I do or I don’t EP 10

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Episode Ten

The woman she now knew as Mrs Damini took her to her house when she was discharged from the clinic the next morning. She called Tari to inform her of her whereabouts, but didn’t tell her the whole story. There would be time enough for that. She freshened up while Mrs Damini prepared breakfast. Once they were through with the meal, and she had taken her drugs, they delved into the incident that brought them together the previous night.

Kade rubbed her palms together. “I guess you are wondering how I got involved with someone like that.” Her voice trembled a little, marked with sorrow and regret.

Mrs Damini smiled, revealing a gap-tooth. “I’m not judging you. There’s always a story behind every occurrence.” She said in a friendly tone. “Tell me your story.” Her tone was encouraging.

And Kade did.

She told the story from the beginning. How her excitement about Priye’s proposal had gotten her to say yes without any spiritual conviction. All she had seen then was a secured future. She told the story of his volatile temper. How he would apologize after each physical and verbal abuse. How he made her feel like it was totally her fault. Finally, she told the woman what led to the beating that fateful night.

A tear rolled down her cheek and dropped on the table. She exhaled and straightened in her seat. “He could have killed me in his blind fury last night.” She said. A shiver ran through her at the thought of Priye beating her to death. She started crying. “I have been a fool all this while. I thought he would change. I thought he would change if I do all what he wanted, but it was never enough. He grew worse despite my submission.”

The woman pitied her. “Was that the reason why you didn’t leave him, because you felt he would change?”

Slowly, Kade nodded. “I was also worried about what people will say in church. I didn’t know how to tell our pastor that I wanted to break up with Priye. I was scared of telling them the truth. I was also scared of what Priye would do to me if I expose him in church where everyone assumed he was a saint.” She explained, sniffing. “And how do I repay him for all he has done for me. All these kept me in silence.”

“Listen carefully to me, Kade, we can never change a person on our own. It is not our job to change anyone, because that is God’s job. So you made a mistake from the start, fine, but that doesn’t mean you should spend your entire life paying for it, or pay for it with your life.” She took Kade’s hand across the table. “Even if it wasn’t a mistake, you should not keep feeling that all will be fine one day when it involves a threat to your life. Let me tell you, Kade, it wasn’t because you weren’t submissive enough or loving enough, Priye just has personal issues to deal with. And until he deals with them, he’ll continue be the way he is. You can’t help him. What he needs is professional and spiritual help. You can’t live your life to please people. Your parents should not make you stay in a relationship that will destroy you. Your pastor, friends have no say if such relationship will cause you great harm.” She sighed, a sad look in her eyes. “I wish I had the opportunity to know all this earlier.” She said.

Kade angled her head. “Know what?” She asked.

Mrs Damini rolled up her left shirt sleeve and revealed a rugged scar on her upper arm. Kade gasped. Her eyes flew to her in horror. A sad smile played on Mrs Damini’s face. “I got that from my husband. I stayed back so we could be one family for the children’s sake, but it was one big mess. All I wanted was for our children not to have a broken home. You see, I came from a broken home, and it wasn’t easy growing up that way. My mother was all we had and she tried her best. I wanted to help her. So when James, that’s my husband’s name, proposed to me immediately I finished university, I jumped at it.” She shook her head at the memory. She went to the sink and got a glass of water. She downed it all at once. She returned to the table to continue her story.

“We didn’t date for long. He was a contractor with shell so we hardly had time for each other. I didn’t mind. I just wanted to be married to someone who could take care of me. I discovered a little too late what mistake I had made. James had a penchant for perfection. His drive for perfection made me believe I could be an angel, his angel.” She let out a bitter laugh, running her fingers through her short hair. “But each time I showed myself to be human, the consequence was always disastrous. At the end, I got stabbed during one of his violent outrages. That ended our marriage of six years. Did I say marriage? No. Bondage of six years is the right description. My mother wept when everything became open. It became a family war. We’ve been separated for thirteen years now. Our two children are doing very well now.  I must say you’re fortunate, Kade. You haven’t said ‘I do’. I want you to do the right thing my dear, for your future and for your children. It’s time to speak up.”

Kade blinked away the tears that gathered in her eyes as she listened to Mrs Damini. The ball was in her court. She could choose to stay with Priye all in the name of crazy love and a secured future that may never come, or break her silence and be free.

