Her son, my fiance, was there and said nothing in my defense. He just stood there as his mother lashed me, even though I had only tried to make peace for a crime, I had not committed.
When I rang her on the phone earlier, she was fine, she sounded cheerful and fine, when we arrived, she looked fine, she sounded fine, no one thought anything was amiss, by the time we were set to leave; Bridget picked her purse and wanted to come with us, I saw the sadness flash through her eyes for a split second, as if she was secretly begging me not to leave her there with him “Had I imagined it?”
I looked at Dayo and said “What have you done to make this so? Have you given Femi reasons to suspect you of being unfaithful? Has she found evidence (s) that you have lied to her and being unfaithful to your love? A woman does not just ‘act up’ or be unnecessarily suspicious Dayo, you must have given her reasons to, Yes or No?”
My nieces that I carried as babies also got married and had children. My younger sister got married also. But I never felt bitter or bad. I was truly happy for them.
Time went by and one day I woke up and realized I was in my thirties. By this time, everyone I knew had prayed, fasted and called me for multiple marital counsels. You know how church folks like to counsel a single lady, like there is something wrong with her for being “qualified and ready” but still single after thirty.
I like nothing about him, I see him coming from one direction, and I rush off on the opposite direction. He calls out my name, I feign like I did not hear and hurry away. Sometimes when he speaks or smiles, I feel irritated and near angry and am constantly in a hurry to dismiss him.
Even when I ask him for the help, he makes promises and does not help, rather, he encourages me to borrow or buy on loan that he’d refund me but he never does.