonight, daddy? I’m so tired.” Ify complained and yawned.

“I know. But we have to. Looks like we’re not going to sleep anytime soon.”

“Who’s talking about sleep after all these?”

“The earlier we go and write the statements, the better. I just want this incident behind us.”

“Fine. Let’s go.” Ify said and rose to leave.

“Wait.” Tony said.

She turned to him, puzzled. “What?”

Tony bent down and picked something that fell off her night robe.

“You dropped this.” He said, showing it to her.

Ify gasped in shock. It was the seashell! The same seashell she had thrown into the trash can in her office! Ify stood rooted to the floor as she stared at it in disbelief. How did it get into her pocket?

Her parents and Tony stared at her with worried frowns on their faces.

“Babe, are you okay?” Tony asked.

Ify blinked out of her stupor and gave him a fake smile. “Yes, yes, I am. Let’s go.”

The next morning, Ebuka was declared wanted by the Police. Sunny had confessed. Ebuka was nowhere to be found when the Police invaded his home. Somehow, he had gotten news of the failed robbery and disappeared into thin air. But he didn’t go far. An anonymous person blew the whistle on him that he was trying to escape through one of the porous Nigerian borders.



Meanwhile, news traveled fast. Ify’s company gave her some weeks off with their best wishes. Her best friends, Moji and Halima often visited to keep her company. Sometimes, they would spend the night. Other times, they wouldn’t due to work and their families.

“So, I heard you’re now the Naija version of Wonder Woman.” Moji teased, the first day they visited after the robbery incident.

“Wonder Woman ke? Where did you hear that one?” Ify asked.

“The news is everywhere about how you finished those robbers.” Halima said. “Ify, you didn’t tell us you were taking some taekwando lessons.”

Ify rolled her eyes. “Why is everybody telling me that? The other night my dad was asking why I didn’t tell him I was taking Kung-Fu lessons. I don’t know any Kung-Fu or taekwando.”

Moji scoffed. “Then how did now beat those robbers like that if you didn’t take any lessons?”

“I don’t know. It just happened. I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Halima shrugged. “Toh, at least we thank God that nothing happened.”

“Abi o? Those robbers didn’t succeed. That’s what matters.” Moji said.



“Is it true it was your cousin that sent them?” Halima asked, curious.

“My dear, it’s true o. You know the shocking part? This guy had lived with us since when I was very little. Up till when that Sunny guy confessed, I saw him as my elder brother. My dad did everything for him. What was his reward? He sent armed robbers just because my dad refused to give him money to settle his side chick.” Ify said bitterly.

“Can you imagine?” Halima said, surprised. “This side chick matter has put many men in trouble.”

“But that your cousin is an ungrateful fool.” Moji added. “After all your dad did for him, he still had the nerve to do this? I hope he rots in jail.”

“That one is sure. By the time he comes out, if he sees any girl smiling at him, he will run.”

Her parents weren’t left out. Her brutal attack on Sunny and his gang had somehow made them wary of her. They weren’t exactly afraid of her. It was just that they seemed to view her differently than before. She had often caught them staring at her when they thought she wasn’t looking. Ify didn’t blame them. She herself couldn’t believe she did what they said she did to those robbers.

But the one who seemed to take the robbery aftermath to the next level was Tony. He was always calling, texting and visiting just to make sure she was alright. He was always monitoring her movements. At first, she thought it was amusing. But after sometime, it was irritating the hell out of her. She wasn’t some kind of egg or those helpless damsels in distress for heaven’s sake!

“I don’t even know why you’re disturbing yourself over this.” Moji said when she complained. “It’s what happens when you’re going to the next level.”

“Which next level?” Ify scoffed. “APC next level or another next level?”

Moji grimaced in distaste. “Who’s talking about government? I’m talking about your upcoming wedding to Tony. Who government next level epp?”



“Oh, that?” Ify asked. “But it doesn’t mean he should be stalking my movements all the time.”

“You call this stalking? My dear, Tony is a man. And every man wants to protect the woman he loves. After what happened to you the other time, how did you expect him to behave?” Moji said.

Ify sighed. “You’re right, sha. It’s just that I’m tired of all this drama. I just want everything to return to normal.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll stop talking about your Jackie Chan skills and concentrate on your next level with Tony.” Halima said.

Ify chuckled. “You and next level. Elections have passed na.”

“You see, ba? I’m going to take Moji’s advice. Once I find a man who is more serious than Ayo, na next level tinz. No time. I cannot come and carry last.” Halima said and they laughed.

Later, she went to see them off. Then she branched at a supermarket to buy some beverages. The honest truth was she didn’t need to buy beverages. But she had been indoors long enough and felt so bored. Going to the supermarket was a perfect excuse to receive fresh air outside.

She took a basket and picked some from the shelf. Then she went to the yogurt section. A heavily pregnant woman was staring at the neatly arranged yogurt. Ify gave her a greeting smile and picked a yogurt. She turned to leave.

“Excuse me, is that flavor good?” The woman asked.

Ify turned back. “Vanilla? Sure. It’s my favorite.”

The woman smiled apologetically. “Don’t mind me. I’ve been standing here staring at all the flavors. I don’t know which one to pick.”

“Me, I like vanilla. You can try strawberry. It’s also nice. Check the expiry date–”

A wail of approaching siren from outside interrupted her. Everybody in the supermarket, paused, startled.

“What’s happening?” The woman asked.

The siren became louder and louder as it kept approaching. Then, they heard the screeching of tires and suddenly, fierce looking armed men stormed into the supermarket and locked the entrance.

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nijabazaar:
Hmmm...this is somewhat refreshing.

But I think a little description of the Queen of the Coasts Majesty and environment would've lend her some power. The way you described her made her seem like an ordinary Queen from game of thrones...

A powerful vengeful goddess, from your description/portrayal, she's not.

But I like your writing style, above ordinary

Noted, my dear. Thanks For reading.

Episode 5: Sunny And The Gang

Ben and Agnes were watching a late night program on TV when they heard the doorbell ring. They exchanged puzzled glances.

“Who could be visiting by this time of the night?” Ben asked.



“I don’t know. Maybe it’s Audu. Let me check.” Agnes replied and rose.

“Don’t open the door until you’re sure it’s him.” Ben cautioned her as she went to answer the door.

“Who is that?” Agnes asked as she got to the front door.

“Madam, na me, Audu.” Audu, the gateman answered behind the closed door. Agnes sighed in relief and opened the door to reveal Audu staring at her.

“Sorry, Madam.” Audu said in a trembling voice. Before she could ask him why, a pop sound came from the back of his head and he collapsed on the floor to show Sunny and his gang pointing their guns directly at her.

Agnes gasped and stepped back. They entered the living room. Ben immediately stood up, stunned and the gang pinned him on the floor with their guns. He tried to resist but one of the gangs hit him on the head with the butt of a gun. Blood gushed out. Agnes screamed.

Ify immediately woke up from her sleep as she heard her mother’s scream.

“Mummy?” She whispered in alarm.

She jumped out of the bed, put on her night robe, rushed out of the room, down the stairs to the waiting guns of Sunny and his gang. Her mother screamed again on seeing her.

“Ify!” Her father called in panic.

“Daddy!” Ify replied in the same tone.

Sunny slowly approached her, sneering lustfully at her. Ify stepped back in fright and disgust and he kept approaching until he had her cornered to the wall.

“ ‘ello bae. How you doin?” He said in his ajekpako American accent.



Ify didn’t reply. She was trying really hard not to gag at his pungent alcohol and cigarette or possibly cannabis smell.

“Fine girl.” He said again, the disgusting leer still on his face.

“What do you want?” Ben asked from the floor.

Sunny spared a glance at Ben and returned his full gaze on Ify. “Jamb question. No worry, I go answer you. But first make I face your fine daughter small.”

“What do you want?” Ify asked, trying to sound brave even though her heart was already on the floor with fear.

Sunny laughed. “Another jamb question. Like father, like daughter. Anyway, the thing be say we come in peace. We no want wahala. So make una jejely bring out all the money and other things wey go fetch us serious money. Pack all of them bring am for here.”

“We don’t have any money. Please leave us alone. We’re simple people.” Ben pleaded.

Sunny laughed again. “You be simple people naim una day stay for this kain house? Tory. Oga, if you like your life and your wife life, plus including this your fine daughter, better cooperate. You dey hear me so?”

“Fine. Take whatever you want and leave us alone.”

Sunny signaled the two members of the gang holding Ben down. They forced him to his feet and pushed him up the stairs while they followed. Sunny and the rest of the gang stayed behind to place Ify and Agnes at gun point.

Moments later, Ben came downstairs with the two guys following closely behind. This time they were carrying heavy bags which they dumped in front of Sunny. Sunny opened to bags to show some bundles of money, expensive clothes and jewelries. Agnes and Ify winced when they saw the clothes and jewelries and looked away. Sunny closed the bags, smiling in satisfaction.



“You’ve taken all our valuables. Please leave us alone.” Ben pleaded.

Sunny wasn’t listening. He was staring at Ify and licking his lips. Ify looked away, trying to hide her fear of the lust clearly written in his eyes.

