My Sexcapedes Episode 39

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY NINE: ❣️

Silence prevailed. Even the crying birds muted, joining us in the await for forgiveness. As my mother was crying her eyes out, staring at us as we kneeled, begging for mercy with the demonstration of our hands and our look amid the silentness.

As my mother sobbed to her satisfaction, gently, she stood up and signaled to us to stand up with wide hands begging for embracement. As if we were whistled, we stood to our feet at a go and embraced her warmly and passionately.

‘I have forgiven you all. I pray that God in heaven and the souls of my late husband and son will do the same. Sin no more..’, she muttered amid the embracement.

‘Thank you mama’, we said in unison.

Moments later, we retired back to our seats with hearts full of excitement. But Susan was still not happy despite how happy she pretended to be.

Ichie Amadi seemed to be the happiest man in the entire universe. In fact, he even looked happier than us all.

As I was about to ask my wife to go inside and get us food, Lo and behold, look at Susan kneeling down in front of us, crying.

‘..I just hope that you people will find a place in your heart to forgive me. Lucy, I have hurt you so badly. I am responsible for your kidnapping last time..’

‘What!’, my wife and I almost exclaimed in unison.

‘Please forgive me. It’s the handwork of the devI|. I don’t know what really came over me. Please, I am sorry. Please forgive me..’

‘Susan how could you? Why do you even want me dead? Do you know what I suffered at the hands of the dreaded kidnapper’s den? What if I didn’t make it alive?..,’ my wife cried bitterly as the ugly memory became green in her mind.

‘It was the handwork of the dev||. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me. I am really really sorry..’

Sussan pleaded and cried bitterly. From the look of things, she was really sorry. I signaled my wife to forgive her. And she obeyed, though it was very difficult for her to do so, but she had to:

‘Stand up’, she said and beckoned. Susan stood up and they embraced. ‘I have forgiven you’,my wife added.

‘Thank you very much..’, Susan appreciated, still entangled with each other in a hug.

After all said and done , my wife served us the ‘Item 7’. Because we had a lot to eat and drink.

We all ate and drank in harmony and peace.
It was a family dinner in delight of both humanity and spirituality.

I was overwhelmed that everything was working out well. At least the assignment was eighty percent done. What now remained was the purging of the defiled land. But I had to go back to Lagos and return back in a month’s time for the remaining rituals to be finally carried out. That was the instruction from the seer.

However, before we left the village for Lagos on the second day after the meeting, my mother specially prayed for us – me and my wife.

Our journey back to Lagos was a success. We got to our Lagos’s home safe and sound.

A MONTH LATER:

I traveled to the village for the final atonement rituals.

It was a night ritual. The rituals would take three nights to be completed.

Meanwhile I have made available every requirement for the rituals even before my homecoming. I gave Amadi the money to buy those things on the list. The list was a very large sheet of paper. The requirements included both male and female goats, different species of fowl, tubers of yam, tortoise, lizard, small locally made baskets, red and white cloths, to mention but few. In fact, I couldn’t go through the list to the end when it was sent to me because the requirements were outrageous and confusing. It was a huge amount of money I coughed out.

Three days later, everything was done successfully.

After two days of the successful rituals, in the company of Amadi, we visited the seer to confirm the success of the atonement rituals.

Fortunately, the rituals were successful. Those at the underworld were said to have accepted their sacrifices and our pleas were heard and wishes granted. And they have tempered Justice with mercy.

BACK TO LAGOS:

Barely four months, I got promoted at work.
I came home and broke the good news to my wife. You need to see how happy she was.

‘…honey, congratulations once again. This calls for a big celebration’, she said while staring at my promotion letter in amusement.’Meanwhile, just go and take off your clothes, shower and come to the dining room. Let me get the food ready. And don’t forget to get us wine from the bar, it has to be the most expensive one o!’, she said to me and dashed into the kitchen while I moved to the room.

I hurriedly changed, took my bath and made my way to the dining section.

On getting to the dining, the food has been served already. So I took my seat waiting for my wife to join me. Moments later, she joined me and took her seat as well.

I blessed the food. Then I opened the plate of food in my front. Lo and behold, what I saw inside the plate got me perplexed. I took a stare at my wife, she beckoned me to go ahead and see for myself. It was a customized white envelope with a touch of red. I brought out the envelope, turned the other side of it, boldly written on the envelope was: ‘YOU ARE GOING TO BE A DAD’.

You need to see how I joyfully jumbed up in jubilation. I hugged my wife tightly. ‘Honey, like for real, I am going to be a father?’, I asked with curiosity.

‘Yes’, she nodded in affirmative.

I anxiously uncovered the envelope and it was a pregnancy test result. The result was positive. Indeed my wife was pregnant.

It was a double celebration in my household that fateful day.

NINE MONTHS LATER:

My wife finally put to bed.

It was a triplet. Bouncing babies — two boys and a girl.

Finally, cries of babies were heard in my house.

Our joys know no bounds.

THE END…!!!

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My Sexcapedes Episode 38

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY EIGHT: ❣️

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…we arrived in Onitsha the following morning. The journey was very successful. On touching down Onitsha, we boarded a bus straight to the village.

The meeting was far beyond the peace talk we had anticipated.

It was full of agony, pain and tears…

THE CONTINUATION:

The scene of the meeting was in our compound in the village, under the giant mango tree.

I sat with my wife on a bench. Adjacent to me from the right was Susan who sat on a plastic chair while to my left adjacent sat my mother on a plastic chair. Amadi sat in front of us all. At the center stood a table and on it was a stainless tray pan housing kola nuts, garden-egg and ‘okwa oji (groundnut paste) while beside the tray were bottles of beer drinks, malt, gin and wine.

As the custom demanded, I presented the tray of kola to Amadi. He received the kola with thanks and returned the tray to me to bless. ‘Oji Eze anaghachi na Ezena aka”(the kola nut has journeyed back to him who brought it)’, he muttered.

I stood up, took the tray of kola nuts back to Amadi ‘With the power bestowed on me as the ‘isi Obi’(head of the family), Ichie Amadi, I give you the go ahead power to break the kolanut,’ I said and handed the tray to him.

Amadi cleared his throat and began the prayer with a kola nut in his hand. After blessing it, he broke it and removed the four tiny ‘eyes’ of the kola nut, each from each of the four lobes. He muttered some incantations, then threw all the four ‘eyes’ of the kola nut to the ground to open the eyes and ears of our ancestors. After some prayers, Amadi then threw the entire four lobes to the ground, inviting the ancestors to come and eat and answer the prayers being offered to them. The major prayer point was peace and unity. He broke another kola nut, took one lobe and signaled I should come and share the remaining.

I did the sharing. I took it to my mother first. She took a garden egg, deep into the groundnut paste before eating. I drived the tray of the kola nut towards Susan but she politely declined it.

‘No. Thank you..’, she said.

‘No, you have to partake,’ Amadi interrupted.
‘It’s a feast communion to share peace and love. It’s life. Feast with us,’ he said to Susan.‘Go back, let her take whichever one she wants to eat’, he instructed me.

I did just as Amadi instructed.

Susan reluctantly took a garden egg to eat.

My wife was the last person I presented the tray to take hers before taking mine too. It was the kola nut I took. I ate it with alligator pepper.

We all ate. Then watered the kola down with drinks. Because there were varieties of drinks to choose from.

Then, the meeting started off properly.

Amadi cleared his throat before beginning to speak: ‘..i really appreciate you all for honoring my invitation,’ he paused. ‘Already, I believed, we all know why we are here today. I am not going to talk too much. Because I have done the talking already with each and everyone of you, mostly, on the phone,’ he sighed before continuing. ‘An elder doesn’t sit at home and watch a tattered goat deliver. I must be sincere with you all, what is happening in my late brother’s household is not a thing of joy to me. Mind you, I didn’t call this meeting for judgment nor did I call this meeting for condemnation. But for peace. I want peace and unity in my late brother’s household. The atrocity has been made. And those who committed the atrocity have realized the gravity of their mistake and all they are asking for is nothing but forgiveness and the way forward. We have to forgive them. Because to err is human, to forgive is divine..’

