A DAY WITH FAMILY

I had a great time taking down an Amala empire with the help of my ever loyal stomach. It is always a fantastic thing when you find a place where you can eat like you are home. I am supposed to be on a diet. I don’t even know why I do this to myself.

My day went quite fast. I went down to the carwash…my car was beginning to look like a dump. I threw anything and everything I wouldn’t put in my house into my car. Discarded bits from my rendezvous all went there. To imagine this was a car I loved and bought? Yeah, love is a fleeting sensation.

I made some calls on behalf of Mr. X and got him hooked up on some deal he wanted. That man has some nerves though. I called to give him the good news and he claimed he was busy and I should call back. In my usual fashion, I rushed through the gist in Five seconds and cut off the line only for him to call back sounding happy and interested in a conversation. I politely declined and continued my day.

On getting home, I felt lonely. The Hubby was away on some business deal. I packed my bags and went off to the family house. I love family. Nice meals, Wi-Fi, Premium Channel DSTV, non-blinking electricity supply. Yes, I love them

Mrs. Y

WEIRD 2 DAYS

I don’t know why I do some of the things I do honestly.

I thought I could get some peace and quiet on Tuesday night. I ducked the Hubby and landed at Mr. X’s place. Did I do it because Mr. X suspected I was seeing someone else? Did I do because Iya got me in a fix with her phone call during lunch with Mr. X sitting across from me trying hard not to show interest in a conversation he was obviously eavesdropping in?

I really do not know but I guess I felt a little guilty with “Yes Mummy, I’ll be seeing him this evening” when that ‘him’ was not Mr. X.

The night was uneventful and for some moments, it felt good. I slept off peacefully shrugging off Mr. X’s touches. For a moment, his touch made my skin crawl. It was alien to me at that point.

Then the morning came and World Peace shattered. I tried to shrug off the nauseating feeling of being touched by Mr. X. I quickly showered and got dressed. Work was going to be eventful. I don’t know if Mr. X was having a horny carryover but somehow he got me back to where I left off and there I was getting my nice prim dress ruined and my parts plugged.

I wasn’t that happy but as the time went by, all I wanted to do was get to work. he irritated me.

getting to work, I tried to wave off the feeling and get back into the groove. He didn’t encourage it.

Fast forward to last night, I told him I was putting myself in the line of danger and he didn’t bother to check up on me. I still went to his place and found him happily asleep.

I was hurt last night but ashamed that I had thrown myself at this man.

The Hubby has been quite nice…checking up, loving up. I have to change.

Mrs. Y

ANOTHER DAY

So my day flew past yesterday without events till evening. No, it’s not what you think. This was work. I thought I was getting off early. I called Mr. X and it turns out he was busy too. I called the Hubby and he too was busy…whaaaaaaaaat?! I decided to stick around and finish up some outstanding work when I got dragged off to the Boss’s place.

It was some three (3) hours of grueling work. It was already 10pm and I was tired. I drove home slowly, thinking, debating and driving. Dangerous stuff, I know. How do I close this window of conception with the goal achieved and still get some much needed sleep tonight? It was too much for my body to handle at that moment. All I needed was to soak my feet in some very chilled water mixed with a bottle of foamy content Iya gave to me. She says it makes your skin smooth but I use it to calm the muscles of my feet.

I got to my Apartment, stepped out of the car, beheld the vision of my Electricity Company in all its glory blazing the street with light. I thought of my silent house, my lone moments and the chilling Air-conditioning system. Then I thought of the Hubby and the sleeplessness of last night. I shrugged and went inside my house

I could not do all that again today.

I saw a text and several missed calls when I woke up this morning.

“My darling, I’m sorry I was busy yesterday, I had to go get you a new phone as you complained yesterday. I forgot and didn’t want you to leave home without it today. I was worried about you. Are you ok?”

That was the Hubby.

I also got a message from Mr. X

“You no dey sleep?”

Mrs. Y

THE BEGINNING…

Do you ever wake up with that lethargic feeling just to lie in bed and do just nothing? Nah, that’s not how I woke up. I was counting time and eagerly waiting for the morning to show up. I didn’t waste time in saying I had to be at work by 7am or hell will be let loose. I concocted traffic tales that will keep me hedged in for an hour long drive in Abuja of all places. By the time I was done with my time framing tales, I explained why I was up by 4am, taking a shower and getting dressed for WORK!

Don’t get me wrong, I followed my Iya’s advice and woke up in s strange house all in the name of marriage. Right now, I can’t even think straight though he’s always a gentleman who understands decency but hell, we are talking marriage here so we can put on our petticoats of decency and act like we don’t do sex before marriage. I am cool with that.

I really do not know what I’m running from. Mama made it clear that she’s having a party on my behalf and that she’s getting Grandkids by December or January so that leaves me this month or next.

Anyway, last night I signed up at the Baby Center online. They are supposed to tell you when you can get pregnant. So far, I’ve got March 30-April 4, 2014 if I want a Christmas baby. Iya says go for it and I am just laughing. Exactly what am I willingly to give up?

Iya says I am not giving up anything. “You have your work, your running around and all. The only thing you lose is that coven of yours that you call a sanctuary and that your Kia”. Mama, I am not losing my car. “ Of course, you’ll lose it because it will probably be relegated to running errands. In return, you get all you want plus more. You are house lazy and you have servants already so I don’t know what you want.”

*snatches a copy of ThisDay Style Magazine showing Timi Dakolo in all his awesomeness on the front cover* “See what makes you young girls forget what you need and run after what you want? Go and mold your own husband and leave other people’s own alone.

Yes, this intervention came clearly on the heels of my confession that ‘'”that nice brother y’all know? Remember him? The one that you like? The one you won’t stop bugging me about? Yes, that one. He is married. His family lives in Obodo Oyibo. So may I be left alone now dear Family?”

That was my rookie mistake as my cousin later told me. She said “You’ve committed suicide babes. Right now, you’ve become a pet project and you have been tried and found guilty of heading for ruin. Next time you want to pull an ‘in your face act’ on everyone, no forget say boomerang dey. I’m going to London with Le Oga tomorrow, you think I’ll tell Mummy? Be jonzing yourself. Yea, they’ll upset you with their questions but learn to be diplomatic in your answers. Anyway sha, me I think that family man don vex you and you decided to rope yourself in. Say hi to X for me.

Needless to say, I’m still going back today? My people are gangster. The guy isn’t so bad. I love my family. It’s 2014, I’m an independent woman but hell, they have decreed, I will obey. I do not care about love anyway.

Mrs Y