Sunny traced her face with his fingers. “Fine babe. Omo, see fresh skin. Babe, make I collect ‘small something’ for the road.”

“Take your filthy fingers off me.” She said in between clenched teeth. Sunny chuckled. But he didn’t take his hands off. Instead, his hand kept traveling from her face down to her neck and then to her breasts. Ify tried to squirm away but she was trapped between him and the wall.

“Don’t touch her!” Ben thundered.

Agnes, who had been sobbing quietly, suddenly broke free and lunged towards Sunny. He turned and backhanded her, sending her flying and painfully hitting the floor.

“Mummy!” Ify screamed and kicked Sunny. He jumped back narrowly missing her kick on his groin. She tried to get away but her grabbed her back. She attacked but her backhanded her sending her landing face down on the floor.

Suddenly, something in her snapped. Ify could feel a strange power possessing her. Her face were dead cold, her senses more heightened and her vision were vividly green and sharp. If she could see herself in the mirror, she could say her eyes were raging with green fire.

Oblivious to what was happening, Sunny was already unbuckling his belt as he approached her from behind, ready for action. Ify smiled, her heightened senses hearing his approach. Bring it, bitch. She thought and waited. Sunny grabbed her ass and she suddenly threw her head back and hit him squarely in the face. He screamed and jumped back, holding his bloody nose. In a flash, she attacked him, front, back and center. In a few seconds, Sunny was flat on the floor with gruesome injuries disfiguring his body. The other gang members stared at their boss who was lying motionless on the floor. They stared Ify. Time stood still for what seemed like forever which in reality was only a few seconds. Then, they began to attack her at once.



Ify attacked them using anything she could lay her hands on as a weapon. She hit the first thug and he crashed on the TV and passed out. The second thug was lifted in the air and crashed heavily on the glass center table. Ify seized the third thug’s gun and shot him in the belly and shot the fourth thug on his leg at the same time. She banged the fifth thug’s head severally on the wall and he slid limply down to the floor. Then she knocked out the sixth thug with a stool.

By this time, Sunny woke up to see all members of his gang on the floor with various wounds. Panicked, he tried to crawl painfully to the exit to escape but Ify leapt and banged his face on the floor. He passed out again. She remained on top of him, her knees on his back and her hand wrapped at the back of his neck while she stared intently into space.

“Ify?” Agnes frightened voice called her. Ify’s eyes immediately cleared and she got up from the unconscious man beneath her, confused. She turned to her parents. They were staring at her like she was an alien.

“What happened?” She asked.

“We don’t know. Why didn’t you tell us you were taking Kung-Fu lessons?” Her father asked, stunned.

“I don’t understand.”

Later, the police were called and they arrived and carried the gang away in stretchers. Sunny who had somehow woken up was screaming, “Witch! Demon! Ogbanje! Witch o!”

They ignored him and carried him away. Tony drove in a few minutes later. He jumped out of his car and hugged Ify tight in relief. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. So glad to see you.” Ify replied, smiling in his arms. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

“I called you earlier but your mom picked the call and told me you were robbed. I was so worried.”

“We’re fine thank God. Those yeye robbers didn’t succeed.”



“That’s because you stopped them.” Her mother said.

“You, stopped them?” Tony asked Ify, surprised.

“My dear, we can’t explain. All we know was they were attacking us. They next thing we knew was Ify attacked and finished them. I can’t still explain how she did it. Ify, is there something you’re hiding from us?” Ben asked.

“Nothing. Honestly, I can’t remember what happened. All I remember was their boss slapped mummy and tried to rape me–”

“He what?” Tony asked, shocked.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t succeed.” Agnes assured him.

“Anyway, the rest is still a blur.” Ify continued, “I went totally blank. By the time I realized myself, those idiots were all over the floor with injuries and blood scattered everywhere.”

“Wow, that’s interesting.” Tony said. “But how–”

“Good evening.” An officer greeted them. They returned his greetings.

“My name is Officer Ugwu. I’m in charge of this operation. I hope you all are alright?”

“Yes, officer.” They replied.

“Good. We need you all to come to the station with us.”

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Episode 4

“Uncle, my side chick wants to kill me.”

Ben, Ify’s father fumed inwardly as Ebuka sat before him pleading for help. Ebuka was stupid, very stupid. If not for his brother of blessed memory, he would have thrown the useless boy out of his house. Even now, it only took the last shred of his patience to not do so.

Ebuka was his nephew, his elder brother’s only son. Vin and Ben had grown up from poverty, the type that Igbo calls ogbenye ọnụ ntụ. When their parents died, they were passed from one relative to another. At a point, the boys were left totally alone to fend for themselves. Vin, the elder brother, was barely ten years old.
Ben’s success story was largely due to his brother’s sacrifice. Vin took care of his younger brother from a very young age. He worked, scraped hard for their daily bread. And when he earned enough to enroll into a school, he sacrificed even that for Ben’s education up till the university level. Ben was an excellent student and got a promising job soon after his NYSC,. From there, Ben’s fortune changed for good.

Vin wasn’t so lucky. First of all, his business wasn’t doing so well. His marriage wasn’t blessed with children until many years later. Although he had married long before Ben, Ben had his first two kids before Vin’s wife was able to conceive Ebuka. Ebuka was thirteen when Vin eventually died of cardiac arrest. He was just walking towards his shop when he suddenly slumped and died.

And so, Ben took Ebuka under his wings. He had vowed to raise Ebuka like his son in memory of his brother’s sacrifice. He enrolled Ebuka in one of the best secondary schools he could afford. But after four years of constant failure in academics, Ben eventually discovered that Ebuka’s name was always absent in the class register. No amount of flogging and cajoling would make the boy reveal where he went during school hours.

After the fifth failure in class, Ben sat Ebuka down and asked him what he wanted. Ebuka said he didn’t want to go to school. He wanted to start a business. Ben agreed. After all, everyone must not go to school to succeed. So, he took the boy to be apprenticed to a wealthy friend who dealt in electronics.



That was another problem. Throughout Ebuka’s three year apprenticeship, Ben frequently got reports of his annoying excesses. Ebuka refused to learn. Always complaining about being sent on too much errands. He refused to work along with his fellow boys, most of them older than him in his oga’s shop. He was feeling too big to be a boy. As if that was not enough, Ebuka always pressured customers for ‘anything for the boys?”

The last straw was when he quarreled with his oga’s wife over a piece of meat. His already fed up oga sent him packing. The man could have done that long before then but he endured for the sake of his close friendship with Ebuka’s uncle. For years, Ebuka went from one apprenticeship to another, clothing, carpentry, POP, interior decoration, motor spare parts business and more and failed in all of them.

When the last apprenticeship – beverages store business – failed and Ben was wondering what to do with his difficult nephew, Ebuka got a girl pregnant. Ebuka tried to deny it. Unfortunately for him, the girl’s parents weren’t the kind to be trifled with. And so, Ben found himself organizing a wedding. After the wedding, Ben had paid Ebuka off with a cheque of 800k and warned him never to come to him for help again.

And now, three years later, Ebuka was in his living room asking for money, again.

“I can’t help you, Ebuka.” Ben replied flatly.

“Uncle please. I need you now more than ever. Help me.”

“Ebuka, your wife is pregnant with your third child. You got another lady pregnant and she moved into your house and refused to leave. What do you want me to do about that?”



“Uncle, that is what I am saying. I need money to settle the girl so she will leave my house. My wife’s family is threatening to kill me and you know what they’re like.”

“Oh, I’m surprised you know what your In-laws are capable of. Yet, you disrespected their daughter by getting another woman pregnant. See, I can’t help you. I have my own problems.”

“Uncle, it’s me o. I’m your boy o.”

“You’re my nephew. And God knows I’ve tried for you. I gave you 800 thousand naira to start life with. What happened to it?”

Ebuka fidgeted uncomfortably. “See eh uncle, it’s not like I wasted the money o. I started business with it. But business is hard.”

“How will it not be hard when you spend most of your profits living a large life that you can’t maintain? It’s been three years that you got married and you already have two children and your wife is expecting the third one. Oh, I almost forgot your mistress is also pregnant. What is wrong with you, Ebuka? Remember I gave you money for your wife’s delivery of your first child. And when that child got sick, I footed the hospital bills. What more do I do for you that I haven’t already done?” Ben asked, beginning to lose his temper.

“Uncle, I know you have tried for me. But I’m just asking you for this last one. Biko, help me this last time. I promise I wont disturb you again.”

“Ebuka, I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

“Uncle please na. Remember my father made you who you are today.” Ebuka said recklessly.

That was a mistake. For Ben’s eyes turned icy with anger. “Yes, your father made me who I am today. But you know what? I didn’t waste any of the opportunities he gave me unlike a stupid boy I know. Now, get out of my house!”

“Uncle please–”

“Out!”

Ebuka left the house, fuming. Who did that man think he was? He fumed. Uncle Ben would have been in the village drinking garri and sniffing utaba if not for he, Ebuka’s father. Now he was a big man, he had refused to help him, his own nephew. So what that uncle gave him 800k to start his business plus other small things he did for him? Was it his fault that business was not moving well? As for the side chick matter, everyone knew he never wanted to marry his wife. Getting her pregnant was an accident. So was getting his side chick pregnant. But what was he supposed to do? Body no be wood na. He wasn’t the first married man to have a side chick neither would he be the last.