‘My husband, how could they do this? It’s a sacrilege. This single act of theirs contributed to what killed my son, Jude. Tell me, how do I forgive them? With which heart will the forgiveness come from?’, my mother cried out in tears. Then started cleaning her eyes with her wrapper.

Amidst my mother cleaning her tears with her wrapper, I leaned forward and went down on my knees before her. My wife joined me.

‘Mama, I have hurted you so much. I know that I am not worthy to be called your son again. But I am on my knees to ask for your mercy and forgiveness. What happened was a great mistake but I am promising you that such ugly thing will not happen again. Please mother, find a place in your heart to forgive me. I promise to right my wrongs..’, I pleaded amid my own tears.

‘Mama, if there is no sin there will be no forgiveness. I know they have sinned against God and humanity. But please forgive us all. Accept us back and let’s live like one big family..,’ my wife added.

Meanwhile before I could know what was going on, Susan was already kneeling beside my wife, sobbing in regret.

‘Mama, I am very sorry because I have wronged you badly. Please forgive us all. It’s all my fault. Though I did what I have to do to protect and keep the lineage of your son, Jude, my late husband..’

‘To protect him or to kill him?’, my mother interrupted.

‘Mama, to protect his lineage. My husband was impotent. He couldn’t get a woman pregnant because of his medical impairment..’

‘My son impotent?’, my mother asked in great surprise and disbelief.

‘Yes mama. And in order for his lineage not to be lost, I have to do what I did. If I tell you that I didn’t regret my actions, then I am a big liar. I am sorry Mama. Please find a place in your heart to forgive me, please..’ Susan was pleading when Amadi interrupted.

‘My wife, the deed has been done. And we cannot kill or send them to exile. Instead, we have to forgive them. Because when an elder beats a child with the right hand, they use the left hand to console the child,’ he paused. ‘My wife, please forgive them. Let peace rain. Peace fosters unity and togetherness among family members. Peace is a sign of understanding, tolerance, selflessness, patience and forgiveness within the family.The importance of peace cannot be overemphasized in any family. Peace is a valuable treasure..’ Amadi added.

TO Be Continued

My Sexcapedes Episode 37

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY SEVEN: ❣️

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…I never gave up hope. Each minute of the day, I kept calling and texting her asking for forgiveness. I even explained to her what Susan told me was her reason luring me into her bed.

But on a fateful night, I called my wife to ask if she had forgiven me and as well know when she would come back home because the house has been nothing without her.

Do you know what?

I got the biggest shock of my life that day..

THE CONTINUATION:

The shock came amid our conversation via the phone on a Friday night.

What did I do wrong to deserve what I got from my wife?

The only offense I committed that moment was asking my wife when she would come back home because my life has been empty without her. In fact, ever since she left, the house has been very empty.

In a gentle and calm voice capable of melting a heart, I pleaded with her: ‘..I love you dearly. I see my happiness and joy in you, you are my world. Without you my life is meaningless. A day in my life without you feels like a year without you,’ I paused. ‘I’m not the strongest one, my life is becoming a mess without you, sweetheart, please come back to me. I need you in my life. My life is so empty without you. Please come back home,’ I pleaded on the phone that night.

‘Steven, you broke me down. You shattered my heart. I never believed that you could do this to me,’ she paused. ‘I remember vividly well when I accosted you, pressing to know the relationship between you and your brother’s wife, Susan. Because what I saw was far deep from a mere relationship. But you looked into my eyes and lied to me,’ she heaved a heavy sigh. ‘Steve, all I have to tell you is that my heart doesn’t belong to you anymore. I don’t see us together again. I think you should continue your life with Susan because from all indications, she’s still in love with you..’,Lucy was saying.

Although, to me, everything she said sounded like a joke. And at the same time, it sounded so real. In fact, I was in a very confused state of mind. It was as if my world was coming to an end. I was left totally flashgerbated.

What’s the problem? Is it not my past we are talking about here? How could she? But of the truth, my sins don’t deserve such severe punishment na. Just like that? She would throw away a marriage of about twenty years? No! I had to talk sense into her. I said all these to myself before summoning up courage to talk to her again.

‘My love, I know I have offended you. But please, forgive me. We have come a long way to let go now. We cannot just allow what we have suffered for years to sleep off our hands now. Baby m, please give me a second chance. I promise you, I will make it up to you,’ I sighed. ‘Honey, please give me a chance again. I promise, I will remarry you again. I will renew the vows we had years ago. Let’s start a new chapter again. I am fixing things – I am putting right to my wrongs..’, I was pleading with her.

‘Steven, I hope you will be at home come this Sunday?’, she asked.

‘Yes’, I replied amid fading excitement. ‘You are coming home?’, I curiously asked while holding my breath patiently waiting for a Yes answer.

‘I am coming to take my remaining things in your house. I am done with this marriage’, she shattered my much expected happiness.

‘Baby please, don’t do this to me. Please forgive me,’ I sighed. ‘What have I not gone through? Baby haven’t I suffered enough for you to forgive me? Your people have locked me up in the police station. They have beaten me blue and black. For God sake, I have suffered enough. Forgive me, please…’

‘Steven, see you on Sunday. 5:00pm. Have a nice day,’ she said and ended the call without allowing me to even complete my statement.

I immediately called back but the number was switched off. You really need to see me, I was totally the shadow of my former self. My entire body was soaked with sweat as if I was drenched with water. My sanity disappeared in thin air.

I slumped on the bed while wallowing in the ocean of thought.

Every now and then, I kept trying Lucy’s number but her phone was totally switched off.

Even the following day being Saturday, my wife’s line was still switched off.

Although, one thing I refused to believe was the intuition that Lucy has moved on. I know I have hurted her, but for her to move on just like that, considering what we have shared together, was unacceptable for me. I would bet my life on that. Lucy was just pulling my legs. I concluded while patiently waiting for Sunday to come.

Finally, the much anticipated Sunday came with its beautiful and glamorous weather. But Sunday was heavily pregnant. As much as I was downcast while waiting for what the day would deliver, I made sure that I tied up everywhere and even cooked. I prepared delicious rice and stew. And as I was waiting for the appointed time, I fixed my gaze on the clock, patiently waiting for the time to come.

Immediately it was 5:15pm, Lucy landed like a container. She came with her car. I watched her as she made her way into the house.

I waited for her at the door. She knocked. I opened the door for her. Then went down on my knees pleading for forgiveness. I pleaded to the extent I started shedding tears.

At some point, amid tears too, she extended a helping hand to me. I leaned on them and stood to my feet.

‘Don’t break my heart again,’she warned.

‘I will not. I will never. I promise you. Please forgive me. Don’t leave me,’ I cried out.

‘I have forgiven you. I am not leaving you. I can’t leave you,’she replied.

‘For real?’, I anxiously asked

‘Yes’, she nodded

‘Thank you baby. I promise I will never hurt you again,’ I really made the promise from the deep of my heart. As we kissed and hugged passionately.

‘I thought you were leaving me truly. That you are here to pack your things just like you said on the phone,’ I added.

‘Don’t mind me. I didn’t mean it. We have come a long way to end it now. I am back home now..’ my wife said.

I was over the moon that day. In fact, I treated my wife like the queen she was. I served her food and fed her myself like a baby. At the end, I took her to the bathroom and bathed her like a baby.

We ended the whole thing in the bedroom. The rest was history.

****
Ichie Amadi was one person I don’t joke with. I always tell him everything that happened during this course of my journey. I told him about Jude’s impotency. Even with my reconciliation with my wife, I let him know how it happened without leaving any stone unturned.

Amadi wanted nothing but peace in our family. He vowed to unite us all together like one. Susan was not exempted. In fact, Amadi was full of praise for Susan. ‘..she is a brave woman. But my problem is that she chose to fight the course in the wrong way..’