Kade’s crossroad? Almost at an end.

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I do or I don’t EP 9

We’re getting close to the end, friends. find out Kade’s  fate.

Episode Nine

“Stop right this minute, young man. Don’t you dare hit her again.” The voice ordered.

Priye’s raised fist came down gradually. His face lost the anger from moments ago. Kade stayed where she was on the ground, whimpering. He blinked in surprise like he wasn’t sure what she was doing there. He bent before her. She jerked away from him.

“Young man, step away from her now, or I will call the police.” The voice spoke again, more forceful than the first time.

Priye turned to the stranger. The owner of the voice turned out to be a woman. In the dim street light, he couldn’t make out her face properly. She was a foot shorter than he was, but he could tell she was not someone to joke with. Her stance was solid just like a military officer. She looked him straight in the eyes. She didn’t look a bit intimidated by him. “This is just a simple lovers’ tiff, madam, please don’t interfere.” He told her.

She didn’t answer him. She just walked straight to where Kade was on the ground. “Are you alright?” The woman asked in a soft tone.

Kade shook her head. Her hand went to her lower lip again. It was swollen. She gazed at Priye above the woman’s head, then she shook her head again. “I just want to go home.” She said in a shaky voice.

The woman nodded in understanding. “I’ll take you home. My car is just across the road. Can you walk?”

“I’ll try.” Kade replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

Pain sliced through Kade’s body as the woman supported her to her feet. She winced when the woman touched her right hand. The woman looked at her with concern. “My elbow hurts.” Kade told her.

The woman nodded again. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She assured her again in a tone laden with emotion.

They walked slowly past Priye, and they both ignored him. Kade didn’t turn to look at him. He went on his knees in front of them, blocking their path. “Please forgive me.” He wept. “I don’t know what got into me, Kade. Madam, don’t take her away. My life will be ruined without her. I love her with all my life. Let me take her home.” His tone was intense.

All through his plea Kade looked away, praying the woman wouldn’t fall for his tricks. She needn’t worry as the woman assumed her military stance again. “Young man, you need help. Go and see a psychiatrist. For this lady with me, you won’t come near her.” She led Kade around him.

Priye held Kade by the legs when they walked past, causing her to stumble. “Don’t leave me, Kade. We’ve been through a lot. We can settle this. You know I love you. I’m sorry.” He pleaded.

Kade shook her head and released a sound that was part cry, part exasperation. The woman saw her anguish and kicked off Priye’s hands. They said no more to Priye. He stayed right there calling out her name. Not for once did she look back. All that kept replaying in her mind was her near death experience minutes ago. What would have been her case if the woman hadn’t showed up?

The answer crept up her chest. A sickened feeling came over her as she realized she knew the answer all along. She had known what could happen each time Priye was in one of his moods. She just didn’t want to admit it. The choice before her was either to do or not to.

The choice is before Kade. I wonder what she’ll do for real this time. Don’t forget to share your thoughts and share with friends.

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Baby Mama

I am at a crossroad

And I know not which way to go

I have waited long for this

And it is finally here

But the cost of this gift is too high for me to pay

For I know the Lord

The Lord will frown upon the high cost of this gift

How then do I do it?

Should I let go and start over again?

Start again! The mere thought scares me

At what age, Soul Sister, will I start again?

My flower isn’t blooming so much

While the brightness was flickering,

He saw me and declared his affection

Yes, affection towards the one who taught she would never have a man of her own.

The going was good, and the good became blissful

Then came the proposal.

Oh, Soul Sister, it’s a ring!

I sang my yes like the cuckoo bird.

But his condition dampened my elated spirit.

Give me a baby first he told me with a straight face

A baby? I left the ring hanging in my finger in shock.

My confusion was communicated to him through my look

For he said, smiling, let a baby grow in your womb for me

Then I’ll walk you down the aisle as a proud husband and father.

The Lord’s words on defiling the bed flew into my head.

I shook my head in disagreement

It’s our tradition, he informed me

My mother will never accept you without a positive result. His voice was sad.

But we belong to the Lord; Christians we are, I tried to reason with him

His eyes left mine. Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s so says the good book.

Appease Christianity and tradition, even the Lord understands, he said.

My objections fired at him like AK47

His eyes darkened like the clouds in an African thunderstorm

That is my stand, his voice thundered. I can’t compromise.