He had always been successful in handling his side chicks but this current one was too stubborn. First his wife trapped him. Now this side chick wanted to do the same. Chai! Why were women like this? Other men had been doing their own and getting away with it. Why was his own different?



And now uncle Ben had refused to help him. It wasn’t as if he, Ebuka, could not help himself o. It was just that his In-laws had forced him to sponsor his wife’s youngest brother in the University as first punishment for disrespecting their daughter. And Monica, his side chick, was showing him pepper in his own house. That was why he needed money to settle her so she could leave his house in peace.

Ebuka flagged down an okada. The okada dropped him in front of an uncompleted building in a deserted area. He entered the building. It was completely empty and silent. All of a sudden he was surrounded by seven dangerous igbo gingered men threatening him with several dangerous weapons. They held him down, screaming at him until their boss, an imposing man entered.

“Who be that maga?” He asked in his already distorted by too much drugs. Then he stopped as he stared at Ebuka.

“Ebuka? Ebus, my niggi!”

Ebuka grinned at him. “Sunny! Sunnylololo. My manest man!”

Sunny laughed and made to hug him. He stopped, seeing that his men were still holding his friend. “Why una still dey hold my niggi? Una dey craze?”

They immediately released Ebuka who hugged Sunny and they laughed and patted each other’s backs happily.

“Ebus, how you dey na? Longest time.”

“My brother, I dey o.”

“Nawao. Since you marry, person no dey see your break light again.”

Ebuka sighed. “My brother, na long story. But first, I get something wey I wan make you do for me.”

“Anything for my niggi. Wetin be that?”

Ebuka’s eyes glinted evilly. “I wan make you visit somebody for me.”

That night, Sunny and his gang landed at Ify’s father’s house.

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To say the woman before her was extraordinarily beautiful would be an understatement. Her head was adorned with tiny long curly hair that hung loosely down her waist. Large green eyes, long eyelashes, sensual lips and a stunning physique that not even a ‘high’ artist with the best creative imagination can describe stood in front of Ify. In fact, the woman fine like mami water, except that the mami water she always read about in her school books had fish tails and this one didn’t.

“Welcome, Ifenyinwa.” The woman said, smiling.

Ify gasped in surprise and quickly got to her feet. “How do you know my name? Who are you? How did I even get here?”

“Don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm.” The woman assured her.

“You haven’t answered my question.” Ify replied, not convinced.

The woman laughed. “You’re bold, I see. Well, I will tell you who I am.”

Suddenly, the woman threw her arms to the air and a strange intense wind began to blow from nowhere. As the woman spoke, her entire body began to charge in sharp green light, highlighting her majestic splendour while her voice resonated with a commanding echo.

“I am the queen of the oceans, goddess of the sea and the mother of all existence! I am the fountain of life! The earth trembles before me, the wind screams my name and the oceans waves at my command! All who bless me I give life and wealth beyond their dreams! Those who curse me, I destroy! I am she who is and ever will be!”

Ify blinked at the woman for a few seconds. Then she began to laugh. The queen stopped and gaped at her.

“This must be a dream. The fish Tony and I ate must have been too much. No wonder I’m dreaming of mermaids. Moji said eating too much fish at night will give me weird dreams.”

“My dear human, you’re not dreaming.” The queen said.

“Of course I am. You’re just in my dream probably because I ate too much fish last night. My dad says I have a very active imagination. I should be a writer. He’s right.”

“You don’t believe me?” The queen asked calmly.

“No, I don’t. To prove it, I will just close my eyes and pinch myself and when I open them, I’ll wake up in my bed.”

Ify closed her eyes and pinched herself. She opened them to see the queen merely watching her in amusement. She repeated the process again. Same result. Ify was stared at the queen with a fearful realization that where she was was real and the enchanting woman in front of her was the queen of a marine world. She was in a marine kingdom!

“Oh my God! What is this? What’s going on? What am I doing here?” She blurted out in panic.

“Don’t be afraid, human. I have a mission for you.” The queen said.

“What mission? You know what? I don’t want to know. Just take me back to my room, please.”

“I understand that my presence is unsettling for you. You should count yourself privileged. Not many humans like you have seen me and lived to tell the tale. That shows how important you are to me.”

“Thank you very much. Please take me back. I swear I’m not going to tell anyone. In fact, I’ve forgotten about it sef.”

“If you agree to what I’m about to tell you, I will reward you beyond your expectations.”

“I don’t want any reward. Just take me back home now.”

The queen stopped and stared at her. Then she began to laugh.

“You’re very courageous. I like that. You’re also afraid. But you don’t have to be. My plans for you are for your benefit as well as mine. How do you humans say it? A trial will convince you.”

“What trial?”

The queen blew a green smoke on her and Ify found herself in the air. She was suddenly back swirling upward through the vortex. And then she popped out of the seashell in her bedroom and landed face down on the floor. She quickly rose and screamed.

Her parents dashed into the room, startled. Ify scrambled to one corner folding herself in fright.

“Ify, what is it?” Her father asked, concerned.

She stared at them. “Daddy? Mommy?”

“Yes, dear. We’re here.” Her mother replied. “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I don’t know.” Ify replied, confused.

Agnes moved towards her and saw the seashell on the floor. She made to pick it.

“No!” Ify said in a frightened voice. “Don’t touch it. It will suck you inside.”

Her parents stared at her like she had a lose knot in her head.

“What are you talking about?” Her dad asked.

“That thing is dangerous. Trust me.”

Her father slowly picked the shell. “What? This?”

“See? It’s just a seashell.” Agnes assured her.

Ify stared at her father as if waiting for him to be sucked in. Nothing happened. She was even more confused.

“But… but… I thought…” she trailed off.

“Honey, you only had a nightmare. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re safe, okay?”

Her mother’s soothing voice finally made Ify relax. “Oh mommy, it was a horrible dream.”

“We understand. We’ve all had nightmares. But that’s all they are. Nightmares. They will never come to reality.” Her dad said.

“Your dad is right. They’re just nightmares, nothing more.” Agnes added. Then she looked Ify over. “Well, you must have been really tired to sleep off in your beach wear.”

“I think so.”

“It’s all right. We’ll leave you to change. Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen to you. Go back to sleep. You’re covered in the blood of Jesus.”

The next day, Ify was in her cubicle at work, staring at the seashell in her hand, lost in thought. Her experience last night was truly frightening. But when she woke up this morning, everything seemed so normal that last night seemed like it never happened.

But as she sat in her cubicle, she kept having flashbacks about her weird encounter with that marine queen or whatever. She could vividly remember like it happened yesterday. Oh wait. It literally happened yesterday. Something was wrong. Who got nightmares about seashells sucking them into a marine kingdom to face their queen, anyways? What type of dream was that? Was it the fish she ate at the beach? Maybe those people had added too much oil. She spoke to Tony earlier and he seemed fine. So it couldn’t have been the fish. What was it then?

“I am the queen of the oceans, goddess of the sea and the mother of all existence! I am the fountain of life! All who drink from me are filled and never lack! The earth trembles before me, the wind screams my name and the oceans waves at my command! All who bless me I give life and wealth beyond their dreams! Those who curse me, I destroy! I am she who is and ever will be!” The queen’s voice kept playing over and over in her head.

“Ify!”

Ify jumped and stared Moji. “Oh, it’s you.”

Moji looked at her in concern. “I’ve been standing here and calling you several times. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? If there’s something wrong, you can tell me. You know you’re my padi padi.”

Ify smiled. “I’m fine. Really? So, what’s up?”

“It’s lunch break. Halima and I are going to the canteen. Are you co… what is that?” Moji asked, pointing at the seashell on Ify’s palm.

“Oh, it’s a seashell Tony gave to me at the beach yesterday.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

“So are you coming?”

“Sure. You girls can go ahead. I’ll join you later.”

“Okay.” Moji nodded and left.

Ify continued to stare at the seashell for a while. Well, like her mother said, it was just a seashell. She hadn’t heard of where a seashell killed anybody. Las las, she would throw it away and forget about it and any marine queen.

Ify stood and threw the shell into a trash can and left. But another surprise was waiting for her.

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She is known with different names. Christians call her queen of the coast. Others call her Mami wata. But everyone agrees on one thing- she controls the sea and everything within it. Her enchanting green abode were surrounded by different beautiful statues of the queen. Two enchanting green stool were on either sides of her majestic throne. An unnaturally beautiful comb was on the right stool while an urn was on the left one. Two large beautiful pythons lay curled in front of the throne.

Scantily clad beautiful maidens sat around the throne, their eyes humbly on the floor. They were still, so still that one would think they were statues.



The queen herself stood in front of a large swirling vortex, watching the people at the beach. Humans, she thought, her luscious lips curled in disgust. Such disgusting creatures. How she wanted them wiped off from the surface of the earth for desecrating her sea.