At a point, Amadi requested to speak with Susan. I sent Susan’s number to him. They had a conversation. According to Amadi, it was a fruitful conversation. Although he did not tell me what they discussed.

One fateful day, I received a call from Amadi that I should come home with my wife for a peace talk. He informed me that he invited Susan and my mother as well.

I was really happy to hear that. I informed my wife and she was very much okay with it as well. So we started preparation for the trip to the village.

It was in a month’s time.

TWENTY SEVEN DAYS LATER:

Three days to the meeting, we left Lagos for the village. We boarded a Luxurious night bus.

We arrived in Onitsha the following morning. The journey was very successful. On touching down Onitsha, we boarded a bus straight to the village.

But the meeting was far beyond the peace talk we had anticipated.

It was full of agony, pain and tears…

Watch out for the next episode to read how it unfolded.

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My Sexcapedes Episode 36

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY SIX: ❣️

I was at home one fateful Sunday when Susan came to accost me. I welcomed her though.

‘..Steven, what are all these nonsense I am hearing about?’, she yelled.

‘Susan, what’s the meaning of this madness this morning? So you came to my house early this morning to shout at me?’, I sighed. ‘Susan, please let me be. I am trying to come out from the mess you put me into. Enough is enough!’.

‘Oh, it’s true? So it is true that you are going about confessing what we had as a secret? Steve, what do you intend to achieve? To exonerate yourself and leave me as a bad person, eh?’, she continued yelling.

‘Susan, do you know the level of mess you put me into? Do you know the level of damage you have caused me? Do you know the level of destruction you have done in my life?,’ I paused. ‘Anyway, I wouldn’t blame you because only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. What I can’t do is to remain silent while my life is crumbling. I am doing all I can to save myself from the destruction you have subjected me into. Susan, please leave me alone. Stay away from me. You are ev||…’

‘I am evi|, ehn?’, she asked amid tears. ‘I did all I have to do just to make sure that your brother’s lineage is safed. Do you think it was an easy decision for me? But it’s a sacrifice I had to make for the sake of my marriage..’

‘Susan please spare me this your emotional blackmailing,’ I interrupted. ‘What sacrifice are you talking about? That you manipulated and took advantage of my naiveness for your own s£xua| interest?..’

‘Steven enough! I did it because your brother, my husband, was an impotent. He was unable to get me pregnant. I am sorry you had to be involved in the whole thing..’

‘Jude, impotent?’, I had to ask in great surprise.

‘Yes, he’s impotent. Although I didn’t tell him. As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even know about his impotence,’ she paused. ‘It happened that at some point in our marriage, I was so much worried to the extent I had to indirectly run the test on him. But unfortunately, the result clearly showed that he couldn’t get a woman pregnant. So I had to do what I did just for the continuity of his lineage’, she explained while still crying.

Silent prevailed. I couldn’t believe what I heard. Jude, an impotent? I kept on asking myself. If not for Susan having presented to me the result, I wouldn’t have believed her claim against my late brother. But she has proved her claim beyond every reasonable doubt.

‘Have you ever cared to ask yourself why didn’t your brother get me pregnant all this while even after the birth of Paul and Peter?’, Susan asked.

I couldn’t answer her. As I bowed my head in thought.

‘Anyway, I have already found myself in this mess. The abominable act is the reason my marital tree has not borne fruit. According to the divination, the spirit of my late father and that of my brother, Jude, are very angry with me. Even my ancestors are against me for the taboo I committed with you’, I paused. ‘The solution to all is atonement. And for the angry spirits to be appeased, I have to confess. So I had no other option than to let the cat out of the bag,’ I explained.

‘I am very sorry that I had to involve you in all this. But I just want you to know the reason I had to do what I did,’ she paused. In a sober reflection, she continued: ‘Although, along the course, I allowed my flesh to take absolute control of me. But you wouldn’t entirely blame me because every woman needs a man who gives her attention, care, love and s£xua| satisfaction. That was the more reason I became selfish — and wanted you all for myself,’ she sighed. ‘Steven, I am not the devil you think of me. Secondly, if tomorrow I had the opportunity to choose between you and any other man in this world, I will not hesitate to pick you. I had the best memory of my life with you. I love you so much’, Susan said in tears and left my house crying.

I really felt sorry for her.

****
I was swimming in the ocean of thoughts when my phone rang. I took a glance and it was a strange number. Reluctantly, I had to pick. It was my wife’s boss at her place of work.

Firstly, she introduced herself. Then I had to greet her after learning she was the one.

‘Good afternoon ma’.

‘My son, how are you?’.

‘Madam, if I tell you that I am fine, it means I am a liar.’

‘It’s well my son. Have you managed to reach to your wife?’.

‘No ma. I have done all my possible best but all to no avail’.

‘I called to fulfill my promise to you. I will forward your wife’s new number to you now. I wish you all the best..’ she briefly said.

You really need to see how happy I was hearing the news. I thanked her so much.

Shortly, a message popped up on my phone. It was the number.

I had to call my wife with a different phone number. She picked. On hearing my voice, she ended the call. I called several times but she refused to pick up. Instead, she switched off her phone.

I composed a text message expressing how deeply sorry I was. Then I sent it to her. The message was later delivered and she read it.

In the late hour of the same day, I called my wife on the phone and luckily for me, she picked up. Not just that, she also gave me a listening ear that night. I pleaded with her for forgiveness. But after all I said, my wife didn’t say even a word to me. Instead, she ended the call when I was done talking.

I never gave up hope. Each minute of the day, I kept calling and texting her asking for forgiveness. I even explained to her what Susan told me was her reason luring me into her bed.

But on a fateful night, I called my wife to ask if she had forgiven me and as well know when she would come back home because the house has been nothing without her.

Do you know what?

I got the biggest shock of my life that day..

To Be Continued…

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My Sexcapedes Episode 35

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY FIVE: ❣️

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..I thought my truth shall set me free, but now, it seems like my truth has landed me into more trouble. I started this journey in the hope of setting my marriage free from the bondage of barrenness, but now, it seems like I have finally shattered the marriage myself.

Should I have kept the secrets all to myself?..’, I was crying out loud in regret. But no one was available to console me.

My fear. My dream. All had come to pass.

THE CONTINUATION:

Ever since my wife left my house with her things, her phone has been off. I have not been able to reach her. I have gone to her father’s house time without numbers, there were no traces of her in the house at all. Even their neighbors, estate security, all of them said that they have not set their eyes on her for a very long time. Likewise Annabel, my wife’s friend, denied seeing her. Though, at first, I didn’t believe Annabel, but I have trailed her to her house severely to no avail — she wasn’t in her house.

The worst part of it was that my wife has stopped going to work. Because I have been to her place of work several times and I didn’t see her. Though when Annabel told me that, I didn’t believe her not until three different people in her place of work told me the same.

One fateful day, I was so courageous enough to go see my wife’s boss in her office. I waited about thirty minutes before it was my turn to see her. Her secretary was the person that ushered me into her office. I wore a smile and a perfect touch of gentleman.

‘Good day gentleman’, she greeted me.

‘Good day ma’, I replied to her greeting.

‘Please have a seat’, she said while showing me the seat.

‘Thank you very much, ma,’ I said after sitting down.

‘Please how may I help you?’, she asked.

‘While, I am Mr Steven Eze. The husband of Lucy Eze..’

‘Oh, you mean my own Lucy?’, she interrupted.

‘Yea’, I nodded in affirmation.

‘Wow, it’s nice meeting you’, she said amid a smile.

‘My pleasure’.

‘So to what do I owe this visit?’, she asked.

‘Madam, please I need your help. I have some issues with my wife and she left my house to God-knows-where. Her phone has been off. In fact, it has been two weeks now. I have not seen my wife and I haven’t been able to communicate with her,’ I had to narrate. ‘ Please help me ma’, I pleaded.

