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She tasted the food and chewed on it slowly. She took another bite and savoured the different flavours. It could definitely work. She wrote down the recipe in her book and the appropriate time needed to cook. Adesewa looked up at the time on her wall clock. It was only an hour left before her date with Korede. Her heart literally did a flip-flop in her chest at the mere thought of seeing him.
He had given her the space she needed to think and she appreciated it. But she missed him. She missed his jokes, their conversations and just being around him made her happy. She knew she probably hurt him with her distance but she would make it up to him. She had called yesterday to set up a date with him and this time she was the one taking them out.
She was excited! She had picked out what she would wear; an African print pencil skirt and a white blouse with black strapless heels.
Adesewa wiped her hands clean with a napkin and closed her food-journal. She felt like she finally understood what God wanted her to do with her life. She had always thought cooking to be a hobby, but it was more than that. It was a ministry. Even though she was yet to get the full details on it and how everything would work out; she trusted God. He had never let her down, and if this was the path He wanted for her then she would take it. And as if it was a confirmation, just that morning she woke up with a desert idea that had never crossed her mind, had rushed to the market to get the ingredients and worked on it.
It was sheer perfection!
If she was going to wake-up to new recipes at the top of her head she couldn’t wait to get started. She could barely contain her excitement about what God had in store for her but she was going to wait for Him to lead her on the next step. Adesewa packed away two of the desserts into a plastic container so Korede could have a taste of it as well.
Later in the day, they sat opposite each-other at a quiet restaurant in Lagos over a delicious meal and two glasses of cold Chapman. She thanked the waiter as they were served and looked at Korede once they were alone. He looked gorgeous in his jeans, a blue Oxford shirt and black sweater. He had shaved a little but his side-burns left untouched. I would like to shave for him someday. . .
Korede frowned. “Sorry for what?”
“Sorry for responding the way I did the other day. I was just shocked at what you said. I – I was afraid you were still afraid of commitments.”
“Yet, you didn’t ask.”
She bit her lip. “Which was wrong of me. Korede, I just got scared. I thought down the line you would say you weren’t interested any-more. Or if Fumnanya just happened to show up and wants you back in her life you would leave me just like that.” She said with a snap of her fingers. “It made me wonder if you’re still in love with her.” Adesewa didn’t like how insecure she sounded.
He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. She wrapped a hand at the back of her neck and looked away from him. “You sound insecure about our relationship. Are you? You think I’m just here for the fun of it and I would just decide I’m done and leave? Haba ‘Sewa. Fumnanya is my past and there is no going back. I don’t love her in that sense any-more.” He reached out for her other hand across the table and held it. “Look at me Adesewa.” She did. “I’m serious about us. Yes. In my past I was stupid and ruined my then relationship but I’m not going to make the same mistake twice. I love you. I’m here to stay and the only way you would get rid of me is if you decide you’re not interested any-more . . . With very solid reasons.”
She chuckled and dropped her hand from her neck. “Alright then. I love you too.”
He smiled broadly, released her hand and took his fork to resume his food. “So when you called you mentioned you had something other than us to discuss. What is it?”
Adesewa felt the excitement bubble-up within her once again. “I know what God wants me to. Well, I think I do. Sugar and Spice. Those words have been ringing in my head for a while now and I couldn’t understand why. But now I do. He wants me to get involved in catering and probably open a restaurant.”
Korede’s eyes widened. “That’s huge. Lagos big-girl Adesewa Shonibare changes from Accountancy to Catering. I didn’t see that coming.”
“I didn’t too. People have told me on several occasions that I cook well but I didn’t take it as serious as to make it a business.”
“God works in mysterious ways.”
“Indeed He does.”
They finished with their dinner and discussed on the business amongst other things until they finally called it a day. Korede took her back home and she asked if he could come in to get the dessert she had made earlier in the day. She watched in anticipation as he took a bite of the first piece and closed his eyes. She bit her lip. He groaned and opened his eyes. “One word. Delicious.”
“Really?” She sounded like a little girl.
She moved closer to him. “Honestly, I couldn’t have come up with the whole idea. God is just too good to me.”
“He’s good to all His own.” His eyes moved to her lips and he back at her face. Adesewa felt her heat beat rapidly ‘cause suddenly the air around them changed. She felt goosebumps all over her as she looked up into his eyes.
Her hands suddenly felt sweaty.
He moved closer to her and pulled her gently into his arms. Her hands agaisnt his chest. He bent low and his lips brushed hers gently. She could taste the almond on his lips from the dessert she had given him.
“I’m crazy about you, Adesewa.” He whispered against her mouth and wrapped his hands around her waist. She felt herself melting in his arms knowing what was coming next. If she allowed the kiss to happen she wasn’t sure she had the resolve to hold him back . . . Neither did she think he would have the strength to.
“If we do this we would just want more Korede.” She took a deep breath and stepped back from him. His eyes revealed how much he wanted her to remain in his arms.
“Me letting go of your hand back at the restaurant was restraining myself. But you’re right.” He chucked his hands into his trouser pockets. “So, is this how it’s going to be? No physical contact whatsoever?”
Adesewa wrapped her hands around her. She nodded. “It’s hard for me to say it, but I think it’s for the best. I don’t want us going beyond a kiss -”
“But we’re both adults. We should be able to handle a single kiss.”