Oh, there was a time when they feared immortals like her and worshiped them. They knew her name and depended on her for everything. But the problem with what those creatures call the 21st century was that humans have learned to rely on themselves and forget immortals like her. She still had loyal followers but they were nothing compared to what she had before. Another problem was other powerful gods always try to take them from her just as she did to them. It was a free snatching world for the gods. Humans were that fickle.

The truth was as fickle as humans were, she needed them. The power was irresistible. But she also knew that humans shouldn’t be underestimated. She had enough bad experiences to prove that. Oh, she would have them under her feet and everyone, including all the other gods, would know that she was the greatest of them all. If there was anything her long life had taught her, it was patience was a virtue. She would bide her time and wait for the right moment.



Then her eyes caught a young human couple walking hand in hand onshore. The human female was laughing at what the human male was saying. The queen leaned forward, eyes fastened on the female.

“Hmm.” She said with interest as she watched the female. Then she opened her palm and a small shell appeared. She threw it into the swirling vortex and watched it travel up the sea to settle beneath the young human female’s feet.

“Ouch!” Ify winced and jumped back.

“What is it?” Tony asked, concerned.

“I stepped on something.” She replied and looked down. Then she bent down and picked it.

“It’s a seashell.” She said, admiring it.

“It’s beautiful, just like you.” Tony said, bending down to look at it.

Ify melted. “Aww… thank you.”

Tony smiled and unhooked the chain around his neck. He slipped the shell between the chain and wore it around Ify’s neck.

“A beautiful gift for a beautiful girl.” He said.

Ify smiled, admiring it. “Thank you.”

The queen watched them kiss and continue to walk along the sea. A smug smile curved around her lips.

Later that night, Tony dropped Ify in front of her house.

“Wow, I had a great time.” Ify said, happily.

“Me too.” Tony replied, sharing her mood.

“I’m going in. Are you coming with me?”

“No, I don’t want to disturb your parents. I’ll see them tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied and they kissed. Ify opened the door.

“Wait.” He said, stopping her.

“What?”

He kissed her again. “I just wanted to do that.”

She giggled. “You eh? I’m going to sleep. Goodnight.”

“Good night, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Ify stepped out and waved as Tony drove away. She knocked on the gate and the gate man let her in. Then she got into the house. Her parents were watching Africa Magic. Her mother’s eyes were glued to the TV while her father looked supremely bored.

“Hello?” She greeted them.

Agnes removed her eyes from the TV. “Oh, hi dear. You’re back.”

“Yes, mummy. Good evening, daddy.”

“Good evening. How are you?” Ben, her father asked warmly.

“I’m fine. I thought you had gone to bed.”

“I wasn’t feeling sleepy. So I came out here to watch the news but your mother wouldn’t let me.”

“You’ve been watching news since morning. You won’t allow me to watch this small film.”



“You’ve been watching this Africa Magic since we bought DSTV. I don’t understand what you women see in these films. Who is even this Mercy Johnson?”

“I think you’re the only man in Africa who doesn’t know who Mercy Johnson is.” Agnes replied.

Ify laughed. “Tony said I should greet you. He said he will see you tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

“Alright, goodnight dear. Sleep well.”

Ify left and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. Then she dropped tiredly on the bed. After a few moments, she got up and went to her dressing table taking off her accessories. Ify removed Tony’s chain around her neck and the seashell slipped off and dropped on the floor. She bent to pick it and zoom… got sucked into the shell and swirling through a very colorful vortex. She landed face down on a strange shimmering floor. Ify lay there to recover her swirling senses.

Then she rose and looked up to behold the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

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Agnes watched, privately amused, as her daughter, Ify paced the bedroom nervously.

“Calm down, Ify.”

“Calm down?” Ify asked, agitated. “Mummy, I don’t think you understand what is happening. Why is it that you can’t find what you’re looking for when you need it? But it will suddenly appear when you don’t need? Funny, isn’t it? Except it’s not funny to me. It is exasperating, ridiculous and frustrating.”

Agnes chuckled, letting her amusement show. “So you’re blowing all this grammar because your boyfriend is coming to take you out and you can’t find what to wear.”



“Mummy, Tony is not just taking me out. Something tells me that this date is special. I feel it in my guts.”

Agnes leaned forward, more interested. “Is he going to propose?”

“Mummy!” Ify gasped, giggling. “How am I supposed to know that?”

“This isn’t your first date with Tony. You guys have been together for a year. And you said today’s date feels special. And the only thing special I can think of is him proposing to you.”

“Well, I don’t know sha. It’s just a feeling. Right now, my problem is finding what to wear.”

“You have a lot of clothes. Pick one.”

“I’m confused.”

Agnes went to the wardrobe and scanned the neatly hung and arranged wears that Ify owned. Ify should have been a Vogue model judging the number of designer wears she had. Agnes finally picked one lovely dress.

“Wear this. It matches your skin color perfectly. Make sure you wear a comfortable shoe so you won’t fall on your face when he proposes.”

Ify laughed and took the dress. “Thanks mummy. You’re the best.”



The door bell downstairs rang. Ify gasped in nervous excitement. “It’s him.”

“Go ahead and dress. I’ll get the door.” Her mother replied and left the room. Agnes walked downstairs to the living room and opened the door. Tony smiled at her, holding a bottle of wine. He looked very handsome in his outfit. How he could look both casual and formal and pull it off perfectly was a mystery to Agnes. She smiled back. Perhaps, Ify was right. Today was very special.

“Good evening, ma.” Tony greeted her.

“Good evening, Tony. Please come in.” She replied and stepped back to allow him enter.

He gave her the wine. “For you.”

“Thank you. Please have a seat. Ify is upstairs. She’ll join you shortly.” she said.

“Thank you.” he said. They sat down and he plied her with amusing stories while they waited for Ify to come down.

Finally, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They turned and Tony’s could practically feel his tongue dangling on the floor. Ify had always been flawlessly beautiful. He didn’t think he could stop his heart from beating any time he saw her. Today, she was stunning.



As he watched her descend, he could feel his eyes almost popping out of his head. He couldn’t help grinning as she walked up to him like a river goddess.

She smiled up to him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He replied. “You look… amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“So, shall we?” He asked, gesturing to the door.

“Yes.” She replied and turned to her mother. “See you later, mummy.”

Agnes smiled at them. “See you, dear. Enjoy yourselves. Drive safely, Tony.”

“I will.” Tony said and they left.

After they had enjoyed some seafood- she loved seafood- and some glasses of Champagne in a fancy restaurant, they went to dance in one of the best clubs in town. From there, they went for a stroll to enjoy the cool night breeze. Tony was the perfect gentleman throughout the night. He made her laugh her head off with his stories. And he made sure she was comfortable and even wrapped his coat around her when she felt cold. It was a magical night for Ify.

They finally went to sit at a love garden. She was so happy, chattering away like a magpie and only stopping when she realized that he had stopped talking and was staring deeply at her.

“What?” She asked.

“What?” He replied.

“You’re staring at me.”

“Anything wrong with that?”

“No. But you’re staring like you’ve never seen me before.”

“Have I ever told you about my grandmother?”

“Yes, you said she died three years ago.” She replied slightly getting confused about the strange question.

“Yeah, I told you I was her favorite grandson. I remember when I was little, she spoiled me silly. She tolerated a lot of nonsense from me, things she never tolerated from my father when he was my age at the time. Then just before she died, she called me and gave me this.”



He brought out a ring box and opened it to reveal a sparkling ring. Ify gasped. Her heart was beating wildly. It finally happening!

“She said I should give it to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Ify, you’re that woman. And I’ll be the happiest man alive if you agree to be my wife.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” She said, nodding eagerly and smiling.

He smiled happily back and slipped the ring between her finger and kissed her.

The next morning, Ify stepped out of her car and paused in front her company building. She took a deep, happy breath. Her life had been very lucky. As the last born and the only girl in her family, she was her daddy’s little girl. She had beauty and brains and graduated top of her class. Now she had a great job and she was about to get married. Hers was the perfect life!

She majestically walked into the building greeting her co-workers. They stopped to stare at her curiously. She walked into the office she shared with best friends, Halima and Moji and other colleagues, basking in the attention everyone was giving her. Getting to her cubicle, she settled down to work. Her friends walked up to her.

“Oya, start giving us the gist.” Moji demanded

“What gist?” She asked like she didn’t know what they were talking about.

“You want to tell us that all this your catwalking was for nothing?” Halima asked.

“I’m getting married!” Ify announced, unable to contain herself and showed off her engagement ring.

The girls screamed in delight. Noticing that everyone was staring at them, they mellowed down, giggling.

“Oh Ify, I’m so happy for you.” Moji said, admiring her ring.

“Me too.” Halima added.

“Thanks guys, I’m so happy I’m about to burst. I still can’t believe that he proposed.”

“That’s what you’ve always wanted, right?”

“Yes, but I was still surprised when he did. I mean I expected it, but I was surprised when it finally happened.”

“We’re going to celebrate. Should we do it today or leave it till weekend?” Moji asked



“No, not weekend. Tony and I are going to the beach.”

“Aww… love nwantiti.” Halima teased in her educated Hausa accent.

“No wahala na. We’ll celebrate tonight.” Moji said.

“Fine by me as long as we’re going to eat fresh fish.” Ify replied.