‘Mr Steven, I don’t know how to come in here,’ she paused. ‘ Actually, Lucy came to me weeks ago requesting for an emergency leave. Her reasons being that she was sick and she had a family issue to also deal with. Lucy was like a daughter to me. And seeing how peeled she looked, I granted her the permission to go heal herself and her marriage. Although I tried to intervene, but she was not ready to talk to me about the whole thing..’ she explained.

‘Madam, I am worried. Please did she by chance tell you where she was going?’, I had to ask.

‘I am sorry, she didn’t’, she said.

‘God!’, I screamed out in pain. ‘I am doomed. What have I gotten myself into?..’

‘Mr Steven, you have to take it easy. The solution to your problem is prayer..’

‘Ma, what of her phone number, you have it?’, I had to ask.

‘Lucy’s phone number I have with me, I don’t think she’s still using that number because I have tried reaching her several times but the line has not been available,’ she paused. ‘It seems like she changed her line because the last time she called, it was with a strange number. Though I didn’t save the number on my phone’, she explained.

‘Madam, please can you help me to go through your call logs..to know if you can figure out the new number she used to call you, please ma’, I pleaded.

‘I don’t think so because it has been a long time since she called with that number,’ she explained while flipping through her phone in search of the number. ‘When I wanted to reach out to her, I searched for that number but I didn’t find it again on my phone..’, she heaved a sigh. ‘The number is no longer on my phone. But don’t worry, anyday she reaches out to me again, I will send the number across to you. I promise you that. Meanwhile, keep on with your efforts in search of her, you will find her one day. Although I know she’s not lost. Probably, she needed privacy to cool off her head, eh?’.

‘Okay ma’, I nodded.

‘Be praying over it as well. The lord is your strength,’ she added while dipping her hand in her drawer. ‘This is my complimentary card. Call me so I will save your number on my phone,’ she handed me the card.

Even if my wife was not staying with Annabel, there was no way the two would not be in touch. I was very much convinced that Annabel knew where my wife hid. Probably she was just acting according to the instructions of not telling me. I have pleaded with Annabel several times, that even if she would not tell me where my wife was, at least, let me have her contact so as to reach her via the phone. But Annabel kept lying to my face that she didn’t know my wife’s whereabouts and didn’t have her contact.

As such, I have trailed Annabel several times so as to know if I would get a lead from her but all to no avail. I have also accosted Annabel several times, to the extent of using many tricks on her including threat, mouthwatering incentives, even, I have gone down to my knees to plead with her but all my efforts were all futile.

Meanwhile I have contacted Ichie Amadi to let him know the situation of things. But he assured me light at the end of the tunnel. He had gone to AFA(divination) with my wife’s name just to find out her condition. The result was positive — she was hale and hearty. She went to her father’s place to hide. That were the revelations.

However, I have called about three of my wife’s aunts who could harbor her in their house, but they all denied seeing her, not talk of harboring her. Instead, they all teamed up against me. They mounted a lot of pressure on me with a deadline to provide their daughter to them or I face their wrath.

Ever since I confessed my sins to my mother, she has refused to pick my calls. Even when I used a different number to call her, whenever she picked and learned it was me, she would end the call and blacklist the number. Meanwhile Amadi has been in touch with my mother trying to appeal to her angry spirit but she was finding it very difficult to forgive me. Although the last time I spoke with Amadi on the issue, he told me there were a lot of breakthroughs. That my mother needed time to accept the fact that the deed had been done. That in due time, she would forgive me.

Anytime I cried to Amadi about the disappearance of my wife and how her people had been on my neck to find their daughter for them, he would laugh it off and encourage me not to lose my sanity. ‘..my son, what your inlaws are doing are the right things to do. Nevertheless, don’t lose your sanity. But you have hurt your wife and mother so badly that they need time to heal. Keep on doing your best. I am assuring you that after rain, comes sunshine,’ Amadi would tell.

****

TO Be Continued

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..should I keep the secret to myself?

Because confessing to my wife would probably prompt her into leaving the marriage. I contemplated amid fear, confusion and frustration.

THE CONTINUATION:

It was not as if I did not want my marriage to be free from the shackles of barrenness.

Of the truth, I want to confess my sins to my wife. But the fear of the unknown was my greatest fear.

What if I tell my wife, how would she absorb the whole thing? What would be the fate of my marriage aftermath? What if, after hearing the whole truth, she decided to leave the marriage? These and many more were the questions I kept asking myself amid our journey back to Lagos.

I was of the wish for our journey not to come to an end. Because facing my wife with the truth was something I wasn’t sure I could handle. I must tell you, I was panicking.

Amidst my journey of tribulation, I dozed off to sleep.

BLACKOUT!

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A FAINTING LIGHT BRIGHTENED.

Mirabel was a very beautiful, charming young lady. She was a type who doesn’t need to dress half nak£d to be se+y because she was aesthetically appealing and seduct|ve in nature. She was tall in height, very curvy and well endowed with her bosom. Yellow in complexion.

Mirabel has been my secretary for the past two years. She has been having a crush on me. Apart from the day I overheard her discussing how deep she was in love with me with her friend in the office, I have already seen the signals severally from her.

This was a lady who, while coming into my office to drop files on my table, she would expose her cleavages outside in delight of my sight. She would draw her skirt up to her knees exposing her mouthwatering long and straight legs and se+y thighs.

Meanwhile Mirabel knew very well that I was married. In fact, she knew my wife and the home she came from. Ironically, Mirabel was a friend to my wife.

The day I fell into Mirabel’s trap was the day she came to work wearing a mini-skirt. That day, she brought some files for me and while explaining some things to me In the file, her breasttt nearly fell out from her bra into my mouth. Because she stood beside me, bending, while I was seated. I was deeply lost in lust at that moment. She was aware that I was very much aroused, therefore, she increased her seduct|on.

The sexduct|on got to a point where I couldn’t control myself again, I grabbed her like a hungry lion. Mirabel reciprocated the energy back. We had a quickie to calm the hungry sexua|| beast in us.

That was how my s£xua| journey with my secretary, Mirabel, started off.

We engaged in series of sexcapades, both in the office, car and hotel.

One fateful day, I was all alone with Mirabel in the office working extra time just to finish up with a project. The rest of the workers have gone home. At some point, one thing led to another, we found ourselves in a very deep romance. Mirabel was a very naughty lady who happened to be an expert whenever it comes to romanticness.

While Mirabel was caress|ng and smooch|ng me, she had already reached down to my trouser. Before I could know what was happening, my pr|ck has already escaped from the dreaded prison of my pants. Mirabel handled my d|ck without an iota of respect considering the fact I was her boss. You need to see the way this girl played with my pr|ck as if it was a toy. In fact, in a twinkling of an eye, my d!ck was already inside her mouth. She sucked my d|ck as if she was licking a candy. At one point, she took me to the climax – using her tongue to tickle the tip of my d!ck. The sensation alone spurred me into using my hand to scatter my table. Even, I used my hand to sweep away everything on the table including my laptop. My laptop crashed that very day.

When I couldn’t hold the excitement anymore, I lifted Mirabel like a lap of a cow meat onto my office table. I pushed out Mirabel’s breasttts and descended on them like a baby who had been craving and crying for suck. On reaching down her pu$$y, everywhere was terribly wet, inviting me to slide in. I had to obey the clarion call. I gradually penetrated. Then I started thrusting. The sweetness and tightness of Mirabel pu$y made me feel on top of the world. To the extent that my wife walked into my office without either of us noticing her present.

“Mirable! So this is what you do with my husband in the office?..’, my wife yelled in anger.

Just then, we realized ourselves. Before we could cover our nakednessss, my wife had left my office in anger and tears. I immediately dressed up and went after her. But before I could get to the car park, she had zoomed off already.

I ran back to the office, took my briefcase and car key. Then I headed home with great speed. Even when I had a flat tire on my way, I didn’t stop. But unfortunately, before I could get home, my wife had packed her things and left my house with my children.

