“What did you just say?”
Efe ignored him and walked out of the living-room to her bed-room and closed the door. She didn’t expect him to follow her there.
“Get out of my room!”
“No way. What did you just tell me back there?” He pointed out the door. “Efe, what do you mean you have another man?”
She folded her arms across her chest and frowned at him. “Why are you bothered about what I told you? For goodness sake, you don’t even care about me. Or are you concerned that another man finds me attractive and wants to give me the attention you have neglected to do for the last couple of months?!” She spat at him.
He looked heavenward and took a deep breath before looking at her once more and saying calmly, “Efe. You better explain what you meant. What do you mean there’s another man?”
She bit her lip and looked away from him. She had let the cat out of the bag only to give him a taste of his own medicine and to hurt him, but now she regretted it. She hadn’t thought it out. How was she to explain her relationship with Amanze and how far they had progressed? She was even supposed to meet his mum and grand-mother that very day! All of a sudden she felt light-headed and quickly sat on her bed.
She placed a hand on her forehead. Why is he yelling? “Please, lower your voice. You don’t have a right to come here and start placing demands on me. My head aches.”
Daniel seemed to sympathize with her at that moment and sat on her bed. His arms brushed her shoulder and she shifted away from him. She didn’t want to feel his touch. She didn’t want her body to betray her with the tingling emotions she felt whenever she was around him. She thought every feeling she had for him was long gone but she was wrong. He didn’t deserve it after what he had done to her.
“Are you okay?”
She dropped her hand from her head tiredly. “Yes, but I would be much better if you leave. You have dropped the divorce papers already so there’s nothing left to say. Let’s just go our separate ways.”
“There’s a lot for us to say. Efe, won’t you just listen to me? I know I was wrong. I’m sorry for hurting you. You asked me a question and I answered honestly. I’m not crazy about you but I want to be. My head has been in the clouds for years and filled with thoughts of only one woman. But that’s all over now. I’m moving forward and I want to get to know you. I want us to start afresh and build a relationship with each-other.
“I know we have come a long way with what happened between Adesewa and I and I know it was wrong of me to cheat on you. It was a dumb thing to do. I disrespected both God and you and I’m sorry. I promise you, God willing, that it would never happen again. I Know I don’t deserve it, but please give us a second chance.”
Efe chanced a look at him and saw him staring back at her. He looked as sincere as his words were. But could should believe him? How could she trust him? She had trusted him the day they exchanged their vows before God and family but he had disregarded all that and gone for what he wanted. He had hurt times without number even before their wedding. She couldn’t just get rid of the image of him and Adesewa together. It kept piercing deeper into the wound. How can I be with a man who has no regard for the things of God?
“Why the change all of a sudden?”
He sighed and looked away from her. “God has been on my case for a while now. My life hasn’t been going exactly the way I thought it would and He’s been teaching me a lot of things.”
That’s not fair! All of a sudden a heavy wave of betrayal swept over her. God was teaching him and He had left her and given her the silent treatment for a while now. Why was God treating her that way? What had she done wrong? She was the victim . . . She deserved to be comforted and spoken to. Efe pushed aside the thought. “Like what?”
“Like how to be a better man. How to be a better husband to you and father to our daughter. I realized I failed terribly and fallen short of what He expected of me so many times.” He shrugged. “Now I want to get my act straight.”
“Well, it’s too late for that.” She said stubbornly. She liked Amanze a lot and their future looked promising. She remembered how she had turned down one of her lecturers back at the university just so she could be with Daniel, and he had messed things up. Now another guy wanted her. Was she meant to give Amanze up just because Daniel suddenly realized his mistakes? What if he messed up again? What if he found another beautiful woman that interested him? What would happen to her?
“So you’re really serious about this guy you mentioned earlier on? Who is he? A colleague of yours? A fellow corper?”
She shook her head and got off her bed to seat on Pamela’s so she faced him. She couldn’t stand being so close to him. There was no use hiding since the truth was bound to come out sooner or later. “He’s none of the above. He’s a really nice guy and he cares about me a lot. He even -” She paused. “He even wants to marry me.” She said that to see his reaction.