“You and fish. Will you ever eat meat in this your life?” Moji teased.

“I eat meat. But I prefer fish. It’s healthier.”

“Seriously, I envy you o. I’ve been dating Ayo for five years now and he hasn’t said anything. Shebi if I tell him to propose now, he’ll say I’m desperate.” Halima said a little sadly.

“I told you to do like I did. Manage him for now. When you see a serious guy, dump his ass. That was how I dumped Segun and married my husband. Segun thought he would frustrate my destiny but God pass am.” Moji said.

“Abi o?” Halima asked. “ Congratulations, Ify.”

“Thank you. Don’t worry. Your own husband will come.”

“Amen o.”

“Enough talk about unserious boyfriends. We’re going to party tonight.”

The beach was filled with people enjoying the weekend. Families picnicking, music blaring from the bars while people danced, ate and drank. Young guys were swimming and playing football. Girls were busy riding horses and taking selfies. Couples were wrapped in their own romantic world. Tony and Ify were having their romantic time together and ignoring others. Everyone was having fun.

But they didn’t know that somewhere beneath the sea, someone was watching them.

“So, you’re going to see him today.”

Ella stood in front of the long mirror in the small bedroom she shared with her younger sister, Amanda. At just 23, she looked like just those Instagram models, except in her case, her voluptuous body was all natural. And she never failed to show off her endowments. Right now, she wore a short, tight gown that showed off her curves.

She finished applying her make-up and preened in front of the mirror, loving her stunning looks while Amanda sat on the bed and admired her.

“Yes.” She replied Amanda, beaming. “I’m going to see the love of my life.”

“Love kwa?” Amanda said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Ella, you’re meeting this guy for the first time.”

Ella shrugged. She was very popular on Facebook and Instagram due to her curvy body she loved to flaunt online. Messages from her admirers filled her inbox everyday. At first, she replied. After all, she was having fun. But she got tired and stopped replying. It didn’t stop her from posting pictures, though. She loved to see thousands of likes and comments.

She was bored, one day, and decided to go through her inbox. One guy’s messages intrigued her. There wasn’t anything special about them, only ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘good morning’, that he sent once in a while. Feeling reckless, she sent him a hello message. A few minutes later, he replied and they began to chat. Things quickly moved from there, they exchanged contacts, did video calls and before she could say “Facebook!” she was in love.



Since then, it had been love made in online heaven. They chatted and called constantly over the phone. Kenny, that was his name, was a perfect gentleman. He never asked her for nudes or anything else that made her uncomfortable. Instead, he went out of his way to make her laugh and feel good about herself. He was handsome, sweet, in fact, everything she ever wanted in a guy.

Two months after they began dating online, they had never met even though they lived in the same city. Any time he wanted to meet, she kept putting it off with excuses. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want to lose the romantic fantasy. As far he was distant, he was perfect. She didn’t want to be disappointed. But after much persuasions, she relented. They agreed to meet a fast food restaurant.

“Me I don’t believe in internet dating o.” Amanda said.

“Amanda, people meet their life partners on the internet.”

“I’m just saying.” Amanda said. “Go and come back and tell me how this love of your life looks like.”

“I will. I can’t wait to see his handsome face.”

“People can fake their pictures online eh. But this your guy is fine sha. I hope he’s fine like this in real life.”

“My Kenny is not fake. We’ve been doing video calls.”



Her mother’s singing voice rang out. Ella immediately went and tied wrapper to cover up her sexy wear. Thank God she hadn’t styled her hair yet. Her mother entered and stared at her face.

“This one you’re wearing make-up, are you going out?”

“No, mummy. I bought the make-up yesterday. I just want to see how it looks on my face.”

“Okay. Once you finish cooking, put my food in a flask. I don’t want to eat cold food when I come back. I’m going for prayer meeting. From there, I will go and visit mama Eliza. Eliza is dead.”

“Jesus!” Both girls exclaimed in shock.

“Hmm, it’s not a small thing. Anytime I tell you girls to be careful around these yahoo boys carrying Benz up and down, you will say I’m analogue. You see what has happened to Eliza. She was following one boy with Benz, ofu Benze a. He cut off her breasts and womanhood and dumped her on the main road. Please my daughters, be careful around these boys. Bikonu I beg you, be careful.” The woman left.

Amanda stared at Ella in dread. “Do you still want to see Kenny?”

Ella snorted in anger, masking her sudden fear. “Did I tell you he has Benz? All these girls that met their husbands on Facebook, do they have two heads? Why should my own be different. Don’t pour sand in my garri, abeg.”



Later, she went to the fast food restaurant. She was so nervous. She so didn’t want him to disappoint her and her, him.

“Ella?” A deep male voice said behind her.

She turned. O.M.G was the first thing in her head. Those pictures on Facebook and Instagram didn’t do him justice. He was everything she imagined him to look like in real life and more. Hot, hot, hot!

He smiled at her. “You look amazing. You’re more beautiful than your pictures.”

“I was saying the same thing… in my head.” She replied.

He laughed. “This place is too hot. Their AC is not working. Let’s go somewhere else. I know a very nice place you will like.”

Another nice place, ke? She thought, suddenly remembering her mother’s story.

Kenny gave her a reassuring smile, reading her. “Don’t worry, it’s public. You’re safe with me.”

She smiled back and followed him to the parking lot. She stopped, confused. “What’s that?”

“That’s my car.”

Her jaw dropped. “You didn’t tell me you drive a Benz.”

He smiled proudly at his car. “Oh, did I not tell you? I’m a successful businessman. This Benz is one of my c… Ella?”

Ella wasn’t there with him. She was on the other side of the road, clutching her shoes and bag and running as fast as her legs could carry her.

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Amaka woke up in Tobi’s bed alone and went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. She paused. Lara and Nonso were already eating.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, surprised.

“Good morning, Auntie.” The kids greeted her.

She ignored the greeting. “Shouldn’t you kids be in school or something?”

“Today is public holiday.” Lara informed her.

Anita nodded, remembering. She sat down and called out. “Edith!”

“Ma!” Edith answered from the kitchen and came out to meet her.

“Good morning, ma”

“Get my breakfast.”

“Okay, ma”

Edith went back to the kitchen. Amaka brought out her cigarette pack.

“What’s that?” Nonso asked curiously.

“What? You’ve never seen cigarette before?” She replied harshly.

“What do you do with it?” He asked again.

“You smoke it.”

“Really? Can I have some?”

“No, you will die if you smoke. Our teacher said so.” Lara said.

Anita scoffed and looked at Nonso. “Listen to your sister.”



“Auntie, you’re going to die.” Nonso announced flatly.

Anita stared at him, stunned. “What?”

“You said you will die if you smoke. And you’re going to smoke. So, you will die.” He explained logically.

Anita’s face contorted with rage. “Edith!”

Edith ran back to answer her. “Ma?”

Anita shook her fist at the kids. “Get them the Bleep out of here!”

Lara gasped. “Auntie, that’s a bad word. Mummy will beat you if she hears it.”

“Shut up, you little brat!” Anita screamed at her. She turned angrily to Edith. “What are you waiting for? Get them out of here!”

Frightened, Edith took the children and left. Anita sat back, thoroughly pissed. She brought out a stick of cigarette and tried to light it. Then she dropped it, suddenly losing her appetite.

At a law firm, Tobi entered Amaka’s lawyer’s office. The lawyer, a no nonsense looking woman in her forties, was already seated with Amaka. Tobi’s heart fluttered with delight at seeing his wife again. She had lost weight and looked like she hadn’t slept in days even though she tried to cover it with makeup. But in his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

“Good morning.” He greeted.

“Good morning, Mr. Williams. Please have a seat.” The lawyer replied, gesturing.

Tobi sat down and smiled at his wife. “How have you been, babe?”



Amaka looked away, which hurt him but he kept quiet.

“You didn’t come with your lawyer?” The woman asked.

“I don’t need him.”

“Alright, let’s begin.” She opened a file and leafed through it. “The case is straightforward. My client, Mrs. Chiamaka Williams is seeking for a divorce on the grounds of incompatibility. She’s willing to share custody of the children with you. She doesn’t want anything else. So sign the papers and it will be over.”

He merely stared at them for a few heartbeats. Then, he turned to his wife. “Can I talk with you privately, please?”

“Mr. Williams, she’s my client. If you want to talk to her, you have to do it in my presence.”

“Fine.” He looked earnestly at Amaka. “Babe, I’m so sorry about Anita. I never thought that my wild past will come back and haunt me. Please don’t leave me. I love you. And I always will. Think about us and what we’ve built together all these years. Think about our beautiful children. Don’t throw us away. Don’t let that woman destroy what we have. I promise you, Anita will be out of our lives very soon.”

Yet Amaka refused to look at him. But he could see he was getting to her as a single tear fled her eye and fell down her cheek.



“Babe, look at me.” She refused. “Look at me, Amaka. Please?” he pleaded again.

She finally looked at him. He smiled gratefully at her. “I love you. Don’t sign this divorce, I beg you. I will fix this.”

Later, Tobi drove home in a happy mood he hadn’t felt for days since his wife left. Although Amaka had refused to come home with him, she had at least agreed to stop the divorce. That was progress.