‘Noooo!’, I screamed out loud.

Amid my screaming, I woke up.

It was a dream!

I was sweating profusely, staring at everyone inside the motor in total loss. At a point, i started contemplating about the dream.

‘..the end part of this dream, could it be a revelation of what is about to befall upon me if I go ahead confessing to my wife?. Could it be a warning to me not to confess my sins to my wife?..’, I was contemplating.

But in the end, I was of the hope that the dream of mine would never come to pass.

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Our journey to Lagos finally came to an end. We landed in Lagos very safely.

I got home and was very much welcomed by my wife. You really need to see how happy she was to see me back home after days of my absence around her. She told me how much she has missed me and how the house has been boring without me, this and that. Though I played along. I pretended as if everything was alright. My wife was really overwhelmed with excitement to the extent she was unable to observe the pretense that was clearly written all over me.

Lucy was the best thing that happened to me. This lady has brought a lot of luck in my life. She has also sacrificed a lot in this marriage. She has gone through a lot in this marriage. So this was how I would pay her back? By telling her I have been sleeping with my brother’s wife to the extent of having children with her? How would I even start telling her? Where would I start from? How would she absorb the heartbreak? All these I was asking myself while staring at the food she brought for me to eat. The truth was, I don’t have an appetite for food. And I dare not reject her food.

Amid my contemplation, I never knew that my wife was standing beside me watching me soliloquising. I was totally absentminded.

‘Honey, what’s the problem?’, she asked.

‘Nothing baby’, I replied with a pretense smile.

‘You can’t tell me there’s nothing. A lot is wrong. Do you know how long I have been standing here watching you? Look at the food I brought to you, you have not even opened the plate not to talk of eating,’she paused and started patting my back and head like a baby. ‘Honey, look at me. Tell me, what’s the problem with you? Share the problem with me and we will fight it together as one. I assure you, we will come out victorious’.

‘Baby, I am sorry,’ I began.

‘Sorry for what? You have not wronged me na’, she said smiling.

‘I have wronged you very badly honey. Please find a place in your heart to forgive me..’, I pleaded.

‘Wronged me? How?’, she asked in great confusion.

‘I-I-I am the reason for everything that’s going wrong in our marriage. I mean our childlessness..’

‘You? How?’, she asked with curiosity, disengaging from me while her smile gradually faded away.

‘Because of my past atrocities against God and humanity..’

‘Steven, how? What are you talking about?’, she anxiously asked.

‘Susan lured me into sleeping with her all these while I was living with my brother. In fact, I am the father of the twins, Peter and Paul’, I released the bombshell.

‘Steven, tell me this is a joke. Please tell me I am dreaming. Tell me it’s a lie. Can someone please wake me up from this daydream..’, she cried bitterly.

‘I am sorry. It’s all my fault. My past is what’s hunting our marriage. Please, find a place in your heart to forgive me. I am sorry…’, I was pleading while on my knees.

‘Steve, I regret ever knowing you. Do you know what you have put me through all these years of our marriage?,’ she paused, sobbing uncontrollably. ‘ How could you? How could you Steve? You are very wicked. Even when I accosted you on that, you denied it. You refused to tell me the truth. Instead, you made me believe that nothing was going on between you and Susan while as it was all lies…’ she was yelling in anger amid tears and regrets.

‘I am sorry. Please forgive me..’, that was all I could do and say.

After all said and done, Lucy angrily dashed inside the house abandoning me in the sitting room on my knees. Unfortunately, before I could close my eyes and open it, my wife was heading out of the house with her bags in tears.

I rushed her and held her back for her not to leave.

‘I am tired of this marriage. I’m going back to my father’s house..’, she was saying while dragging herself and her luggages out from my captive.

‘Baby please, don’t leave me. Don’t abandon me halfway. You are all I have. I am sorry. Please forgive me. I am fixing things — I am putting right to my wrongs..’, I was on my knees, pleading.

But my pleadings fell on deaf ears. Because after all said and done, Lucy still left the house to God-knows-where. However, she was not going back to her father’s house, I am very much sure of that. Because her father’s lonely house was a torment to her — it always reminded her of her late parents.

‘God!’, I screamed in the pool of my tears. ‘Look at what I have gotten myself into. I am now an abandoned person. What should I do now? How do I go about all this now? Who should I run to?

I thought my truth shall set me free, but now, it seems like my truth has landed me into more trouble. I started this journey on a hope of setting my marriage free from the bondage of barrenness, but now, it seems like I have finally shattered the marriage myself.

Should I have kept the secrets all to myself?..’, I was crying out loud in regret. But no one was available to console me.

My fear. My dream. All had come to pass.

To Be Continued..

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‘My son, what sacrilege have you committed?’, Amadi asked on our way home.

I opened my mouth but nothing seemed to be coming out from my mouth..

THE CONTINUATION:

‘Ichie Amadi, it’s too heavy to say out’, I finally stuttered.

‘You have to say it out no matter how heavy it’s. Because the destiny of your marriage now lies in your hands,’ Amadi said.

I heaved a heavy deep breath before saying a word: ‘The bush has an ear. Ichie, when we get home, I will tell you everything that happened..’

‘No problem’, he paused. ‘It’s sunset already. We have to walk fast because I have a meeting to attend’, Amadi said.

‘Which meeting again?’, I asked.

‘The family meeting.’

‘Okay’.

‘But you have to present in the meeting today since you are around’.

‘It’s necessary?’, I had to ask him.

‘You have to. Since your father and your brother are no more, you are now the head of the family.’

‘Let’s be going. When we get home first..’

We continued the journey. I wallowed in the ocean of thought. How do I do this? What would be my mother’s reaction? Will my wife forgive me for my atrocities? I was asking myself.

Few moments later, we got home. Of the truth, I was afraid to speak out. But I had no option than to tell him the truth. Amadi was one person I couldn’t lie to because he was more of a doctor to me. So I need to be truthful to him.

We ended up in his Obi. He brought out the remaining palm for us to water the tasty beast inside of us. Few minutes, food was served to us by his wife. It was roasted yam and oil sauce. The delicious oil sauce was made of local ingredients — utazi leaf, ugba( African oil bean seed) pepper and a little touch of salt.

I managed to eat with Amadi despite the fact I have lost my appetite for food. Though I did not eat much. But I took a lot of the palm wine just to raise my morale so as to enable me to speak.

‘Ichie Amadi, indeed I have committed an atrocity. I don’t even know where to start telling you this..’

‘My son, please speak out and let me know where to come into this situation. The earlier the better’.

‘Ichie Amadi, you know I stayed with my brother for a very long time before finally getting an apartment of my own. My late brother, Jude, is a man who spent more of his time outside of his home because of his business and political engagements,’ I paused. ‘But along the line, something happened between me and his wife, Susan. Ichie, it wasn’t of my will but Susan lured me into it. I-I-I..’, I began stammering.

‘I-I-I what? Why the stammer all of a sudden? What happened?’, he paused. ‘I don’t want to believe what I am thinking’, Amadi asked with curiosity amidst disappointment that clearly started clouding in his look.

‘Ichie Amadi, it’s exactly what you are thinking. Susan lured me to the bed with the promise of giving me a job,’ I sighed. ‘I fell victim as a result of my desperation and naiveness.’

‘Aru! Abomination! How could you? Your brother’s wife?’, Amadi exclaimed while snapping his fingers.

I buried my head in shame. I was full of regret.

‘Ichie, I must confess, I am the owner of my brother’s children..’

‘You mean the Umu Ejima(twins)?’, he asked in surprise.

I nodded my head.

‘Aru! This is a big sacrilege,’ he said while still snapping his fingers in disbelief.

Silence prevailed. Even the birds ceased their chorus after hearing my abominable acts. I could read the disappointment on Amadi’s face. As he was shaking his legs, snapping his fingers and shrugging off his shoulders in disbelief.