His eyes widened and he laughed out-loud. Efe felt silly for having mentioned it to him. “Wow. Marriage? You know that can’t happen since you’re still married to me. How long have you known this guy sef? Is he a Christian?”
Efe raised a brow at him. “Are you really playing the whole Christian thing now? Just because you have become the prodigal son that returned home, you feel you’re better than everyone now? You and Adesewa are such hypocrites!” She shook her head in wonder. “You’re still so full of yourself and it’s disgusting. I really don’t know how I let myself fall in love with you. I must have been blind or something. And yes I know I can’t get married again without getting a divorce . . . That’s why I asked for one.”
“I don’t believe I’m perfect. You of all people know that. What does Adesewa have to do with this?”
She laughed and clapped her hands together. “I just mention her name once and your head is already spinning. She called me and told me to forget what happened between the both of you. That dwelling on the past wouldn’t get me anywhere. Who gave the both of you the right to give me advise?”
Daniel rose up and moved towards her but she held her hand high for him to stop.
“I never knew she called you. Like I said, we don’t talk any-more.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s hard for you to believe but it’s the truth.”
“Whatever. Just get out of my house.” She turned to walk out on him again, hoping to lead him out of her bed-room and out of the apartment but he held her by the arm and pulled her to him . . . Bumping into his chest. She struggled to set herself free from his firm grip. “Let me go jor!”
“I’m not letting go Effy. Not yet. I’m going to fight for this. I have made you feel like you aren’t wanted but you are. I would prove it to you.” He kissed her gently on the forehead and let her go. He walked out of the room and she heard the front door close. He had left. Leaving behind a fragrance of him. Efe walked to the living-room and picked up the file he left behind and opened it. She came to a shocking realization.
He hadn’t signed the divorce papers.
It had been a long and tiring day but she couldn’t complain. She marked the day down as an important one in her life. One she would never forget. It was true she had never taken God seriously but just lived her life the way she wanted. This times things were changing . . . For the better. Pamela flipped her hair backwards and looked at a distressed Efe. “I don’t think you should go. If your husband wants you back I think you should give him a second chance.”
Efe shook her head and threw a dress on her bed. “He doesn’t deserve a second chance. What if he does the same thing again? I shouldn’t spend my life with someone I don’t even trust. You encouraged my relationship with Amanze. You know he’s a really nice guy and I like him. Daniel and I are over.”
Pamela resisted the urge to sigh. “Come on Efe. He came all the way here to make things right. He didn’t even sign the divorce papers!”
Efe eyed her. “Whose side are you on anyway? Weren’t you the one telling me to live my life and stop waiting for someone who doesn’t even love me? That hasn’t changed. He still doesn’t love me.”
Pamela admitted she had said all that, but then she didn’t see any way forward at the time. The program she had attended earlier on in the day had mentioned something about reconciliation and restoration. That God was a God of redemption. He had redeemed her from her mistakes and welcomed her into His arms. That was how she felt when she finally surrendered her life to Him. There was a joy in her heart and a calmness despite all the burdens she had. Does Efe feel the same way? Or is it a different feeling for each person when they give their life to Christ? Pamela had no idea. She shrugged and sat on Efe’s bed. “I’m not taking his side. I don’t know. Maybe I was wrong. I don’t know, everything is just confusing. But you said God has given him a second chance and he looks sincere. So what else do you want?”
“I want to be happy. I can’t seem to forget all that Daniel did. I keep having images of him and his girlfriend torment me.”
“I understand. . . But your dream didn’t indicate much of a happy ending to me.” Pamela said.
“Oh, really? Is that how it is now? Remind me never to tell you anything again if you plan on using it to slap me on the face.” Efe picked up her towel and headed to the bathroom. Pamela got up and followed her.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was just reminding you of what you said. Efe, sincerely, that dream doesn’t look like a happy ending to me. Why are you being so stubborn? What if it’s God telling you not to continue with Amanze? I thought you were all spiritual.”