The burden of loneliness came upon me like a thick blanket.

I want to be married

I want my own man

So I promised to think and pray about it.

But, Soul Sister, what do I pray about?

What do I speak in the Lord’s ears?

What answer should I expect?

 

 

 

 

I do or I don’t EP 8

Welcome back, friends, to another time with Kade and Priye after an amazing break. Enjoy this episode

Episode Eight

Kade was extremely pleased with Priye’s change. She stopped walking around him on tip toes. It was obvious a good thing was happening to them. Days rolled into weeks and weeks into a month, and they spent it all in love and joy. No insulting word passed between them. She didn’t use her balm anymore. Tari noticed the change too. She prayed for God to keep it that way.

Priye already won the heart of many in their courtship class. He asked intelligent questions and made insightful contributions. She was so proud of him. Questions were always directed at him. They were the super couple of the class. It made her look forward to each courtship class.

She smiled broadly as she prepared for yet another class. She pressed her perfume behind her ear lobes. She sprayed a little on her wrists and rubbed them together. She sniffed the air and liked the fragrance. She straightened the collar on her simple black lace top. The top was properly tucked into her white pleated skirt, flowing around her knees. Her fair face was lightly powered. She picked a red scarf from her wardrobe to match her red sandal. She wound it around her neck. She looked herself over and gave an approving smile. She looked good, and she liked it. Priye liked her looking extra good for their classes. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left for the venue.

She took the stairs to their class when she got to the church premises. Some couples were already around. She greeted them cheerfully, and they responded the same way.

Priye was late. She dialled his number, but he didn’t pick the call. She tried it two more times before the class started. Her eyes went to the door severally. She was a bit worried since he didn’t tell her he would be late. They were thirty minutes into the day’s lesson when he stepped in.

He found his way to her and took the seat beside her. It was a class rule for each couple to sit beside each other. If either of the partner got to the class before the other, then he or she must keep a seat for the late partner. That was what Kade did. What Priye did wrong was taking the seat without being told to by the presiding minister. That was another class rule. Once you were more than ten minutes late to class, you must stand until you were told to sit down by whoever was in charge. Priye didn’t do that. He got a sharp rebuke from the minister in charge.

“Young man, please stand up.” The minister told him. “You can’t come in here whenever you like and sit down.”

Priye’s face hardened. He pushed the chair back and went to rest against the wall without an apology. The minster regarded him for a few seconds before turning back to the lesson. Kade turned to look at him and saw his defiant stance. Her forehead glistened with sweat. She started praying within her. Her prayer point was simple: let all go well today.

She felt her taut muscles relaxing when the class continued in peace. Just when she was feeling totally relaxed, another issue came up. Priye turned off the industrial fan that was meant to make the class conducive.

The minister fixed him with a stern look. “Why did you switch off the fan?” He asked, setting his manual down.

“I couldn’t hear you.” Priye replied nonchalantly.

“Then you could have moved away from there.” The Minister told him.

“You asked me to stand, where do you expect me to go?” he stated in a rude tone.

Soft gasps echoed in the room. People started whispering all around the room. Kade placed her head on the table to hide her shame.

“Please leave this class. When you’re ready to learn, you come back.” The minister fired at him.

Priye hissed and walked straight out of the class without an apology. Kade prayed for the ground to open and swallow her up. This was her biggest embarrassment so far. She felt the pitiful stares of those around her. Even the minister looked at her with pity.

How she survived the rest of the class, she didn’t know. Once the class ended she took to her heels. She didn’t even look back when someone called to her that the minister wanted to see her. She would rather see him when she was not filled with so much shame.

She took the stairs in twos, flying away from her place of shame. It was dark when she got outside. The light evening breeze cooled her a little. She walked out of the church premises to wait for a cab by the roadside. Only a few persons moved on the road or stood waiting for cab like her.

She rubbed her left arm, feeling cold. Cars sped on the smooth road. None stopped. The trees around cast an eerie shadow on the dimly lit road. Just when she was thinking of walking away from the bus-stop to the filling station a few steps away, a car drove straight and parked in front of her. It was Priye.

He asked her in, and she did. He drove a few minutes away from the bus-stop, right past the filling station. He moved down to a more deserted part of the road and parked.

“Why did you stop?” She asked him, looking around. She saw no one around. Across the road was an estate and the gate was locked. Trees lined the side of the road where Priye parked. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.

