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As I follow this whole Pretty Mike saga about dragging girls around on a leash and then getting arrested, I can’t help but think about how long I placed myself on leash, dragging myself in the wrong direction. Those girls allowed him to do that to them, of course, for money, but in my case, I had it all…everything I wanted, yet I was not satisfied. Neither Pretty Mike nor my husband or anyone else got me on a tight leash and pulled me around. I have myself to blame.

“I am so happy for you two,” I said. “Yinka, I don’t want to ruin your time with your girlfriend. She is my niece, so treat her right, okay?” I said with tears still gushing down my face. “I will,” he said calmly…fearfully. “And you Biola, take care of yourself okay. As much as you love him, be sure to finish your education. No go carry bele, okay? (Don’t get pregnant, okay)” “Aunty, I feel like I should tell you this, actually. I…I am…I am pregnant with Yinka’s child! I came to share that with him after his trip.”

Talk about double jeopardy! The story went from bad to worse. Pretty Mike got himself arrested – whisked away for his degrading act, but in my case, I was facing the wrath of God and there was no one to whisk me away like Pretty Mike. I could hear my poor heart crashing violently against my rib cage. “Wow!!” I managed to say as more tears crashed down my face. “Please don’t tell my parents yet, aunty,” Biola pleaded. “It is not going to be easy, my little niece, but I am sure you two will get through this,” I said, looking for a way out of there. I wanted to jump into my car and drive away from University of Lagos as much as possible.

I felt like Efuru in Flora Nwapa’s classic novel also titled Efuru. Efuru is abandoned twice by the men she married at different times in Flora Nwapa’s novel, but in my case, I had brought abandonment upon myself. What was I doing falling in love with a twenty two year old? I thought. In Flora Nwapa’s book, Efuru is a strong and bold woman, but in my case, I am nothing but a savage slut, who shelved my dignity for sexual pleasures. God must be after me, I thought.

“You have to tell your parents, okay? The sooner you tell them the better for you, Biola. And you, you have to grow up quick. To provide for her and the child, you need to become a man real quick. I will be in touch to find out how things are going with you two. Biola, please get in touch with me as soon as you break the news to your parents. I don’t want to be the one to tell them myself, okay?” “Yes aunty.” “I have to leave now. Yinka, I will call at your parents later.” “Okay, thanks!”  I got in the car, revved up the engine, marched violently on the accelerator and sped off. The massive engine of the Toyota Rav4 thrusted into life and I zoomed out of university of Lagos.

I am sorry, Funmi. Please let me explain myself. I need to see you please!!!

That was one of many text messages I received from Yinka. I drove to Bar Beach Lagos and sat on sand dunes as I watched ships come into view, dangling gently on the Atlantic waters. I wished I had Efuru’s strength. I wanted to, I wanted to put my troubles with Yinka behind me, patch up my relationship with my husband who had done no wrong whatsoever to me and carry on with my life. Honestly…and inexplicably, a part of me wanted him so badly. Simultaneously, a part of me was mad almost to the point of trying to kill him. My view was masked momentary by a dense layer of tears that streamed down my face relentlessly.

After about two hours, I pulled myself together, went to my car, took out the snacks from Mr. Bigg’s and offered them to one of the numerous beggars on Bar Beach. I returned to my car and drove off. When I reached home, Yinka had sent me fifty text messages. I went to the kitchen and made a meal for my husband for the first time in months. The house help had been filling that role for me. Aremu ate delightfully. For the first time, I sat down with him and watched a Nollywood movie – we actually talked and laughed. I began to ruminate over his kind gentleness; his loving and caring nature, his willingness to give. I had taken all those for granted for years, especially of late, throwing myself at a young man for sexual pleasures. I resolved to make amends. I decided to put my lust to death and be lovingly loyal to my husband.

Two days later, I heard from my sister, Foluke; Biola’s mother called me. “What I feared the most has come upon me,” she said. “Biola is pregnant, Funmi! Biola is pregnant. How is she going to survive this world…this country without an education?” She was hysterical. “Maybe, MMM Nigeria will be relaunched and she will be one of the beneficiaries, tacking up ten million naira,” I teased in an effort to deflate her tension. “This is not time to joke, Funmi! My girl is pregnant. What am I going to do? I hear she met the young man in question through you! Why did you introduce my daughter to this good for nothing boy?”

“I did not introduce them, Foluke. They met at Funmi’s birthday.” “But she is your friend’s son. He has refused to see me and my husband. Please how do we meet his parents? We need to let them know what their son has done.” I had no idea where Yinka’s parents were. He had told me that they lived in Ibadan. I had never met them. Gosh!!! I am not escaping this trouble any time soon, or am I? I thought. “I will try to reach his parents and get back to you, Foluke,” I said with no idea how I was going to do that. “Please do that fast! He has to at least, admit that the pregnancy is his.”

I rang Yinka up. “I hear you are refusing to talk to my sister, whose daughter you got pregnant,” I said before he finished saying hello. “I need to see you, Funmi. It was a mistake…in fact, I am not sure the child is mine. I slept with her a few times, and before I knew it, she comes back to me claiming that she is pregnant for me.” “One is enough to get a girl pregnant, Yinka.” “But it is you I want. I love you, Funmi.” “You fooled me once, Yinka. That is not going to happen again. I need you to go and see my sister and her husband. The family is on my neck for introducing you to Biola. I can’t believe that despite what you and I shared…despite what I did for you, you’d be sleep with my niece behind my back!”

My voice was raised slightly. The emotions came flooding back. “How dare you tell me it is me you want while you were cheating on me?” I was yelling by now, sitting in the quiet of my car. “But you won’t leave your husband for me, so I…I had to…” He paused. “You had to cheat on me right? When you met me you knew I was married. All of a sudden, you had to sleep with my niece to get at me for not leaving my husband for you overnight? Have you any idea how many years we have been married? You are just a student. Why would I jump to such decision without thinking it through?” “But you enjoyed sex with me, right? After all my sex has not graduated from university, yet you enjoyed it. You should have waited for me to graduate before sleeping with me…and then you’d go back and sleep with that old, ugly man.!” “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Yinka!”

My efforts to get Yinka to take responsibility for Biola’s pregnancy proved fruitless. I sent the police after him, but he disappeared. His phone went out of service and he vanished from University of Lagos. I paid the police to keep searching for him, in the hope that he’d come back at some point to try to graduate and get his degree. I lied to my sister that Yinka’s parents had moved abroad and I had lost contact with them. Biola’s tommy was growing big by the day. Just when I thought that things could not get worse, they did!!!



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Victor Chinoo

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