ESCAPADES - Episode 2

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I really agonized over his demand. You can’t make a deal with the devil…he will always come back. Tari had a very good job that paid him very well, so there was no need for him to be asking for more money from me. For once in a long time, I prayed…very hard too. I had to make the toughest decision of my life. First, I decided to come clean with my husband. He was watching TV in the living room in one of our houses in Lagos when I walked in. My heart was pounding relentlessly and my lips could hardly open. I had never been that fear-ridden. “Honey,” I called to him as I slotted into the couch beside him, placing my shaky hand on his shoulder. “Yes,” he said with his eyes still glued to the TV. “Could you turn off the TV, please? I have something really important to tell you.” My husband is a real gentleman. He turned off the TV and turned towards me. “What is it darling?” “I…I…I…” I stammered. “Are you sick?” He asked. He had noticed that my lips were shaking violently and my hands were nothing short of a growling mini-earthquake.

“I am okay…well, I am not.” “So, what is it?” “I have been cheating on you with a younger man,” I blurted out. My shaking got even worse as I stared intently at him wondering how he was going to react. I nearly died of heart attack as I waited for his reply. He stared back at me, calmly. “Who is it?” He asked. His name is Tari. He is the son of Mrs. Stephanie Olague’s English tutor – a lecturer at University of Abuja.” “This is a slight on me, you know that right?” “Yes I do,” I replied still shaking. “Why are you telling me now?” “I wanted to come clean. I wanted to stop leading a double life. I am sorry…deeply sorry. I am done with that now. I want to be a loving wife to you from now on.” “Is there any chance that any of the children you had is not mine?” “No…you can run a DNA test, honey.” “I need some time to think about this,” he said.

Waiting, that is one of the things I am not good at. He traveled to the USA the next day and he did not return for over three weeks. I was crushed. Tari kept threatening me while I waited painfully to hear from my husband. When he returned, I had packed my bags ready to be thrown out of the house. He did not eat the dinner that I served him. Instead, he wanted to talk. “I wanted to hear all about it,” he said. Patiently and honestly, I narrated my entire sexual escapades to him. Calmly, he said, “If it happens again, I am through with you and I will make sure you get nothing from me. You no longer have to work or run any business from now on. I need you to be my wife and the mother of my children for now.” “I will honey,” I exclaimed. I could not believe he had forgiven me.

I was in church the next Sunday, completely immersed in the service. It seemed God had told the pastor what to speak about. His sermon was directed completely at me, leaving me in tears. When we got home, I rang up Stephanie and her husband and told them what I had been doing. I apologized to them. Well, they were not as forgiving at first, but eventually, they came around to it. I even went as far as calling Tari’s parents to apologize. The most difficult was my oldest daughter, Celine. I could see anger in her eyes while I narrated my story to her. “I saw you…I saw you in Lisbon Celine and from that moment on, I felt ashamed of what I had been doing,” I concluded. “I knew all along,” she said to me. I had chills down to my bones. “You did?” “Yes.” “How?” “You brought that stupid guy home one-day mom. You said he was helping you with a proposal at the office. While you were in the shower, he was in the living room. He had the audacity to ask me for my phone number. When I said no, he asked me why I was playing hard to get. I do it with your mother anyway, so you should be throwing yourself at me.”

“He said that to you?” “Yes.” I was mortified. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t know how. I went to check your email. I had created your email account for you, so I quickly went in – you did not change your password. You never expected me to remember it or to access your email. I saw the pictures you had been exchanging with him. They were despicable.” Celine had tears in her eyes and rage written all over her face. “You saw those naked pictures?” I asked. She nodded. I could not look her in the eye. “How could you do that?” She yelled at me. “I wanted to love and respect you as my mother but I could not. I hated you…I was ashamed to call you my mother. When Chief Rufus asked me out, I was happy to do anything with him. I thought I was hurting you…humiliating you, but I was humiliating my loving and kind father too. I had seen your plans to fly to Lisbon with Tari in your email, so I quickly convinced Chief to fly take me to Lisbon too. I made sure we were staying in a hotel across the street from you and Tari. I hoped you’d see us.”

Celine’s revelations made me even more ashamed of myself. It took me months to patch things up with her. We are still working on a number of things together, but overall, we are closer to each other now, and she has broken up with Chief Rufus. Just recently, Tari called making his usual threats. He had dropped his asking price to ten million. “Why did you tell my parents about us?” He yelled. “I wanted to come fully clean with everyone my dear,” I answered. “You need to pay me off,” he said as if I owed him. “Tari, I think you should carry on with your life. You should be grateful for where you are today despite your lack of education. I want to mend my ways. Walk away from me. If you bother to threaten me again, I will come down heavily on you. By the way, my whole family knows about us now, so you can talk to them if you wish,” I advised him. “Then I will publish your nude pictures on the internet,” he threatened. “That would hurt, but I am not willing to pay you a dime. I leave it all in God’s hands. If you feel that I hurt you or used you, please forgive me,” I begged.

“Don’t talk to me about God and forgiveness. Just pay the money,” he hollered over the phone. “I will call you tomorrow,” I promised. “Be sure to have the money when you call,” he ordered. “I made a few calls and by the next morning, Tari lost his job. When I called him in the evening, he was shattered. “I lost my job,” he said in tears. “I know,” I replied. “How do you know?” “Because, I got the job for you; I have taken it from you as well.” He was quiet for a moment. “You mean, you were behind my being fired?” “Yes Tari.” “And you still talk to me about God?” “Yes. It is part of my attempt to clean up my old ways. You dog, you had the effrontery to go after my daughter and now you want me to pay you? I may have found God’s peace but I still have a lot of fight in me. If you venture to publish any of my pictures, I will send you to your grave early,” I threatened. I had no such intention; however, what I had was the absolute determination to stop this young man. He did not say anything for a while. Suddenly, it dawned on him that the old me might be lurking inside, waiting to pounce on him.

“Can I have my job back? Please!” He pleaded. “If you behave yourself, maybe I will think about it.” “What do you want?” “Send me all those pictures. If you leave anything out, I will come after you anyway and whenever I want, I can still have you fired. Send them all to me tonight!” I ordered. Tari emailed everything to me that night. I had them all deleted forever – irretrievably. About two weeks later, I made sure he got his job back. We have no spoken since then. Slowly, I am adapting to my new role…the one I should have been playing all long – mother, wife, lover, helper, and supporter. I still battle my demons. I have the terrible urge to run back to my old ways and call Tari or another young man, but God has been faithful. I have not done that so far and the longer I stay off that track, the weaker the urge. I got a second chance and I have every intention to make the most of it.


The above story was written by Efe Ochuko (actual name withheld), from her base and was edited by moofyme.com editorial team. She is one fan who gives us a lot of support and reads everything we publish. We are very glad to share her staggering true life story with you. She is a changed person now.
 


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