Priye was not bothered by her discomfort. “Why didn’t you leave when I was sent out of the class, Kade?” He asked, scowling.

Kade looked at him like he had gone mad. “Why should I leave?” She replied in bewilderment.

Her answer did not please him. It seemed to fuel whatsoever was raging within him. “You say you love me, yet you allowed that man insult me like that. You couldn’t even say a word in my defence. When I was finally humiliated, you sat back to enjoy my humiliation, right?” He bawled at her, pinning her with angry eyes.

Kade shook her head. “This is madness, Priye, total madness.” She retorted. “When you realize what you did today, then we’ll talk. I’m going home to cool off.” She opened the door and stepped out. Priye stepped out at the same time and blocked her path. “Let me go, Priye. We are both not in the right frame of mind for a reasonable discussion.” She pushed him. He didn’t bulge. She turned the other way and fled. She wasn’t fast enough because Priye caught up with her easily. He grasped her shoulder. “You’re hurting me, Priye. Let me go please.” She said in a panicky tone.

Priye’s face was dark with fury. “You want to walk away from me because I have troubles? You won’t leave me.” He sent her flying to the ground with a backhand.

Kade landed on the hard ground with her right hand. Pain rippled through her. She tasted blood in her mouth. Her hand went to her lower lip. It was bleeding. Priye moved menacingly towards her where she was on the ground. She crawled away from him. “Please don’t do this, Priye. Don’t let the devil use you.” She begged.

He gave a wicked laugh. His face was twisted with hatred. Kade saw him clearly. She knew this was beyond the push, grasp and insults. Priye was mad. She looked around. No one was still around. The place was still as deserted as she observed minutes ago. Hope set in the next second when a car stopped in front of the estate gate. She didn’t mind that the wind would make it difficult for her to be heard. She would have to try her luck, instead of enduring Priye’s beating. She screamed out her lungs. “Help! Somebody Help!”

He saw the car too. He rushed to her quickly and picked her up like a heap of clothes. He landed a punch to her mid-section. She doubled over as the pain shot through her body. She started coughing. Priye bent over her. She steeled herself against his blow. It never came. Instead, a voice ordered him to stop.

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A Sister’s Act

Welcome to series 2 in my dear soul sister series. Happy reading! 

I am a broken man, for I am haunted by my message.
Why is it difficult to practice what you preach with ease?
Why is it easy to dole out the right words to others, but difficult to take them yourself?
I feel this way with the message of forgiveness.
Yes, I must forgive others their trespasses, so my heavenly father can also forgive me.
True, I must forgive seventy times seven times a day.
But truth be told, no one has offended me that much in a day.
Still, I can’t find it in me to accept this message and forgive Sister Joyce.
Sister Joyce, God-fearing (so I thought), all smiles and humble, was a perfect disciple in our youth fellowship.
Never did I imagine the evil behind her smiles.
Never did I imagine her appreciation of God’s grace in my life after each service to be more than that.
Never did I imagine the innocent smiles I returned were fanning a fire I couldn’t control.
How could I have known, Soul Sister, that Sister Joyce had a lot of plans for me? (Oh, not plans of good I tell you.)
When she showed up in my house that rainy day a year ago, with tears in her eyes, I gladly took her in to comfort her.
Her fiancé had just broken up with her after meeting with the church’s marriage committee.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, and my heart went out to her.
I counselled and prayed with her.
She made a simple request: “Can I stay here tonight? I’ll leave very early in the morning. It’s already late.”
Oh true, it was late and rainy.
Her sad eyes tugged at my heart.
How do I send her out with such heavy heart into the rain, all alone?
My response: “It’s alright. You can stay here tonight. Take the bedroom. I’ll be right in the living room.”
Her eyes beamed with smiles of appreciation, and my heart swelled with joy that I had done well for a sister.
Soul Sister, I curse that day even as I pen this down.
When she wandered into the living room sometime after midnight in a flimsy night gown I never knew she had in her bag, I became an ordinary man.
Youth pastor you say. Leave that, this was beyond me.
She was too scared to sleep alone, so she said.
I was too tempted to say no to a damsel in distress.
The die was cast, and the deed was done.
My tears ran down like a fountain.
Sister Joyce told me to be a man. It was a secret never to be revealed.
So when I was summoned by the marriage committee months later, I thought it was to finalize my marriage plans with my fiancée.
Soul Sister, the secret was out! Sister Joyce told it all to the committee.
My wedding was put on hold.
My fiancée could not bear the pain and went her way.
I was disciplined publicly in church.
All lips told the story of my fall. Eyes looked at me in condemnation. Hands pointed at me in judgement.
Sister Joyce was the victim, deceived by the youth pastor. He took advantage of her emotional state. Thank God she was bold enough to expose him, so the tongues wagged in church. They never bothered that the story was twisted, or I had something to say too. What would a fornicating youth pastor say? He didn’t even had the mind to confess to his wrong deeds. He must have been into it for long.
I left it all, Soul Sister.
I left to a life of shame and deep regret, but I had to search for God again.
My search has been painful, but I’m pulling through gradually.
Then Sister Joyce showed up in my house this morning. (Deja vu.)
She wanted to apologize for what she did. She couldn’t resist me, and so she had planned it all. She wanted me to accept her after what happened between us, but I went with another sister. She had been bitter, but God liberated her in a programme and she cried for forgiveness. Now, she wanted to do right by me.
I looked at her with so much hatred. If looks could kill, mine would have killed her this morning.
I pushed her out of my house.
She knelt at the door, crying. I told her I would think about it.
But really, Soul Sister, how do I forgive her? Should I even forgive her?