He parked at his garage and entered his house. Anita was waiting for him.

“Are you finally divorced?” She asked calmly.

“How do you know about that?” He asked back, surprised.

She shrugged. “The walls have ears. You haven’t answered my question.”

“No, I’m not divorced.” He answered harshly.

“Why?”

“I couldn’t get it.”

“You couldn’t get it or you wouldn’t get it? Do you think I’m stupid?”

He glared at her. “For your information, there are many things involved in getting a divorce. Getting custody of the children, paying alimony. I have a lot of assets and Amaka is demanding half of them. We’re still negotiating. So, it will take some time to get the divorce you want.”

Anita looked him for some moments. Then, she smiled. “I know what you’re doing. You’re stylishly delaying this divorce and giving me crap for an excuse. It’s okay. I’m not surprised. I knew it would happen.”

She walked up to him and stared at him face to face. “I give you three months to finalize your divorce. Just remember, Tobi. Your life is in my hands and I will not hesitate to destroy it if I don’t see those papers. This is my last warning.”

Meanwhile Mike and his wife had gone to their village for a family occasion. So, Tobi was forced to take his children home pending their return. Anita didn’t like that. Seeing the kids every day got on her nerves. She became crankier and more unbearable. The kids tried to avoid her but kids being kids, they would sometimes forget and try to play with her. And she would snap their heads off.



One day, she was passing through the corridors when she heard a muffled cry in Lara’s room. Curious, she quietly opened the door. Lara was crying on her bed obviously not wanting anyone to know.

Anita wanted to leave her to cry in peace. She didn’t want to be involved in the little girl’s problem. It wasn’t her business. But before she knew it, “Why are you crying, Lara?”

Lara jumped and wiped her tears quickly. “I’m not crying.”

Anita arched her brows at the obvious lie. “Yes, you are. What happened?”

“Nothing.” Lara said quickly.

That made Anita more curious. “You’re lying. What’s going on, Lara? Tell me.”

“I can’t.” Lara said, fresh tears brimming in her eyes.

“Why? I want to help.”

“But you don’t care about me and Nonso.” The little girl pointed out.

Anita winced inwardly in shame. She went and sat beside her. “It’s not true. I do. Please tell me what’s bothering you. I promise, I won’t tell anyone.”

“It’s Bobby.” Lara said after a pause.

“Who’s bobby?”

“He’s from school. He’s always bullying Nonso. He called him a cockroach. I told him to stop calling him that and he pushed me to the wall and injured my hand. Then he said he will call his friends and beat Nonso every day if I told anyone.”

“What!” Anita asked incredulously. “He did this to you in school today?”

“Yes my hand is paining me, Auntie.” She cried. Anita was outraged on the little girl’s behalf. Her maternal instinct surged in full force.

“How dare he? A boy shouldn’t beat a girl, ever. I’m going to your school tomorrow and I will report to your headmistress to punish him. Is he mad?”



“Auntie, no. You promised you won’t tell anyone.” Lara said in fear.

“I know, honey. But if we keep quiet, he will do it again. That’s not going to happen. You’re beautiful, smart and strong. No boy should dare to touch you. And this Bobby won’t touch you again, I promise.”

Lara looked at her with hopeful tear filled eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” Anita assured her. “We girls should look after each other. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

Lara hugged her gratefully. “Thank you, Auntie. You’re the best Auntie in the world.”

Anita hugged her back, her heart melting with love. “I love you too.”

Later, after she had cuddled Lara to sleep, Anita left and went to her room. She laid on the bed and sighed. How did this happen? She thought. How did those kids bring down her defenses and planted themselves in her heart? She loved them and it’s making things more difficult for her.

Her phone rang. She answered the call.

“Are you alone?” A male voice asked on the other end.

“Yes. What’s up?”

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good. It’s time to bring the motherfucker down.”

“Okay.” She hung up and sighed. A part of her, the foreign part that still felt something, felt sorry for Tobi. She slammed the feeling down. This isn’t time for sentiments. She thought. Tobi deserved what he was getting. Karma is a bitch and her name is Anita.

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Tobi began to look for his wife. He called, texted, sent messages but there was no reply from her. Her phones were switched off or rather her lines no longer existed. Her parents and siblings didn’t know where she was. None of her colleagues in the University where she worked as a lecturer- she was retained after her Ph.D – had seen her. They didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t tell them. He didn’t want to involve any of them. He still held the hope that Amaka would change her mind and come back to him someday. There was no need starting unnecessary scandal.

Weeks passed and there was no sign of Amaka. It was as if she didn’t exist. That the years they had together were just a dream. The only thing that made him believe she was real was the night wear she left behind.



Back home, Anita was a nightmare. She would drink and smoke from morning till night. His warnings to her fell on deaf ears. His once Spartan home now oozed like a chimney. The way she always smoking, he thought he would develop lung cancer. And he didn’t smoke, ever!

Because he didn’t want his kids in such a toxic environment with a toxic woman, he took them to Mike’s house to stay until he sorted things out. Mike knew Anita since they were undergraduates and her relationship with Tobi. Hence, he was the only one who knew what was going on in Tobi’s home now. He attempted to talk to her but her reaction to him left a bitter taste in his mouth. So he learned to stay away from her and wish his friend well from a distance.

With the kids gone, it was just Tobi and Anita and the occasional help, Edith. Anita didn’t mind that the kids were gone. It was a welcome development. She didn’t want to look at them every day and be reminded of what she couldn’t have.

But that didn’t stop her from making Tobi wish he was dead. Her demands were endless. It was war if he didn’t meet any of them. she was always quick to remind him of his file.

“I need 15 million naira.” She demanded one day.

Tobi stared at her. “What for?”

“I want to open a boutique.”

“Last time you collected 10 million naira from me to open a hairdressing salon. And that was a week ago.”

She shrugged like she didn’t care. “I changed my mind.”



“Fine. You can use the money to open your boutique.”

“I already invested it in another business.”

“What business?”

She gave him an insolent stare. “Last time I checked, you’re not my account manager.”

“It’s my money.” He reminded her, getting irritated.

“Point of correction, it’s our money. I’m your wife now.” She emphasized.

“You’re not my wife.”

She arched her brows at him. “Really? Okay, let me go and expose your file since you’ve decided to deny me, again.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait!”

She turned back to him.

Tobi sighed in defeat. “I’ll make a transfer.”

She beamed in delight. “Thanks, baby. I love you so much.”

It would not end there. After a few days, she would come back and ask him for ridiculous amounts of money another imaginary business. Tobi endured till he was getting close to a breaking point. He wanted to strangle her. He could already feel his hands around her neck and her treacherous eyes popping out as he choked life out of her. But it all in his imagination. Note once had he laid hands on her.



Every day, he dreaded meeting her and the drama she would bring with her. He avoided coming home until the middle of the night when he was sure she was asleep. Yet, it didn’t remove him from Anita’s clutches.

He came home one late night, tired and heartbroken. The whole house was silent as a grave. Edith had gone back home. Anita was surely asleep in her room. Tobi went straight to bed and within minutes, he was in dreamland.

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Tobi stormed into the house and stood over Anita, shaking with sizzling rage. Anita sat up and stared boldly at him, trying to hide her fear. His anger was so hot she was sure she could feel the scorching heat coming from him.

“You evil bitch!” He roared. “What did you do to my wife?”

She shrugged like she didn’t care. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me!” His body shook with anger. At this rate, it wouldn’t surprise her if he pounced on her and tore her from limb to limb. For a brief moment, she had a second thought on what she was doing in his house in the first place. But that feeling passed and she stared at him like she didn’t give a hoot.

“I’m not lying. Maybe she was tired of the marriage and looking for an excuse to leave you since. Instead of blaming me for what I didn’t do, you should thank me for helping you reveal the type of wife you married. She only loves you when the going is good. And leaves you when a little crisis comes. Who does that? A LovePeddler.”

Tobi didn’t know when he raised his hands to slap her.

“Eh-ehn, that’s a very bad idea.” She warned, stopping him in his tracks. He lowered his hand and took a deep breath.

“I want you to pack your things and get out of my house this minute.” His voice was precise and cold.

“What about your file?” She reminded him smugly.

“Bleep that file!”

She flinched. The she regained her I-control-this-situation attitude and asked him. “Careful. You might get what you wish.”

“Get out of my house!”

She merely looked at him like she was bored. “I will leave. But let me tell you. Once I step my foot out of the door, I will make an important call you won’t like.”

“You think that I care?”

“Oh you should. Because the storm that is coming will so consume you, you won’t even find where to begin to get out of it. Trust me, it’s that bad.”

“You’re not going to control me with your cheap blackmail. I’m going to get you out of my life and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Are you willing to chance it? Think about it. Your wife is gone. Are you willing to lose your children too? Your reputation and your company? The company that your uncle handed to you instead of his wife and sons?”

Tobi’s glaring hatred at her didn’t waver but she could see the doubt and uncertainty that were beginning to form in his eyes. She gave him an insolent smile, knowing she had won.

“Good boy. Now that we’ve got this out of the way, I want you to prepare to get rid of your wife for good.”