‘Who else is aware of this abomination?’, Amadi broke the silence.

‘Nobody except me and Susan’, I replied.

Amadi heaved a heavy sigh before continuing: ‘While, the deed has been done. What we should focus on now is the appeasement and atonement’, he paused. ‘Go to Afor market and buy kolanut. By sunrise tomorrow morning, pray with the kolanut. First, seek forgiveness from the creator. Then, call upon our ancestors, all the spirits in our vicinity..(he mentioned them), the spirits of your late father and that of your brother, seek for their forgiveness too. Break the kola nut after the prayer and throw the robes on the ground, summoning them to come eat’, he paused. ‘You have to visit both your father and brother’s graves. Speak to them. Ask for their forgiveness. Tell them how sorry you are. Do this the same way you would have done it if they were still alive. Do this at night or anytime you can focus and be uninterrupted. Get comfortable. Be focused and think of the person, see them in your mind and remember them as they were,’ he paused, sipping his palm wine before continuing: ‘My son, in your mind, recall what you did that you feel sorry for. In your mind, visualize how it would have hurt the person if they were alive to hear this. Feel your own sorrow for having hurt them. In your mind, ask the person to forgive you. Sit quietly and breathe evenly. Relax and be at peace and feel forgiveness come into your heart. You may have to do this practice more than once, but it will work.’ Amadi concluded.

‘Ichie Amadi, is that all?’, I asked inquisitively.

‘That’s not all. These rituals are just the beginning. We still have other rituals to carry out’, he paused. ‘Secondly, you have to confess your sins to your wife and your mother. Their forgiveness is very paramount on this quest. After all these, come home for the final rituals,’ he concluded.

‘But can I start the ritual tonight or do I have to pray tomorrow morning first before visiting their graves?’, I had to ask.

‘You can visit their graves tonight. As for the kola nut prayer, you have to do that at sunrise tomorrow morning. I hope you know that the prayer has to be outdoor, not indoor?’.

‘Yes, I know’, I replied.

‘The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step. Go home. Do the ones I asked you to do, then we move to the next level’, Amadi concluded.

‘Thank you very much Ichie Amadi. I really appreciate you for your concern and efforts so far..,’ I appreciated him so much.

After all said and done that evening, I left for the market to buy the kola nut against the morning ritual while Amadi left for the meeting.

At night, I had a quiet time with my father and my brother in their graves respectively. Indeed I felt relieved and a little bite forgiven after my silent moments with them.

The following morning, I did the morning prayer with the kola nut. At night, I repeated the same rituals — appealing for forgiveness from the dead — and the feeling was exceptional.

The following morning, I left the village to Onitsha to meet with my mother to confess my sin to her and ask for forgiveness having found peace with the dead.

I got to Onitsha that morning. My mother welcomed me very well. She served me food but I refused eating.

‘Nnaa, is everything okay?’, she queried in surprise.

‘Mama, when a fowl has committed an abdominal act, the ground would chase after the foul..’

‘My son, what happened? What have you done?’, she interrupted.

‘Mama, I have done the unimaginable. I have committed a big sacrilege. Please forgive me..’

‘Steven forgive you for what? What have you done? Talk to me and stop giving me high blood pressure,’she yelled.

‘Is about Susan..’

‘What about that w|tch?’, she interrupted.

‘T-t-the twins..’, I stammered.

‘Those bastards..what about them?’, she cut me short.

‘Umu Ejima are not a bastard. They a-ar-ar..’ I was stuttering when she interrupted again.

‘They are what? Stop stammering and talk to me’, she shouted.

‘They are my children, not bastards’, I spilled out.

‘What? How?,’ she asked in disbelief.

‘I am responsible…’

‘You mean you pregnanted your brother’s wife, ehn?’, she asked amid disbelief and confusion.

I had to go down on my knees ‘I am sorry mama. It was the dev|l..’, I was pleading.

‘Dev||?..’

‘Susan lured me into this when I was staying with them. Mama it was the dev||’s handwork..’

She kept silent, watching me in disbelief, trying to digest what I just said now.

‘Steven, I don’t understand. Are you joking or what?’, she asked in confusion.

‘I was having an affair with her right under my brother’s roof’, I said.

‘Steven you are a disgrace to this family. How can you sleep with your brother’s wife? So you too contributed to his death? How can you allow the devil to use you this way? I am very much ashamed of you..’, she was grieving amidst tears and pains.

‘Mama, please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me. Please have mercy upon me..’, I was pleading.

‘Steven, I regret the day you came into my life. Had I known, I would have abandoned you there to be eaten by the hungry pigs. Why have you come into my life to cause me pain and anger? Steven why?..’, she was saying in regret.

‘Mama, I know that I am not worthy to be called your son again but please find a place in your heart to forgive me..’, I pleaded.

I pleaded with her for forgiveness but she refused to forgive me. Instead, she asked me to leave and never to come back. At first, I refused but she insisted on me leaving her house. To the extent she started shouting and crying loudly, attracting the neighbors. Then I had to leave amid confusion and frustration.

I was wandering aimlessly in the street of Onitsha like a mad man. I don’t know what to do next. To go back home to continue pleading with the old woman for forgiveness? Or to go back to Lagos and face my wife? But the worst part of all was that If my mother could react this way, then how would my wife take it. I was asking myself questions upon questions.

I later decided on going back to plead with my mother again. But immediately she sighted me coming, she locked me outside and began shouting I should go and never come back. Before I could know what was happening, her cry and shout started attracting neighbors again.

At some point, I had to leave. I called Ichie Amadi to inform him of the development.

‘You don’t expect that old widow to take it easy on you. What you committed was a big taboo,’ he paused. ‘But go back to Lagos and face your wife. Allow the old woman to absorb the shock. I will speak to her later. She will get through it..’, Amadi was saying to me.

I left for Lagos that night. The journey was horrors and nightmares. I was in a total disarray. Millions of questions raced in my head. If my mother could react this way, how then would my wife handle it? This particular question kept echoing into my head every now and then.

My worst fear was: confessing to my wife would probably prompt her into leaving the marriage. And I was very much afraid to lose her because she was all I have now.

Or should I keep the secret away from Lucy, my wife?

I contemplated amid fear, confusion and frustration..

To Be Continued..

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY TWO: ❣️

After what seemed like forever, I finally summoned up courage to take the bold step in my quest for a child.

I must confess, I had exhausted every available option at my disposal all in the quest for a child. We have had a series of tests, medications, including herbal medicine. We have stepped into many churches — visited many prophets and prophetesses. But all our efforts proved abortive.

Worstill, age was fast catching up with us, especially my wife whom menopause was seriously staring at.

We have waited in God’s time but it seemed like God’s time was not forthcoming again. So I decided to take the bull by its horn.

Not any longer. God can wait.

I made up my mind to travel home. Because it seemed like the solution to my childlessness lay at home. I had revelation to that via a dream.

IN THE DREAM:

I was on the mountain fasting and praying. I have already spent a month on the mountain. Because I vowed never to go home unless God answered my prayer. So I was praying and crying unto God when I had a tap at my back. I turned, behold it was a little child. I was shocked and flasgabatted because how could a little child of such a tender age be able to climb onto such a high mountain. He was about five years old. He was clouded in white regalia.

‘Who are you little child?’, I asked.

‘I am whom I am’, he replied.

‘How did you managed to climb up here?’, I had to ask again.

‘Miracle’, he replied.

‘Who do you say you are again?’, I asked again.

‘I am whom I am’, he insisted.

‘What do you want?’, I asked amid fear. Because, already, fear had gripped me down to my spines.

‘Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you’, his voice echoed again.

‘How?’, I stuttered.

‘Go home — I mean your ancestral home —because what you are looking for in Sokoto is in your Shokoto’, his voice echoed again.

‘How? What do you mean?’, I asked in curiosity.

‘I have given you a clue, find the lead yourself’, he said.