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I do or I d0n’t EP 7

Dear friends, I’ll like  us to look away from Kade in this episode and give reasons why we feel Priye is acting the way he is despite being a Christian. Please share your thoughts in the comment box. Happy reading!

Episode Seven

Kade regretted answering Mummy Daniel’s call. If she had ignored it, she wouldn’t be seated beside Priye listening to her message of reconciliation. It angered her a great deal that Priye’s desperation had brought them before their Pastor’s wife. He had tried all to reconcile with her after she stormed off a week ago, but she had avoided him, wanting him to suffer. He even approached Tari in his desperation. Trust Tari, she put him in his place. She didn’t mince words when she told him to work on himself, to do more than apologize all the time. She had told him firmly he had problems and should do something about them. He had insisted his only problem was loving Kade too much. Tari had huffed in frustration at that and sent him off then. Kade had to wonder too if there was more to Priye’s anger than his obvious insecurity and high relationship standard.

Running to Mummy Daniel was his last hope. She was like a mother hawk to the youths in the church. They all came under her motherly wings. It was therefore not surprising that Priye had run to her for help.

“Kade, you and Priye are my children. I want the best for you both. I was filled with joy when we got to know about your relationship. Priye has always been a good man, and you are a good woman yourself. You’re pillars in this church. Coming together as husband and wife will enhance the growth of our church. No one will leave. God will add to you both and increase the church.” She told them in a patronizing voice.

Kade rolled her eyes. Mummy Daniel talked about the benefits of their relationship for several minutes. Kade looked from the decorated altar to the choir stand. She counted the arranged chairs on different rows. She fixed her eyes on the moving ceiling fans and counted one to hundred. A deep frown etched on her face as Mummy Daniel continued outlining the merits of their relationship. Just as she was about to cut into her monologue, Mummy Daniel mercifully switched to the main reason why she had sent for her. She leaned towards them.

“You see, Kade, we all have our weaknesses. We are not all perfect. When God brings us together in a union as unique as marriage, then we have to build on our partner’s strength and help his weaknesses. Priye told me everything that happened between both of you a week ago.” She said.

“What did he tell you, mummy?” Kade couldn’t resist asking.

“That’s not important, Kade. What is important is your forgiveness. Let everything that happened a week ago be like a bad dream. Take it that the enemy is trying to sow tares in your relationship.” She admonished in a motherly tone.

“I’ll like to know what he told you, mummy.” Kade insisted, throwing Priye a suspicious look.

Priye cut off Mummy Daniel’s response. “I told her we had a little misunderstanding because I was not comfortable with a friend of yours. You didn’t like my interference and left me in anger.” His eyes were shifty as he explained. He didn’t look at her. He seemed more fascinated with the blue and yellow design on the church’s altar.