He stiffened. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Get rid of her. Divorce her.”

“You must be stupid to let that out of your mouth.”

“Okay, then. I guess I’m going to make that call after all.” She rose to leave. Tobi dragged her back and dumped her on the couch.

“Don’t you dare!”

She stared up at him in disbelief. “Oh, this is how it is, abi? You want to assault me.”

She laughed. “Imagine. Tobi wants to beat me. He-he! There’s nothing I will not see in this life.”

“I will do more than beat you if you blackmail me again.”

“Then divorce your wife.”

“For you? God forbid.”

“Okay, say goodbye to your company and everything you’ve built.”

He paused and kept staring at her like she was an alien. “What is wrong with you? Do you know the damage you’re causing my innocent family?”

“Too bad.” She said nonchalantly.

“The Anita I know used to be sweet and kind and loving. She couldn’t bear to hurt a fly. But this woman standing right here is a heartless stranger. I know I contributed to that but must my family suffer for it? What about my wife? What about my children?”

She flared up. “And what about my own children, huh? Answer me! You killed them. You flushed them away with your selfishness. You tore my heart to pieces and stopped all possibilities of hearing the cries of my own babies!”

By now, she was hysterical. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and her eyes flashed, pouring out years of accumulated hurt and hatred. “You think you know pain? You ain’t seen anything yet. You made me this way, Tobi. Deal with it.”

And she stormed off.

Tobi stood in the living room for a few minutes. Then he sadly went to the master bedroom and shut the door. He sat down on the large bed he shared with his wife a few hours ago and leaned his head on his hands, completely shattered. How had his life turned like this? He wondered. One moment he was deliriously happy. Another moment, his life was crumbling. All because of the stupid mistakes he made as a youth. His Amaka was gone. He was on the verge of losing everything else if he made the wrong move.

His mind flashed back to the first day he met his wife. He had returned to the country after some years of study abroad. He was just beginning to find his bearing in his uncle’s company after he had inherited it. So, he visited his best friend, Mike, from University days. Mike was a lecturer in the same University they attended. The two of them were gisting and catching up on old times, when this beautiful girl wearing medicated glasses entered.

“Good afternoon.” She greeted.

“Good afternoon.” They greeted her back.

“Amaka, how are you?” Mike asked cordially.

“I’m fine.” She replied.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m still finding it difficult to gather materials for my research. I was wondering if you could help me with one of your books, please?”

“Sure, but make sure you bring it back. I will be very angry if you don’t.”

She smiled. “Ah Doc, you know I’m always loyal. Trust me, I won’t even try to be on your bad side. You’re one of the few people I can rely on.”

He scoffed. “Not me. I’m not the one who brought up the theory that western economic policies can’t succeed in Nigeria.”

Tobi’s brows shot up at that. He stared at Amaka, amused. “Why would you think that considering that their policies have recorded massive successes that other countries are trying to copy them?”

She removed her glasses, placed them on the desk and faced Tobi with full confidence. “I’m not saying they aren’t successful. I’m saying there are lots of reasons why their policies might not record much success in Nigeria. First, our cosmological views are different from theirs. I’ll give you an example…”

She went on to give him a thorough lecture to defend her argument. By the time she was finished, he was hooked. Before he could ask her out, she had taken the book she had requested for, excused herself and left.

Then she came back. “Sorry, I forgot my glasses.”

She took the glasses and left again.

He met her again when he left Mike’s office and headed for his car. She was coming from an opposite building, carrying a stack of books. He smiled and waved at her. She smiled back, and walked up to him.

“Hi.” She greeted.

“Hi.” He greeted back. “I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself. I’m Tobi Williams.”

“Amaka Ejiofor.” She dropped her books on the car and shook his offered hand.

“Nice to meet you, Amaka. You’re doing a research, huh?”

“For my Ph.D. Thesis. I’m a Ph.D. Student.”

“Wow, that’s great. Well done.”

“Can I have your number? As someone in the capital market, my experience can be a huge help to your research.”

She smiled. “Sure.”

They exchanged numbers. She left and came back again. “I forgot my books.”

She carried her books and Tobi watched her leave, his heart swelling with what he later knew was the beginning signs of falling in love.

From there, they hit it off and within a space of six months, they were married. They had been inseparable until that Anita intruded into their lives.

That was why he couldn’t understand why Amaka would leave him and the children like that. It wasn’t in his confident wife to pack and leave without a fuss. Anita must have had something to do with it. He could feel it in his gut. The witch!

Unable to bear the loneliness, he entered their walk in closet. The absence of Amaka’s things echoed the emptiness in his heart. Only her night wear was remaining. She must have forgotten it. He smiled, his heart lightening at his wife insane flaw. He picked the night wear and pressed it to his nose, her scent comforting him.

He began to laugh. He would let Anita think she had won. But by God, he would send that bitch back to hell and bring back his wife!

For two weeks, nothing happened. Tobi and Amaka tried their best to tolerate Anita. Anita seemed to have adapted very well in her new home. The children didn’t mind to have their new ‘Auntie’ living with them. No one talked to her. No one disturbed her. She was like a sacred cow in an Indian community.

Then one evening, Amaka was heading towards the parking lot after the day’s work. As soon she reached her car, three hefty men surrounded her from nowhere. She tried to raise and one of them jammed a gun on her back.

“Scream and you’re dead.” He whispered harshly in her ear. Her eyes widened in panic but she didn’t scream.

“Get in the car.” The man ordered.

She obeyed and they joined her inside the car. The guy sitting directly behind her placed a drug laced handkerchief over her nose and she passed out.

When she woke up, she was in a dark room, tied to a chair with a thick rope and the men were staring at her. They had guns.

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Amaka turned angrily to her husband. “I can’t believe you sold illegal drugs in the company.”

“I didn’t. Mr. Martins did, without the company’s knowledge. We found out and made him sign a non-disclosure and fired him. I thought we buried it. I don’t know how Anita dug it up again.” Tobi explained.



“Ok, it’s not your fault. This is actually good news. That evil woman has nothing on you. Even if she exposes the evidence, you can defend yourself and walk free, right?” She asked hopefully.

Tobi grimaced in shame. “It’s not that simple. The truth is the crime was committed under the company’s name. and I’m the owner of the company. You’ve seen the news. The government is shutting down companies because of banned drugs. Not only will they shut down our company, they will indict me for the crime. Anita is right. If that file gets out, I’m finished.”

“Oh my God, what are we going to do?”

Tobi screwed his face up like he swallowed a hard ball of fufu. “I think we should let her stay.”

“What!”

“For a while.” He quickly explained. “Let her calm down. Then, we’ll settle her and send her away.”

Amaka scoffed. “You think she will just accept settlement? What if she wants something more?”

“Let me try this one first. I know her. She’s not really as bad as you think. I believe she will agree to a settlement.”

Amaka remained skeptical but she let it go. “Fine. What are we going to tell the kids?”



“We can tell them she’s my distant cousin who has come to stay with us for a while.”

Amaka sighed, suddenly exhausted. Tobi held her shoulders and looked earnestly into her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I caused this. Give me time to sort it out. Everything will be fine. I promise.”

She nodded but kept quiet. Later, when Tobi had gone back to their room to think about what to do, she went and knocked on the door of the room that Anita occupied.

Then she entered without waiting for an invitation. Anita was arranging her things in the wardrobe and whistling happily to herself. She didn’t even acknowledge her presence. The attitude angered Amaka but she held her temper.

She cleared her throat and spoke gently. “Hi, I’m so sorry for all you’ve been through. I am a woman like you. And I understand that need to lash out and hurt the man who broke your heart. Believe me, I understand. But please, can you find it in your heart to forgive him? If you continue your revenge, you won’t only hurt Tobi, you will hurt an innocent woman and her children. Please, think about it.”

Anita stopped arranging her things and faced her. “Did you have a boyfriend before you met Tobi?”

“Yes.”

“Did you get pregnant for him and he forced you to get rid of it?”

“No.”

“Did he dump you after you’ve dated for years?”

“No.”

“Then you don’t understand anything. Get out of my room.”

Amaka winced at the insult. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell Anita to get out of her house. Then she thought of the massive quarrel that would follow. And the kids. So, she held and tongue and left the room.



The children woke up for breakfast and saw Anita. Typical of kids, they didn’t waste time asking who she was.

“I’m your second mummy.” She replied.

“She’s my distant cousin who came to stay with us for a little while.” Tobi explained to the kids, glaring at her.

Anita chuckled. “A little while? We’ll see about that.”

Throughout the day, the tension in the house was so thick it could be cut with a sharp knife. Anita paraded herself as the madam of the house. Tobi and Amaka tried their best to ignore her. They avoided her like a plague and tried to pretend that she didn’t exist which angered Anita more and made her use every opportunity to rob her unwelcome presence in their faces.

But they ignored her for the sake of the kids.

Then at night, it was bed time. The kids had been tucked into bed. Tobi and Amaka had retired to their room. They were about to sleep when Anita walked in uninvited. She was wearing a nightwear that left nothing to the imagination.

Tobi sat up in surprise. “Do you need something?”

“I want to sleep.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Ok, what are you doing here then?”

