Hey people! 

Happy Sunday… hope you’re having a fab day.. it was end of year thanksgiving today in church and it was Lit! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒand tonight we have Roc-Ca-Roll.. A rock themed carol.. today is just all round Lit! Lol.. 

Soooo I promised I was going to share part 2 of yesterday’s story here… If you missed yesterday’s post, here’s the link below.. 

What is it?โ€ he queried as he put on the air conditioner

โ€œNothing,โ€ she replied fiddling with her car key

โ€œLiar!โ€ he said softly, turning to her. โ€œI know you,โ€ he stated, holding her gaze as he took her hands in his, putting a stop to her fiddling.

She averted hers. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t be here,โ€ she said, trying to free her hands from his but he wouldnโ€™t let go. He was silent a while and she was forced to look at him. His eyes were glued to her left hand. โ€œFolaโ€ฆโ€ she murmured.

โ€œI still canโ€™t believe you are married. No! Let me rephrase that. I canโ€™t believe you are married to some guy you met about a year ago and dumped me!โ€

She wasnโ€™t fooled by the evenness of his tone. She knew him well enough to know he was angry. โ€œI didnโ€™t dump you,โ€ she said in defence of herself.

โ€œYou did! Over the phone!โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry I had to do it over the phone but you were miles away from here, you didnโ€™t expect me to hop on a flight and come over just to have that conversation,โ€ she replied tartly, finally disengaging herself from him.

They both fell silent, upset until Fola asked, โ€œDo you love him?

โ€œCome on Fola, you know me better than that. I wouldnโ€™t marry a man I donโ€™t love.โ€

โ€œDo you love him more than you love me?โ€ he asked, closing the distance between them

โ€œThatโ€™s not fair?โ€

โ€œJust answer!โ€ he insisted.

Maria opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. If the truth be told, it was a question sheโ€™d never really asked herself because she didnโ€™t want to know. Poju was sweet and wonderful and he loved her dearly. The only issue was his work. It was always infringing on their time together and she felt as if she were in competition. The only reason her husband wasnโ€™t around on Christmas Eve and wonโ€™t be until the following year was because he had an assignment that needed to be taken care of out of the country. She wouldnโ€™t even get to spend New Year with him and the situation frustrated her endlessly. She didnโ€™t have an issue with him excelling at his work, she loved her job too and excelled at it but it was not at the risk of them being together.

The case with Fola however was different. When she was with him, she never felt she was in competition with anything. He loved her and it was with reckless abandon. He had the same dedication and passion for excellence that Poju had but he never made her feel left out; never made their relationship suffer. The only reason she was not Folaโ€™s wife was because he was not ready to get married when she was and the pressure from her family had been unbearable especially since Poju was breathing down her neck and Fola was out of the country. Sheโ€™d dated Fola for five years and that counted for something but Poju was her husband and that also counted for something. She gave a deep sigh as she looked at Folaโ€™s expectant face.

โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ she answered.

โ€œThen why are you here? You could have given me an excuse, walked away a number of times, I gave you that option but you didnโ€™t.โ€

She chuckled in self-mockery as she replied. โ€œI wanted to, tried to butโ€ฆโ€

โ€œBut what?โ€

She swallowed, not sure what the โ€˜butโ€™ was as he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her close. She closed her eyes, her body tingling at his touch yet her head telling her she was about to make a big mistake.

โ€œYour body is hot,โ€ he murmured softly in her ears. 

And she knew the implication. If she didnโ€™t get out now, she wouldnโ€™t be able to anymore; especially if he kissed her as he was about to. Her body wanted him but sheโ€™d made an oath to another man and her conscience would plague her for the rest of her life. She turned her face away as his lips came down, and pushed him away, upsetting his balance. Without waiting to see the damage sheโ€™d done, she ran out of the room.

An hour later, she drove into her compound, her hands still shaking as she parked the car and got out.  She had come close to adultery and she wasnโ€™t even married for two years. Now that her body wasnโ€™t controlling her head, she knew sheโ€™d made the right decision. Some fun she would have gotten all because she didnโ€™t want to be alone. She sighed, breathing in the fresh evening air as she walked into the house, glad she had fled. The fact that she still had feelings for Fola didnโ€™t change the truth that she was married and Poju didnโ€™t deserve a cheating wife irrespective of his shortcomings. She was quite startled when she heard her husbandโ€™s voice.


โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€

โ€œWell,โ€ he began, walking up to her, his face creased in a smile, โ€œI was wondering what I could give you as a Christmas gift and I realised the greatest Christmas gift I could give you isโ€ฆ meโ€ฆ hereโ€ฆ with you,โ€ he stated rubbing his hands gently over her shoulder as he smiled into her face. โ€œSo I packed my stuff and decided I would surprise you.โ€

Maria burst out in tears, puzzling her husband who gave her a worried quizzical look. โ€œBaby, what is it? Why are you crying? Are you alright? Is everythingโ€ฆ.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m fine! Iโ€™m fine!โ€ she stated, smiling through her tears. โ€œIโ€™m justโ€ฆ. Happy!โ€

Pojuโ€™s smile broadened as he pulled his wife close, kissing her forehead. โ€œIโ€™m happy you are happy. Merry Christmas wife!โ€

โ€œMerry Christmas too,โ€ Maria responded glad to be nestled in the warmth of her husbandโ€™s embrace and no one else.  Christmas was going to be fun after all.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Okay ladies, I believe we are all planning towards Christmas and have loads of fun lined up but the moral of this story is that we shouldnโ€™t get carried away with having โ€˜fun,โ€™ that we donโ€™t do whatโ€™s right. Let everything we do be with the fear of the Lord and with moderation.

Merry Christmas ladies! I am sooooooo excited, especially with the bottompotblessings God has in store for us.



Alright ladies…. 

See you soon 

๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜ Kemi

22 thoughts on “Day 17: Should I do it? (Part 2)

    1. She actually does.. ๐Ÿ˜Š she writes for movies and series.. she’s written for the Johnsons, Jenifa diary, and the movie when love happens.


    2. Awww…
      Thank you darling.๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜˜ Like Kemi said, I do write for a living – scripts mostly. Maybe I should do prose writing more but na time.๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€ We’ll see sha. Fingers crossed.

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  1. Go Tope! Go Tope!! Go Tope!!!. Lovely… You should do more prose writing though. Writers’ Ink has to look into an avenue for that biko. As an Igbo girl all I am seeing in these comments are dollar signs ๐Ÿ˜. Well done love ๐Ÿ˜˜

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    1. Dollar signs oooooooo
      I especially LOVE THE ENDING and the lesson.
      Sooooo good.
      Thanks Tope….


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    2. Yes please, @ look into an avenue for it.. and then I’ll be writing for writers Ink too… I see the dollar signs too!!! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ


  2. Wow this is beautiful and she blew us away, i didn’t see this coming. Well am not surprise the best writer are always unpredictable. Thanks alot expecting to see more of this.

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