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I stared keenly at the test strip. No… this can’t be true, I thought restively. All day I thought about that positive pregnancy test. Could I be pregnant? I waited two more days and then went to the hospital for a proper test. “Congratulations, you are pregnant!” The nurse announced with excitement. I chuckled as disappointment stabbed mercilessly at me, deep within. At forty two, that was the last thing I wanted, not to talk of the fact that Yinka could be responsible. Given how much I made love with him relative to the sparing sexual activity between my husband and I, there was a high chance that he was the father, but I hung onto hope that it had to be my husband.

There was no sign of Yinka with each passing day and I was too afraid to tell my husband. I had no feeling that he’d suspect I was sleeping with someone behind him, but given the number of times he asked for sex and I turned him down, I was far too guilty to announce to him that I had conceived a child. It tried to be the good wife, cooking, cleaning and spending time with my husband to be in his good book…you know, preparing the soil to sow the seeds. I wanted to make up for my escapades and negligence of him before breaking the news. Then, just recently, I received a shocker.

I woke up lethargic that morning. The pregnancy was making me very tired and sick. I dragged myself to the bathroom and then to the living room on a Saturday morning. I was shocked to find out that the big house was buzzing with activity. “What is everyone doing here?” I asked. My sister, Foluke and her daughter, Biola were there. Also, her husband, Jide, my other sister, Tomiwa, and my younger brother Tosin were present. My husband’s siblings, cousins and numerous other relatives were also present. The house was teeming with relatives.

Biola’s tommy was beginning to show. She sat in the corner swiping her phone with undivided attention, following celebrity gossip on Linda Ikeji’s blog. I tucked into an empty spot on the couch near her. “Is someone going to tell me what is going on here?” I asked as I sunk into the couch. My eyes caught Biola’s phone screen. As usual, she was looking up what was new with Mercy Johnson and Tonto Dikeh, browsing from Linda Ikeji’s blog to, from Bellanaija to, all the celebrity gossip blogs you can mention. “You look good, Biola,” I said. “Thanks aunty,” she replied casually, without looking up at me. She was staring keenly at Mercy Johnson’s picture on her screen.

Casually, she swiped the screen, glared at Tonto Dikeh’s picture for a while, and then read the short piece below it; the usual gossip on Linda Ikeji’s blog. Then, she scanned through the site and other sites, glancing at Mercy Johnson’s picture with rapt attention. I guess she was wondering if she’d ever look like Mercy or Johnson or Tonto Dikeh after her pregnancy. I could see her feeling her abdomen and then her sides, checking out the fat that was building up on either side of her waist.

“Funmi, we have gathered here because your husband invited us over,” my brother’s oldest brother, Bamidele said. “Honey, you invited everyone over? Is everything okay?” I was wondering if my husband was dying. Perhaps he wanted to share his assets. Could it be that he took ill with a terminal condition while I was busy sleeping around with Yinka. “I wish I could say everything was okay,” he began, speaking slowly. “What is the problem, sweetheart?” “I invited you all over to inform you that I have decided to divorce my wife,” he said.

“What?” That was all I could say. I sprang to my feet, staring Aremu dead in the eyes. “Please tell me, what is going on here?” I inquired. “I am expecting our son, Lanre and our daughters, Mojisola and Funmi to arrive from University of Ife, University of Ibadan and University of Nigeria, Nsukka before I disclose the full gist to everyone. They were supposed to be here yesterday, but Lanre stopped in Ife to pick up Mojisola. They should be here anytime. The driver has gone to pick up Funmi from the airport.” “Please talk to me, honey. What have I done? Let’s go inside and talk for a minute,” I pleaded. Aremu would not budge. My heart was pounding like an old steam engine.

Soon, our children arrived. Everyone took their seats. Biola continued to browse from one Mercy Johnson picture to another and then to the next Tonto Dikeh gossip. “Like I said earlier, I have decided to divorce my wife after twenty four years of marriage.” His voice was firm and direct. He lacked emotions, which was very unlike him. “My wife, Funmi has been cheating on me for quite some time now. To make matters worse, she has been sleeping with a boy…a little boy, young enough to be her son.” My heart sank into my stomach, crashing like a house falling under the spell of an earthquake.

“It is not true, sweetheart,” I pleaded feebly. My voice lacked conviction. They say the guilty are afraid, I was certainly afraid. My voice was dry and weak. “Shot up, liar!!!” he shouted, tossing a sheaf of pictures on the table. “See for yourself. That is the young man she has been sleeping with. Look at them kissing, even in public…night clubs and in supermarkets. She tells me she is going to a conference and then, she takes her toy boy to Abuja, Kaduna, Enugu, Port Harcourt and wherever to have endless sessions of sex. I am ashamed of you, Funmi.” Relatives pounced on the pictures, flipping through with keen interest. I stared at the floor, barely able to look anyone in the eye. Without the picture, I probably would have had a case, but with such evidence, there was no point trying to defend myself.

“I hired a private investigator to follow her around. I have even more graphic pictures, but for the sake of decency, I will not show them to you. My lawyers have already made sure that every business we own with your name on it has been restructured, striking your name off the list completely; except the boutique. That is your means of livelihood, Funmi. You are to move out of this house later today and I never want to see you again. My children, I am sorry it has to end like this with your mom, but I hope you all understand with me. I loved her…I cherished and adored her, but she treated me like a piece of rag. I have decided to carry on with my life. You are a real disgrace, Funmi.”

Aremu was very angry. I had never seen him that mad. My sister Foluke moved over and sat beside me. I continued to stare at the floor with tears streaming down my face. Foluke rubbed my back in pity. There was pin-drop silence in the room.  All of a sudden, Biola shouted out loud. She had been deeply engrossed in Mercy Johnson and Tonto Dike gossip that she did not get to look at the pictures that Aremu had placed on the table. When she finally did, she let out an ear-piercing wail. “It is him!!! It is him!!!” “What do you mean, this is him?” Biola asked. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “It is Yinka, the guy that got me pregnant and disappeared!!! He is the one kissing aunty Funmi in this picture!!!”

I could no longer take the torture. I got up, dashed to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. I could still hear Biola shouting. “Open this door now, Funmi,” Foluke yelled at me, banging on the door. “I want answers now. Who is that guy? So you were sleeping with the little boy?” I could not face any of them and I still can’t face any of them yet. I left my husband’s house the next day. None of my children will have anything to do with me. My pregnancy is developing fast and so does Biola’s. Neither she nor her mother (my sister) nor father would talk to me either.

The last time I asked, my husband is getting ready to marry our house girl. I guess she must have been filling in my role while I was busy sleeping with Yinka. I am still searching for Yinka. I doubt that I will ever find him now. I live in a small apartment in Ikoyi. Thankfully, my boutique is still doing well, but my life is far from well. I miss family – I destroyed everything I had in one fell swoop. I had it all, but I went chasing for more…chasing for what seemed like love when I had love in my home. I wonder who is the father of my baby. I can only find out when he or she is born.

Either way, it is going to be painful because Aremu never wants to see me and Yinka is gone…disappeared into thin air. A part of me hopes it is Aremu, so that somehow, I would have a reason to get closer to him again. I guess I am being selfish, just hanging onto anything I can now, but deep within, I think Yinka is the father.  I hope that someday, God and the people that I hurt will forgive me! That is my only hope now…waiting and praying, one day at a time!

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Victor Chinoo

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