Kade sat up and gaped at him when he finally met her eyes. Angry words flew about her heart. The one that came to the tip of her tongue was beast. How good it would be to call him a beast in the presence of an ignorant Mummy Daniel. She would lay all his secrets bare before the mummy of the church. Her lips curved in a wicked smile as she pictured Mummy Daniel’s motherly face twisting with shock when she heard all Priye was keeping away from her.

Priye saw the fury in her eyes, and he read her mind. He mouthed the word please. She looked away from him. “Mummy, Priye didn’t conclude the story.” She said, getting set for her onslaught. She drummed on the arm of the chair with her fingers.

Again Priye stalled Mummy Daniel’s response. “Kade, I’m very sorry. It was totally my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten angry. I know you feel like I’m denying you of your freedom, but I’m only trying to protect what we have. Please don’t destroy it. I beg you in the name of God. Don’t let the devil rejoice over us.” His eyes glistened with tears. He searched his trouser pocket for his handkerchief. He drew out the hankie from his back pocket and dabbed his eyes.

Mummy Daniel sighed. “It’s okay, Priye. My dear Kade, forgive him for his wrong. I have already spoken to him. He knows it is wrong to cage a woman. Let peace reign. Don’t start your courtship class next week with this. Start on a good note. Forgive him.” She implored.

Tears burned at Kade’s eyelids. She trained her eyes on Priye. She hated him so much and yet, she loved him. Was it madness or what? His bent head tugged at her heart. What would be the end if she told Mummy Daniel who he really was? They would become laughing stock in the church. People would wonder why she claimed it was God’s will and still backed out of it. She shook her head sadly. Everything was so complicated.

“You don’t have to cry, Kade. This is just a phase. Offences will occur but you have to learn to forgive each other and move on.” Mummy Daniel touched her arm.

“Thank You, mummy.” She sniffed. “I have forgiven Priye.” She twisted her fingers.

“Hallelujah!” Mummy Daniel exclaimed in joy. “Let us pray.”

She prayed for their relationship to go smoothly. She prayed for heaven to supply all their needs. She also prayed for the spirit of oneness.

They both expressed their thanks to her. She wished them peace and left. Both of them walked in silence to where Priye’s car was parked. Kade made to walk on but Priye stopped her. He held her arm. She looked down at it and then back to his face. He didn’t drop it.

“My life is miserable without you, Kade. This past week has been terrible. I had no peace. I know I really hurt you, but I ask for your forgiveness.” He sent her a pleading look.

“Why didn’t you tell Mummy Daniel the truth?” She asked.

He released her arm and moved from one foot to the other. “I couldn’t tell her. She could alert the pastor and call off our courtship. I didn’t want that.” He took her hand again, desperation showing in his eyes. “We’ll be fine, Kade.”

Her eyes clouded with doubts. “Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure. Just don’t leave me please.” He begged. He made to go on his knees, but she stopped him.

“It’s okay. We’ll work everything out.” She assured him in a bland tone.

He didn’t mind her tone. He hugged her lightly and released her almost immediately. “Oh, thank you, Kade.” He beamed at her. “I have something for you.” He opened the car and brought out a pack. He extended it to her. “I got you a new phone. It’s far better than what you had before.” When she hesitated, he placed it in her hand. “Take it, Kade, as my apology.”

“Thank you.” She said, scrutinizing the pack.

“Oh let me give you the receipt.” He rummaged through his wallet and brought out a piece of paper. He passed it to her.

Without the receipt she knew he had spent a small fortune on the phone. When she looked at the receipt, it confirmed her thought. He smiled with satisfaction when she thanked him again.

“I got you a new sim card too.” He told her.

She shook her head. “No need, I retrieved my old lines already.”

The smile seemed to freeze on his face. “But… but…” he stuttered.

“We just settled Priye, don’t start something else.” He shrugged, his happy look sliding off his face. Kade pitied him. “Don’t worry, Priye, you are the only one I love.” She reassured him with a smile.

“Thank you. I promise never to hurt you again.”

Whether he would keep his promise or not, Kade did not know. All she knew was they were back where they left off again. It could either get better or worse.

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Little Foxes

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I declared war in my home; war I say. No more will I take what my man is dishing out to me. Why should I yield?

Calm down, I hear them say. But my heart kept raging with anger.

I looked my man in the eyes with all my pain. I removed my head gear and tied it around my waist.

All must be settled today.

I felt a gentle hand on my boiling skin. “Share your problem with us.” Uncle said.