“Oh, and you are? Don’t insult me Pamela.”
Pamela frowned. “I may not be as ‘spiritual’ as you but I want to be a better person.” She smiled. “I went for a church program today and I gave my life to Christ.”
Efe’s eyes widened and she moved towards her. “What? I’m happy for you.” Efe pulled her into a brief hug and drew back. “How do you feel?”
“I feel great! It’s not like all my problems have miraculously disappeared but I feel a sense of peace and joy I can’t really explain.”
“I get what you mean.”
Pamela smiled again. Mrs. Ernest had spotted her out in the midst of the crowd and had been happy to see her. The older woman had hugged her and made sure she was comfortable throughout the program.
“I have to get ready for Amanze. He would be here in less than an hour and I don’t want to delay him.”
“I really think you shouldn’t go Efe. It’s not a good idea.”
Efe smiled. “I’ll take my chances.” With that she turned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“This babe is running late.” She checked the time on her watch. Her meeting had been slated for two in the afternoon but now it was thirty minutes over and she was still expecting her. She had sent a text-message ten minutes ago saying she would be a little late.
She dusted the crumbs of cake off her jeans trousers and picked up her phone to check on any updates while she waited for a client of hers and her fiancé. She had a couple of clients she had to meet with in the next couple of days. A fashion shoot for a designer friend of hers during the week and a traditional and church wedding over the weekend.
“Sorry, is this seat taken?”
She looked up to see a fair complexioned man staring down at her. A handsome one for that matter. She licked her lips to make sure no crumbs were there and shook her head. “No, you can sit down.”
“Thanks.” He took off his suit jacket to reveal a muscled body that could be seen even with the corporate blue shirt he had on. He took his seat and the cashier brought him his order. Zainab stared at his choice of food and raised her brow. Burger, fries, chicken and ice-cream? That’s a huge appetite. She shrugged. Then again he’s a guy.
She looked away and faced her phone once again. Adesewa had sent her some Christian songs she was yet to download and she set about doing so. She brought out her ear-piece and plugged her ears so she could listen to a few of them. Back at church, she had started a believer’s class where they taught on foundational biblical doctrines and part of what Zainab had been taught was to dispose of all the things in her life that didn’t glorify God, make restitution where necessary and the importance of forgiveness.
There were a ton of questions that came to mind after that lesson was taught and her father had advised her to write them all down. But she had asked questions on the necessity of doing such and the teacher had led her to various passages in the bible for her to read up. She had done so, but then Zainab found the struggle extremely hard. Was she to forgive her cousin after all the wrong she did? Was she to apologize to her half-sister for having a hand in her failed marriage? It seemed too much for her to do!
Zainab felt a tap on her hand and looked up to see the handsome guy. She took off her ear-piece.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. Are you leaving any-time soon?” She shook her head. “Okay, Can I leave my bag here? I quickly need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Zainab nodded and watched him walk briskly to the toilet. She wondered if he was having stomach issues. As she continued with a song she just downloaded, her phone rang. Finally! It was the lady she was waiting for. She answered the call and at the same time saw a slim, young lady with braids reaching her waist walk into the restaurant with her phone pressed against her ear. Zainab waved to her and the lady walked over to where she sat.
“Hi” She took her seat opposite Zainab. ”I’m so sorry I’m late. There were a ton of things I had to do and it ended up taking more time than I expected. I’m really sorry. It’s really unlike me to be late to an appointment.”
“It’s fine. At least you’re here now.”
She brought out her phone and dialled a number. “I was supposed to come with my fiancé but he had other things to do but my brother is supposed to meet me here.” She dropped the phone and shook her head. “I can’t seem to reach him. It’s ringing but it’s not going through.”
“I’m sure he would call back once he sees your call. Let’s just get down to business. So Fiyin why did you want us to meet here? We could have met at my studio for you to go through some of my work and let me make you up.”