“I know. But I don’t trust myself and I won’t depend on you to stop us when things might be going out of hand. I’ve learnt from my past.”
He scratched the back of his head and nodded. “Alright. So help us God.”
She smiled. “So help us God.”
Korede picked up the container and took his leave. Once she heard his car drive off Adesewa leaned against the kitchen cabinet and exhaled. If they were really going to be serious about their relationship then she would need God’s help greatly with the physical aspect of their relationship. Or rather, the lack of it.
“I’m so glad you could make it to the program.” Mrs. Ernest said to her that Monday afternoon during their lunch-break. The older woman had purposely sought her out to thank her again for attending, but Pamela felt she should be the one thanking her for bringing the change she so desperately needed in her life.
“I should be the one thanking you ma.”
She waved it off. “Nonsense! I’m just a little vessel used by God. He’s the One that called you to Himself. I have nothing to do with it.” They ordered their plates of Jollof-rice and chicken with plantain, all on the older woman’s bill and sat at a table where they could talk freely without distractions.
Pamela wondered if she wouldn’t have made the same mistake if she had gotten to know Christ earlier. Probably if Efe had spoken to her . . . But then Efe had her own problems. She still did.
“I was going through so many different things.” Pamela wondered if she could tell the woman she was pregnant and if she would look down on her. She had heard of people who claimed to be Christians but didn’t exactly act like one. She was afraid to say Efe fitted into that category in little ways. “My parents are having issues in their marriage and would likely get a divorce. But things sort of got worse when my father realized I was – I mean, I’m pregnant.”
The older woman blinked. “You’re pregnant?”
Pamela looked down at her food and nodded slowly. “He wanted me to get rid of the baby but I refused at first.” Was she going to look at her badly?
“My dear pregnancy is a thing of joy not of sadness . . . Irrespective of the time it comes. Wanted or unwanted. Is the father being supportive?”
“No. He wants nothing to do with the baby.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I was about to have an abortion some days ago, but I just couldn’t go through with it.” Pamela smiled. “It’s like God was looking out for me since then.” It was still surreal to her.
“Then we can say confidently that God is never too late to show up. I’m not God but I’m sure that baby you’re carrying is very special. Two times now God has stopped you from getting rid of him.”
Pamela looked at her. “Him?”
“Or her.” Mrs.Ernest added. “Have you started your antenatal yet?”
“I’m starting this week.”
Pamela told her and she nodded. “If there’s anything you need or you just want to talk, just let me know.”
“Thank you ma.”
“Oya, eat your food before it gets cold.”
A good cook.
A good mother.
Caring and loving.
Scratches her head when nervous (cute).
Loves God and is God-fearing. (don’t know about now though)
Forgiving. Not so sure right now
Not too confident.
. . .
Daniel stared at the list again. He was embarrassed that there were some things he was yet to know about his wife. He didn’t know her well enough to know anything he disliked about her. He was making it a point of duty to make amends. He didn’t know her favourite food. Her best dessert. What she liked to do for fun. He knew she liked listening to gospel music but he didn’t know which artistes she liked the most. Truth was he had never had that much interest in getting to know her. After-all, he had seen her only as his little sister.
He remembered Mitchell. He missed her. Her face popped up in his mind and he remembered the times they shared ice-cream and her eating doughnuts in his car and laughing at him.
“There are times I just don’t feel like reading my bible or praying or worshipping, and there are other times when I’m high and crazy on God. When the former happens I make it intentional to seek Him. I try my best and work hard at it. So also love . . . You don’t ‘feel’ love for that person on some days but you do what you have to do ‘cause it’s a commitment. God loves us unconditionally regardless of our failures or faults or past or present behaviour. He’s committed to us.”
He had not been committed.
“Ephesians 3 talks about how Jesus loves the church, His bride – to wash her clean and make her presentable on the last day. That’s what Jesus is doing for us . . . That’s what a husband should do for his wife.”
He couldn’t seem to shake the guilt that he had failed Efe. “Father, what do I do? How do I make amends?” He was ready to do whatever he took to work on his marriage. He wouldn’t lie that it hurt that she wasn’t even in love with him any-more. It was fine. He was going to get her to love him again.
Daniel prayed for her. He would keep doing so, but then he had to do more. A thought suddenly crossed his mind. He picked up his phone and called his mother. It took him quite some time to get all the things ‘cause he had to make a few stops along the way. He asked where her office was and did all he had to do. It took thirty minutes to confirm his package was delivered.
“What’s the meaning of this Daniel?” She asked hotly.
“I just thought to surprise you.”
“Why? It’s not my birthday. You missed that already.” Daniel grimaced.
“I’m sorry about that. I know it’s not your birthday. Just consider it a husband’s gift to his wife for being a fool to have neglected her for so long.”
She hissed. “So you think chocolates, roses, a teddy bear and a basket of toiletries would wipe away your adultery?”
He shook off the jibe. He knew she was hurt and most likely wanted to hurt him back with her words. “They didn’t come cheap.” The roses were real and the Victoria secret perfume and body lotion he bought for her were expensive.
“Please don’t send me any gifts. Sign the divorce papers and leave me alone.” The phone went deaf in his ears. It was day one of hash-tag, get Efe back. He would try again.
TO BE CONTINUED
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