‘But please help me with the lead..’.

Before I could finish my statement, the little child had disappeared in a thin air.

‘Where are you? Where have you gone? Please come and give me the lead..’, I was screaming, pleading.

Amid my screaming, I woke up to reality. It was a dream.

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I was set to go home. I promised myself never to return back without a solution to my problem.

I had to lie to my wife that I was going home to see my mother. That she sent for me.

I traveled to the village. Even my mother was not aware of my homecoming. So on getting to the village, I went straight to Ichie Amadi’s house. He was the only person whom my spirit was very much convinced to meet. He was one of the oldest men in my village. A family member like no other.

When I got to his place, Ichie Amadi welcomed me so much. I met him on his way out but he had to cancel his appointment when I told him how urgent my problem was.

We sat in his Obi. He served me palm wine. So while we were enjoying the palm wine, we engaged in a conversation.

‘Ichie Amadi, our people say that a toad doesn’t run in the daytime for nothing, it’s either the toad is chasing something or something is chasing the toad,’ I began.

‘My son, what’s troubling you? A problem shared is half solved’, he replied.

‘Ichie Amadi, my marriage is about to clock twenty years. But nothing to show for it. Ichie, tell me what marriage is without a child? I have done everything humanly possible all to no avail’, I paused. ‘Our people say that if a wild animal feels itchy, he rubs the itchy part against a tree, but if a human being feels itchy, he runs to a fellow human being for a scratch. Ichie, I am here today for you to help me,’ I concluded.

‘What makes you think I have a solution to your problem?’, ichie Amadi asked.

‘My spirit can’t lead me astray. Besides, I had a dream,’ I paused before continuing. ‘This is my dream:…’, I narrated my dream without leaving any stone unturned.

‘My son, you are welcome. You have taken the right decision coming home to find the root of your problem,’ he paused to take a sip of the palm wine before continuing. ‘Whenever I look at you, what comes into my mind is how my brother, your father, came about you. It was a mystery’, he sighed. ‘I vividly remember the day you were dedicated to Aja, our ancestral deity. Having considered the circumstances behind you, we thought that our ancestors would reject you. But at the end of the ritual, Aja accepted you wholeheartedly. That was the day you became part and parcel of our familyhood. And as long as the sun rises up in the morning, no son of this soil shall not rise. My son, we must get to the root of your problem today,’ he said and surged up like a big masquerade. ‘Follow me, we have a journey ahead’, he continued

I stood up and followed him. We moved. We didn’t take a straight road – it was a thin bush path we took. Just in the twinkling of an eye, we found ourselves in the next village.

‘Ichie Amadi, where are we going?’, I had to ask.

‘To see the great seer of our time. He has a mirror through which you can see what your problem is. Not just that, he will also foster a solution to whatever problem it may be’, he explained.

Moments later, we arrived at the shrine. It was located in a secluded area of the village. The shrine was somewhat scary and lonely. It was a mini-bush that housed the shrine. The bush was mostly made up of Ogirish trees. Hung on some of the Ogirishi trees were pieces of red, white and black clothes while some were wrapped on the waist of the trees. Animal skulls were also hung on the trees.

Meanwhile we had pulled off our footwears at the entrance of the shrine before coming in, as the voices of the owls and other birds echoed repeatedly.

We made our way into the hut and sprawled on the floor. Stood was a heap of feathers and animal skulls splashed with blood. The unpleasant smell emanating from the heap was very much unbearable. But I had to bear it.

The seer was an old man. It required a keen observation to accept the fact that the old man was blind. He wore red regalia. Parts of his body were decorated with white chalk.

Amadi and the seer seemed to be an old pals. Because the manner at which they exchanged pleasantries said it all. The seer brought out a calabash. Amadi signaled me to put money inside. I deeped hand into my pocket and brought out a thousand naira note and dropped it into the calabash.

The IGBA AFA(Divination) began:

The seer sprawled widely on the ground. He muttered out some incantations. Then stretched a short stick towards me to touch. I touched the stick and mentioned my name. He struck the stick against a tortoise shell, then hit the stick again against the cowries he had thrown on the ground – in between his legs. This followed with more passionate incantations with my name. He began to ask questions. Questions in respect to my childlessness – the reason why my marriage has not been blessed with fruits. As if his questions were falling in deaf ears, he kept asking, performing powerful incantations along.

Along the line, the messages started coming. He started speaking while still performing his incantations.

‘..speak to me, I am hearing,’ he said while listening attentively as if an invisible person was speaking to him.

‘They say you are the artectech of your problem..’, he was delivering the messages to me. ‘That you have committed an abomination against humans and your ancestors. Ndi Ichie(ancestors) are very much angry with you likewise the spirits of your late father and that of your late brother,’ he paused from speaking while concentrating on his incantations. ‘You have committed a very big sacrilege. The consequences of your actions are what you are facing today’, he concluded.

‘What has he committed?’, Amadi asked

‘Let me ask them’, the seer replied while toasting the cowries on the ground. ‘They say I should ask what sacrilege he has committed..’, he was asking while performing incantation altogether.

‘The sinner knows his sins,’ he added.

Amadi stared at me. His look spoke a lot of volumes. Though he did not speak, but from his look, there were questions begging for an answer. I was full of guilt. Amadi must have seen it on my face. I believed that was why he proceeded asking the seer for solutions.

‘The great seer, what’s the way forward? The deed had been done. How can we appease the angry spirits?’, he asked.

‘I have to ask them’, he said while getting ready for another round of divination.

‘They are asking for a solution. Speak to me..’ He asked while toasting the cowries on the ground again, again and again while repeating the same question.

‘They say I should tell you that you have to speak out. The land needs to be purged of its defilement. The angry spirits need to be appeased. If not, your marriage will continue to be wallowing in the ocean of childlessness,’ he concluded.

‘The great one, please ask them more questions. Let them be specific on how to go about all these appeasements’, Amadi had to plead.

The seer swung into divination again. This time, he was asking the invisibles for more clarifications on how to go about the attornments of those that have been wronged.

After all said and done, he began to pass the messages out to us: ‘He had to speak out first . Then he had to go to the graves of his late father and brother for atonements. Finally, he had to purge the land for his defilement. By doing so, he shall be at peace, likewise his marriage’, he faced Amadi ‘Look for a Dibia(native doctor) that will guide him on the ritual’, he concluded.

After all said and done, we left for home.

‘My son, what sacrilege have you committed?’, Amadi asked on our way home.

I opened my mouth but nothing seemed to be coming out from my mouth. But..

Watch out for the next episode to see how things unfolded.

To Be Continued…

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY ONE: ❣️

I was really between the devil and the deep blue sea. Because If I failed to support my family in the war against Susan, they would see me as an enemy. Moreover, It would be unwise of me to wage a war against a woman who swallowed such a secret for me against all odds.

So I stood neutral in the whole fight. I never sided with any party.

Meanwhile I have talked to my mother and uncles severally to let Susan be but they insisted on otherwise. So I washed my hands off the case like Pontius Pilate.

My family, at some point, decided to go to Susan’s family to traditionally end the marriage by taking back their dowry. But things turned sour. Susan’s family didn’t welcome them. They insisted that since their son-in-law, when he was alive, never for one day brought any complaints to them in respect to their daughter not to talk of bringing her back to them, that our family has no right to do so now that he was dead. In fact, the issue caused a big problem that day to the extent that the youths of the family wanted to fight my people. My people went home very embarrassed that very day.

I heard that my family has been inviting Susan home to end the marriage amicably but she turned down their invitations.

Susan invited me to come over to the house. That we need to talk. So one Sunday, I decided to honuor her invitation.

I drove in and parked. Moments later, I found myself relaxing in the sitting room. Susan was all alone. The twins went out.

‘Steven, you are highly welcomed’, Susan greeted.

‘Thank you very much’, I replied.

‘Food and drinks are all available. So what can I offer you?’, he asked.

‘I am okay. Thank you’, I replied.

