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Back at the hotel, I did not even want to go anywhere. The thought of returning to my husband by Tuesday after the weekend zapped me of energy. I wanted to be in Yinka’s arms forever. We made love over and over again. He wanted to head out to Wakkis restaurant, but I just wanted to stay back in bed, wrapped up in his firm arms. Eventually, we left for Wakkis restaurant where we had a sumptuous meal. “I wish we had a Wakkis restaurant at University of Lagos,” Yinka remarked. “Not just in University of Lagos, Yinka, but all over Lagos. By midnight, we alighted from the rented Toyota Rav4 and walked into Play Lounge night club. Aremu texted, but I did not answer his text. I did not want to give him the impression that I was still awake. Inside Play Lounge night club, WizKid’s Final (Baba Nla) was blasting in the air with raucous energy.

But my gbedu is final, wizzy baby baba nla won My girl wear designer, everyting wey I give am final eh e eh I no like wahala, oh wizzy baby baba nla won Say my gbedu is final, wen me drop everybody no dey tire eh e eh!

I was singing and gyrating ebulliently to WizKid’s hit song. Yinka was not left out either. We danced ourselves silly on the floor like most other revelers. Towards the end of the night, Yinka took me in his arms and we began to kiss. Before, I’d ask him to stop…when we were in public. Not this time. I melted into his arms. Each passing day, I loved him even more. I had managed to think about the future with him. I lived strictly in the present, having fun with Yinka as much as possible. I held him firmly as his lips waded through my mouth and mine through his.

Then, I pulled slightly away. “I love you Yinka,” I said emphatically. “And I love you too, Funmi.” “Are you sure of what you said earlier? About us getting married?” “Yes,” he replied without thinking about it. “It is not going to be easy, Yinka! I am forty two. What would happen in ten years’ time when I will turn fifty two? Would you still love me and my shrunken body? You’d only be thirty two my love.” “Yes, when you love someone, you simply love them.” I admired his courage or what seemed like courage, but I was not sure that leaving the comfort of my current marriage was the right thing.

I continued to think of it for the rest of the weekend we spent in Abuja, except when we made love. In those moments, I was in absolute bliss; lost in sheer joy and pleasure. By Tuesday, we were back in Lagos. The next morning, I went to check my boutique to make sure that my staff had been doing their bit. Everything seemed fine. I wanted to stay in the office and sift through the books, but the thought of making love with Yinka plagued my mind non-stop.

Without telling Yinka, I got in my vehicle, also a Toyota Rav4 and drove towards Akoka – University of Lagos. I stopped at Mr. Bigg’s and picked up some snacks for Yinka. I was eager to surprise him. He was an avid lover of Mr. Bigg’s so I made sure to pick up his best snacks. I weaved furiously through traffic, eager to get my hands on Yinka. I nearly knocked some guy down as I drove frenetically towards University of Lagos. The aroma from the Mr. Bigg’s snacks on the passenger’s seat of my Toyota Rav4 filled the air. Soon, I was on the premises of University of Lagos. I parked, grabbed the snacks and headed across the street. Normally, I’d visit Yinka at night, but each passing day, I fell deeper in love with him that I had begun to take more risks in my affair with him.

I knocked gently on the door and waited. There was no answer. I thought of calling him, but that would ruin the surprise. Perhaps he has gone to see one of our classmates, I thought to myself. I walked back downstairs, sat in my vehicle and waited. I was on the edge. I wanted to see him the next second. Then, the door to his room opened. Yinka walked out first and right behind him was a girl – not just any girl, but Biola. I guess, they are just friends, I thought, wanting not to believe my eyes. I recalled introducing them the only time that I had Yinka over at our house.

It was the birthday ceremony of my youngest daughter, Funmi, named after me. I had Yinka come over. I lied that he was the son of a close friend who could not make it to the birthday ceremony. We had talked about it ahead of time, so Yinka knew what to say. He acted his role like a Nollywood actor. Biola, who was my immediate older sister’s daughter – my niece – was at that party. I remembered introducing them. Have they been talking to each other since then? I could not help fearing the worst.

No, Yinka loves me with all his heart. They are just friends, I concluded, but that did not take care of the elephant in the room; why did Yinka refuse to open the door when I knocked? Why was the door locked in the first place? Are they seeing each other? I could not take the mental torture that was racing through me. I yanked the door of the Toyota Rav4 open and sped towards them. “Aunty Funmi!” Biola said smiling. “Hi, aunty Funmi,” said Yinka. Why is he too calling me aunty Funmi? I thought. Oh! He is still going by the story that he was one of my best friend’s son.

I was too enraged to keep quiet. I wanted to shoot them both and then ask questions later. “What are you doing at school today, aunty? It is a public holiday.” Biola asked. “Biola I think you should be home today helping your mom with chores.” “Aunty we have maids for that,” Biola answered. I was still boiling, staring ferociously at Yinka. “I wanted to get some information passed to your parents, Yinka. So are you two seeing each other?” I asked, managing to mask my rage. “Yes aunty, Yinka is such a wonderful guy. I really love him. I have been trying to invite him home to introduce him to my parents, but he has been putting it off. We really love each other. Don’t we, Yinka?” “Y-e-s…Y-e-s we…we…do,” Yinka stammered.

I wanted to drop to my knees and cry. I wanted to shoot Yinka and then gorge out his eyes and feed them to Biola. I was sick to my stomach. My knees creaked under the weight of my body. I was fighting back tears, but there was only how much I could handle. A barrage of tears crashed through the barriers of my tear bladder and rained down my face with the force of a raging storm. “Awww!!! I am so happy for you two. Love is such a wonderful thing, you know,” I said, unable to vent my rage for fear of Biola finding out that I was having an affair with Yinka. “Yes it is, aunty. I am so glad you understand. Sometimes, I struggle to eat, breath or sleep without Yinka. Last week he was in Kaduna for a conference, I barely ate anything, dying to see him again,” Biola was rambling away. I hardly heard what she was saying. My world was crashing down right before my very eyes and there was nothing I could do about it…at that very moment!


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