“I know but I don’t really need you to do that. My friend’s picture is enough proof for me to know you know what you’re doing. I just wanted us to meet to get to know each-other before the D-day and probably discuss monetary terms. Your place is actually a little too far for me to get to.”
“Oh . . . Okay.”
The handsome man returned and Fiyin exclaimed. “Jacob! I’ve been trying to reach you nau. Where did you drop your phone?” He took out his phone from his laptop bag and apologized. He thanked Zainab.
“This is my elder brother Jacob. Jacob this is the woman I’m here to meet. The Make-up artist.”
“Oh really. Small world. We happened to be sitting at the same table.”
Zainab smiled. She looked at his hand then and noticed the wedding-band on his finger. Her smile faded instantly. “Small world indeed.”
Was it some sort of warning for her not to continue her relationship with him? Was this God’s answer to all her prayers of whether or not she and Korede were meant to be together?
She was just so confused!
The answers he gave the other day plagued her mind. As answer to his question, she told him she wasn’t leaving him but she needed some time to pray and think. But she hadn’t prayed much. It was mostly worrisome thoughts that accosted her and made her scared of their relationship.
Why does it have to be a few days to Christmas this is happening? They had made plans to finally introduce each-other to their parents and get ready for their looks of surprises and bunch of questions on how long they were dating and when they planned on settling down. She was sure her mother would love to find that out so she could start making necessary arrangements in her head and pestering her on when he would formally pop the question.
Adesewa turned to lay on her back on her back and stared at the ceiling. The room was cool . . . Too cold for her. She jumped out of bed and walked on the cold tiles to turn off the air-conditioner and went back to bed. Ever since she had left the company she had lazy days like this. She would spend hours in bed then get up eventually to make her breakfast and watch some TV. Then spend some hours reading her bible before taking care of other things. One thing she didn’t miss for sure was the traffic to work she sometimes encountered and returning late from work to prepare her dinner, or skipping it altogether ‘cause she was too tired.
She brushed aside her thoughts and picked up her bible. It was a study bible she had purchased a few weeks back that had proved to be very useful in her study. She flipped it open to the book of First Corinthians and continued with the twelveth chapter. But after reading just three verses for the last ten minutes she knew she wasn’t really concentrating.
She shifted her bible to the side and laid on her back and closed her eyes. Suddenly, the thought of her telling Korede all about her relationship with Daniel and all that happened came to her mind. Korede didn’t turn his back on her or look down on her when she laid her heart to him. Instead, he had held her back from leaving and told her the past was the past and he wouldn’t judge her because of it. Guilt pricked her heart. So why was she doing the opposite with him?
Adesewa felt like it was God reminding her of that scene. “God I’m just scared. What if he is still afraid to commit? What if he absconds if we eventually plan to get married?”
Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
It then occurred to her that she never asked him how he felt now. She was just too afraid of what he might say and she was letting the fear of the unknown plague her.
“Father, please just clear my doubts.”
I am not the author of confusion, but of peace.
Adesewa let the thought sink in as she drifted off to sleep. Within minutes her phone woke her up. “Hey Audrey. What’s up?” It had been a while they spoke since Audrey had travelled to Dubai to see to some business opportunities after what happened with Zainab’s wedding.
“Nothing really jere. Just so tired. I’ve missed you sha. I was thinking we could hang out when I get back next tomorrow. We can have our girls hang-out. What do you think?”
Adesewa yawned. “It’s a good idea. Oh yeah, I’m not working again. I sold my company.”
“What?!” Her friend screamed over the phone. “Why? What happened?”
Adesewa narrated the story to her, leaving out the part that God had instructed her to do so. She knew Audrey wouldn’t really understand why she did what she did. “Nothing. I just feel it’s time for a change. Don’t know what it is yet.”
“Wow. That’s really bold of you o. And your mum didn’t freak out about it?”
“She did but I managed to calm her down.”
“Oh well. Maybe you would finally go into cooking full-time.” Audrey joked, but to Adesewa it was as if a light-bulb just went up on her head.
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