“This is my room. I want to sleep here, with you, my husband.”

Amaka’s face changed from surprise to anger. “Excuse me?”

Anita blinked at her. “What? Is it not my right to sleep with my husband?”

“You must be crazy.”

“Yes, I’m crazy in love.” Anita replied sweetly.

Amaka’s anger was getting to the boiling point. Tobi quickly intervened. “Anita, please don’t start a fight. Go back to your room.”

“This is my room.” She insisted.

Amaka couldn’t take it anymore. “Look madam, you rudely walked into my home, declared my husband a murderer, blackmailed him, occupied a room without our permission and pranced about like you own this house. Yet, we kept quiet. Now, you’re here trying to sleep with my husband in my presence. I will not take this nonsense from you. Get out of my room before I do something you will regret.”

Anita laughed hysterically. “Look at this yeye woman forming Margaret Thatcher. In your mind now, you’re a virtuous woman. Let me tell you, before you came into the picture, I was Tobi’s first lady. I’m sure if he didn’t have money, you wouldn’t have married him. Pretender. Gold digger. Ashawo…”



“Hey!” Tobi interrupted angrily. “That’s enough, Anita. I will not have you insult my wife. Amaka is my wife and you must respect her or I kick you out of my house.”

“Before you do that, remember there’s a little file hanging over your head.”

“Insult my wife again and I will tell you what you will do with your file. Are you mad?”

She snapped. “Eh, hold it there. Who gave you the impudence to talk to me? You’re lucky I still like you otherwise I will show you exactly what I want to do with that file. Look at you. After the way you used and dumped me, what did you expect?”

Amaka scoffed. “Oh please, stop this stupid drama. The way I understand it, Tobi didn’t tie you to his bed. It was a mutual consent. Yes, what he did was wrong but you could have walked away. But you didn’t. You chose to stay and what happened, happened. So, instead of standing here and acting all victim, blame yourself being so cheap.”

That earned her a hot slap from Anita. “Shut up, you slut!”

Amaka returned the slap and civil war started. Tobi tried to separate them but quickly learned that not even Samson could separate two very angry fighting women. The fight spilled out of the room to the corridor, waking the children.

“Mummy!” They screamed when they saw their mum tangling with their new Auntie like wrestlemania. Tobi quickly took them back to their rooms to calm them.

The women continued their fight of mortal combat. They almost rolled on the staircase but for Tobi who finally succeeded in separating them. He carried his furiously kicking wife back to their room and locked the door.

Anita knocked furiously and shouted, gingering for another fight. But they ignored her. She went back to her room and paced the floor, fuming. How dare her! And Tobi? After all she had done for him, he supported her! If they thought they would frustrate her out of the house, they should think again!

She picked a phone and made a call. “Hello, it’s me. Yes, I’m in his house. I just had a fight with his wife. It’s time to get rid of that bitch!”

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Amaka felt like her spirit had vamoosed from her body and she was just an audience watching a movie playing before her.

“WHAT!” Tobi roared in shock.

Anita didn’t even blink. “Yes, don’t you remember?”

Tobi’s body coiled in anger, as if to strike the lying bitch. “You’re lying.” He turned pleadingly to Amaka who was totally rigid like a statue. “She’s lying. We were never married. I swear.”

Then he swerved angrily to Anita. “Are you crazy?”

She blinked then, a perfect picture of innocence. “Me? No o. Are you not my husband?”

“NO. Where did you get the idea from?”

She gasped as if deeply hurt. “Honey? Why are you denying me like this? Remember all those years when you said you would love me for the rest of our lives.”

“That was in the past, when we were in the University!”

“Oh Darling, we made promises to each other, that we will be together. Nothing can break us apart.” She said, retaining a sweet innocent voice.



Tobi stared at her like she was mad. He turned earnestly to his wife. “Honey, don’t listen to her. Anita and I never made any vows. I would never do that. I would never betray you.”

Amaka finally came out of her stupor. “Then, what is she doing here? Why is she saying all this?”

“I don’t know. We met yesterday after many years. We chatted and I gave her my card, that’s all. Anita and I went to the same University and we were friends.”

At that, Anita dropped her innocent act in bristling temper. “Friends? Friends, you say? Fine!”

She faced Amaka. “Madam, let me tell you a little story about a boy and girl. Oh wait, that boy and the girl is Tobi and I…”

Tobi’s father and uncle were blood brothers. Although his uncle was wealthy, his father wasn’t. He wasn’t poor either. He was just average, enough to take care of his family comfortably. And so, Tobi was sent to a moderately good secondary school. There, he met Anita who was the daughter of a pastor. Anita was shy and sweet. Tobi was handsome and outgoing. Hence, he was very popular among teachers and students. But he had enough sense to not allow his popularity get into his head.



Anita’s shy sweetness attracted him and they started dating in their SS2. She got pregnant when they got to SS3. Of course, they weren’t ready for the responsibility. So, he siphoned money from his dad and paid for her abortion. The experience broke them apart. And they didn’t speak to each other until they finished secondary school.

But coincidentally, they met again in the University. They both gained admission in the same University, same year. First, they were just friends and before any of them could say ‘Jack”, they became lovers again. Their love was the talk of the school. In fact, they were voted the best couple on campus. Everyone thought they would end up together.

“I had four abortions in five years for him!” Anita pointed angrily at Tobi.

Amaka’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“That’s not even the worst part. He accepted the last pregnancy because I refused to remove it. He promised to start preparation for our wedding. But he ran away when he got the opportunity, leaving me all alone. Not only did I lose the baby, I lost my womb.”

“Jesus!” Amaka didn’t know when it flew from her mouth. She stared at Tobi like he’d developed two heads. “Tobi!”

Tobi stammered. “I didn’t know about that. I’m sorry.”



“Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover anything. Have you any idea what I went through all these years? The good men I lost because I had no womb? You ruined my life, you bastard. You’re going to share in it. I cannot bear the consequences alone. Consider me your lost but found wife.” She finished.

Then, she reverted back to her sweet innocent act. “So, where’s our room?”

That brought Amaka out of her shock fast. “Excuse me?”

“Our room, as in, the room where you and Tobi sleep. It’s our room now. Where is it?” Anita said in the tone of a teacher explaining something to a retarded student.

“I’m sorry. You can’t stay here.”

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Tobi was every lady’s dream man and he knew it. Sophisticated, tall, dark, handsome and rich, you would think he hadn’t experienced a single tragedy in his life. But that’s not the case. Having lost his parents at a young age, he was raised by his uncle whose wife and sons hated him with an unwarranted passion.

But all that hatred didn’t stop him from achieving his dream. Right now, he had a lovely wife and children who adored him. He was the CEO one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the country, which he inherited from his late uncle. His uncle had faith in him above his own sons. And he hadn’t disappointed him yet. Life was good and everything in it.



He stood in front his tall mirror in his classy master bedroom. Satisfied about his impeccable appearance, he grabbed his suitcase and headed downstairs to the dining room. His children, eight years old Lara and six years old Nonso, were already having breakfast. They were in their school uniforms. And they were arguing. He smiled.

“Hey, guys.”

They stopped arguing and beamed at him. “Good morning, daddy!”

“Good morning.”

Amaka, his wife entered carrying his breakfast which she set in front of him.

She sat beside him and smiled. “There you go. You’re already dressed for work?”

“Yes, I have a conference call with the Minister of Health and the board members in the office this morning.”

“I hope there’s no problem?”

“No, no problem at all. We’re just going to decide if we can sign a deal with our new product.”

“Oh, okay.” Amaka said and they began to eat.

Tobi looked at his kids. “So guys, what were you arguing about?”

Lara spoke up immediately. “Daddy, I was telling Nonso that it’s good to brush your teeth before eating every morning.”



“No, it’s good to brush your teeth after eating so you will not have a smelly mouth.” Nonso argued.

“Brushing your teeth after eating is bad.” Lara said.

“No, it’s not bad.” Nonso countered.

“You don’t know anything.” Lara shot at her brother.

“It’s you that don’t know anything.” Nonso shot back.

“Stop it both of you.” Tobi intervened. “It’s bad to argue during your breakfast. Now eat.”

“Okay, daddy.” Lara said. “But please tell Nonso to brush before he eats breakfast.”

“No, daddy. Tell Lara to brush after she eats breakfast.” Nonso countered again.

“It’s brush before eating.” Lara argued.

“No, it’s brush after eating.” Nonso refused to agree.

“Before!”

“After!”

Tobi looked helplessly at his wife. Amaka snorted at him. “Don’t look at me. They’re your kids.”

While Amaka went to drop the kids at school before going to work, Tobi drove to his office. As soon as he stepped into the building, “good morning, sir” “good morning, sir” rained all over the place from his employees. He simply nodded to them and went to his office.

His secretary was already on desk.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, Andy.”

“Sir, a call came for you from the Managing Director of Pharmex Limited earlier.”

“Alright. What about the board members?”

“They’re waiting for you at the board room.”

Tobi nodded and went to his door. Then he paused and looked back, suddenly disturbed. The secretary had gone back to typing on the computer. The other employees were minding their business. Everything appeared normal. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following him...
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