Yes, I must tell what my man has done to me, Soul Sister.

Listen to the story of an angry wife.

I felt the joy of a woman married to a man of her dreams. The sparkle in my eyes radiated like the brightness of the sun. I married my man, Soul Sister.

The hope of a bright future for us brought smiles to my face. Nothing could ever go wrong with us.

Our hearts were joined in perfect love.

The responsibilities of a married woman did not bother me. It was for me and my man.

My first meal was egusi soup, garnished with beef, cow skin and roasted cat fish. I rolled my sleeves and pounded the eba just like my grandmother taught me.

I smiled with satisfaction at the finished work. I was ready to get into my man’s heart.

I served the food with great love and joy. My man looked at me with eyes filled with appreciation. He salivated as I uncovered our first meal as man and wife.

He took his first morsel and rolled it into a ball with his fingers. He kept smiling.

I wanted his compliment that was bound to follow his first swallow. After all, I had mastered the art of cooking over the years.

The smile froze on his face as he rolled the morsel in his mouth. His eyes bulged out in curiosity. He dipped his fingers in the plate of soup and placed it on the tip of the tongue.

He closed his eyes as he tasted the soup again.

When he opened his eyes again, I saw condemnation in them.

“What is wrong, Honey?” I asked, alarmed.

My man pushed the plate of soup away from him. “What seasoning did you use for the soup?” He asked in a chilled tone.

I looked at him in confusion. Seasoning? What was he talking about? He waited for my answer and I gave it.

“I used maggi.” I answered.

His eyes blazed with hot anger. He pushed away from the table. “Never use maggi to prepare my meal again. Always use knorr.” He barked at me and left the dining without eating the food.

Oh, the anger that filled me. After all my efforts? He couldn’t even caution me gently. I would not let this go, I resolved in my heart.

While he prepared for work the next day, I made breakfast: bread, egg sauce and tea. And you know what, Soul Sister, I used maggi.

Hahaha, my man must learn to appreciate me, appreciate my efforts.

He gave me a smile as he took his seat at the head of the table. I smiled too. I didn’t wait for him this time. I dived into my food.

I hid a smile when he spewed out the egg sauce. He shot daggers at me with his eyes.

“Did you use maggi again?”

I shrugged in response and continued with my food.

“What exactly is your problem? I can’t stand maggi. Please don’t use it again. Use Knorr.” He enunciated.

I lifted innocent eyes to him. “Why?” I asked.

“My mother never used maggi. It was always knorr, and we liked it. I can tell the taste of knorr in any meal.”

His explanation angered me the more. “Well, my mother never used knorr. I don’t like it. You can change now because I’ll keep using maggi.”

He glared at me. “Don’t be difficult. Just indulge me on this.”

I turned to him then. “You must indulge me too. I went to the bathroom this morning and found out you still press the toothpaste from the middle when I told you to always press it from the end.” I fired back at him.

My man threw his hands up in frustration. “What does it matter if I press the toothpaste from the middle or the end?”

“What does it matter if I use maggi or knorr?”I countered.

We stared down each other. The battle line was drawn: maggi or knorr, middle of the toothpaste or the end.

Soul Sister, I stuck to maggi, and he stuck to pressing the toothpaste from the middle.

He wouldn’t eat my food, and I wouldn’t use his toothpaste.

And then, he brought in a cook, without informing me or seeking my permission, to prepare his meals in our house.

The worst part, she brought her own ingredients, and I saw packets of knorr. My man threw out my maggi.

I would not take this. Oh no, my man must pay for this.

He listened to my ranting like the family members we invited to hear us out. He got up gently.

“It’s obvious this is not working. Let’s give each other a break.” He told me, his arms folded across his chest.

People around gasped in shock. My own gasp was louder.

“What?” I exclaimed I disbelief, like my ears were failing me.

“Let’s give each other a break and think if we should really continue.” He repeated in a bland tone.

Well, Soul Sister, I lost my cool. I looked him straight in the eyes and said with all pride. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

Hmm… It’s now two months since our break. My man has not come back, and I feel so terrible. How did we go from lovey dovey to fighting ninjas?

Did I go too far? Did we go too far?

Advise me, Soul Sister, what should I do?

The next issue on Dear Soul Sister will be on the blog next week Tuesday. Don’t miss it! (If Jesus tarries.)

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