‘You are afraid too, eh? You don’t want me to kill you the way I killed your brother?’, Susan sarcastically asked.

‘What kind of talk is that?’, I asked.

‘Is it not your people that accused me of killing my husband?’, she remarked.

‘Susan, enough! Is this what you invited me here for?’, I had to ask.

‘Steve, it can never be enough..whereas your people are waging war against me. Why can’t they allow me to drink water and drop the cup in peace? Am I the only widow in this world? Why are they accusing me of killing my husband? Why are they shying away from what killed him their son?’, she paused. ‘Anyway, I am not afraid of them. I am ever ready for them. I know their plans: they want to reap where they didn’t sow. But their plans have failed. Nobody will ever drive me from my husband’s house. Nobody!..’, she was yelling.

I maintained silence. I didn’t talk or move while she was yelling.

‘So I am talking and you are keeping quiet, ehn? I don’t even know where you belong, Steve. Are you in support of me or you are against me?’, she asked.

‘I don’t know..’, I replied.

‘Anyway, I know you will not do anything stupid. Because any day you try anything stupid, I will let the cat out of the bag myself..’

‘Susan, is that a threat or what?’, I interrupted.

‘Steven, I am not threatening you, I am just letting you know what I am capable of doing,’ she heaved a sigh. ‘The other day your people went to my father’s house to collect back the dowry they paid on my head. My happiness is that they were met with the biggest embarrassment of their lives. Anyway, that’s just the beginning. I am ready for all of them. When I am done dealing with them, whenever they hear a widow, they will be on the run..’

Halfway, she stood up, went to the bar and brought a bottle of wine with some glass cups.

‘I hope you will drink with me?’, she asked.

‘I wouldn’t mind. Let it not be as if I am rejecting all your offers’, I said.

‘Do you think I care? If you like, drink; if like, don’t drink..,’ she said while pouring the drink into the glass cups.

‘I heard your people are coming to Lagos to confiscate my husband’s properties and as well chase me out of this house..’ she added while sipping her drink.

‘Says who?’, I had to ask.

‘I had the information. My informant told me that’, she paused. ‘But I am ready for them’, Susan said.

‘I don’t know about such an arrangement. Besides, I am not part of the whole plots’, I said.

‘No problem. I am waiting for them’, she added.

‘Just trade with caution’, I advised.

‘I will’, she paused. ‘Steven, I want us to talk..’

‘About what?’.

‘About us..’

‘Us?’.

‘Yea. You know it’s been two years since I lost my husband?’.

‘Yea’.

‘Steve, I am too young to be a widow. I want us back again. Please save me the lonely nights..’

‘Susan, there will never be us again. What happened between us in the past was a mistake. Susan, what we should be thinking of is how to appease the angry spirit of my brother, your husband, to avoid his wrath, not this again,’ I said.

‘Look, dead men don’t bite..’

We talked at length that day. All Susan wanted was for us to come back to iniquities again. But I disappointed her by refusing her approach. At some point, I left her without saying goodbye that day.

But of the truth, I am not part of the whole thing. My family has been seeing me as a betrayal. For that reason, they don’t carry me along in whatever they were up to in their war against Susan. Even their arrangement to come to Lagos to confiscate my brother’s properties from Susan and as well send her packing, I don’t know anything about the plot.

I was left in total darkness.

Susan was not lying. The plot to confiscate her late husband’s properties was real. My people actually came to Lagos in their numbers. But they didn’t succeed. Susan defeated them. She laid siege to them with soldiers. She dealt with them mercilessly. She treated them like criminals. In the end, she locked them up in the barracks.

Few days later, I recieved a distress call from home. It was my mother that called and started explaining the whole thing to me, how Susan beat and locked my people at the barracks, this and that. At the end of her talk, I asked her how was that my business. She started pleading with me to beg Susan to release my people from the guardroom. That Susan has refused to listen to their pleadings all these while.

I actually spoke with Susan on the whole issue. She explained everything to me without leaving a single stone unturned.

This was what really happened: Susan had an informant in our family who always leaked every information to her. She was very much aware of their plot and date of execution. So she cried to her Army General friend for help that her husband’s people were coming to throw her and her children out from her husband’s house and confiscate the whole of her husband’s properties. General Umaru was seriously bittered. He promised to support Susan to deal with whoever showed up.

On that fateful day, the general sent his boys to Susan. When my people marched into the house and started making noise, the soldiers trooped in and dealt with them all. The soldiers beat hell out of them. They were all compelled into frog jumps that day. The soldiers really dealt with them mercilessly before whisking them away in their vans.

I pleaded with Susan to release them. At the end, she promised to do so on a condition.

What was the condition?

At the end, Susan finally released them from the guard room. But my family signed an undertaking never to trespass again in any of my late brother’s properties again.

The signing of an undertaking was the condition.

As if that was not enough, Susan, after some months, dragged my family to court to restrain them from coming close to her husband’s properties. In the end, she won the case. Meanwhile, before Jude’s sudden death, he had already willed almost all his properties to the twins except the one in Onitsha he willed to our parents and one other property in Lagos he willed to me also.

Susan came out from the court battle with victory. She respected her late husband’s will.

My family was retrained from all my brother’s properties with some exceptions — the one willed to my parents and that of mine.

My secret was safe.

But my quest for a child continued..

To Be Continued…

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE TWENTY NINE: ❣️

That Sunday morning, I woke up to see the sky very angry. The cloud had gathered, preventing the sun from prevailing. The wind was blowing harshly against the trees, and thunder rumbled angrily as it made way for the blue lightning that streaked the sky.

The room was dark. It was as if the day had not broken. The electricity has gone off. I managed to reach for my phone to see what time was. It was 8:00 am.

It wasn’t long before rain began to pelt down angrily, rattling against my roof with great force.

My wife was not home. So I hugged my pillow tightly as I awaited sleep to come take me. The church service for the day had been canceled.

The noises the rain made coupled with the booming sound of the thunder made me very much uncomfortable. The rain has been falling since yesterday night. The weather itself has not been friendly to me either. I really missed my wife so much.

I was about to sleep off when my phone began to ring. At first, I ignored the call. Not long after, the second call came in. I reluctantly reached for my phone, behold it was my big bro, Jude.

‘Good morning bro’, I greeted him.

‘Good morning. How are you?’, he asked.

‘I am good. How is the family?’, I asked.

‘Everybody is fine. Lucy nko, how is she?’.

‘We are very much fine’.

‘ The Canadian visa offer I asked you to discuss with your wife, I am yet to hear from you..’

‘Bro, I will soon get back to you on that, please..’

‘How soon?’.

‘As soon as my wife is back from her journey.’

‘You mean your wife traveled?’, he asked.

‘Yea. Have you forgotten? I informed you that she traveled with her mother to the village for a burial.’

‘Oh! It’s true. You told me. Just that I have forgotten. What’s in this head is too much’, he heaved a sigh. ‘ I hope you are hearing from them?’, he asked.

‘Yea’.

‘Ok. Steven, the lottery visa will expire soon. So you have to be fast about that…’

‘No problem bro’.

We talked for a long time before ending the call.

My wife lost her uncle, Bamidele. So she traveled home with her mother for his burial. Ever since the death of her father, Bamidele has been a father to her. My wife really cried bitterly when the sad news reached her.

Amid the rain, I had a knock on the door. I had to ignore it because I wasn’t expecting any visitors. Just then, the knock echoed again, this time, repeatedly.

I sluggishly went and opened the door to find out who it was. Lo and behold, it was Susan.

‘What are you doing here..’

Before I could even finish my statement, she squeezed herself into my apartment. She took me unaware because if not, I wouldn’t allow her into my house.

‘Susan, what are you doing here?’, I had to ask again.

‘Steve, I am here to see you?’, she said in a very melting voice.

‘For what?’, I asked.

‘Steve, why are you this harsh to me? Is this how you are going to welcome me in your house?’, she asked.

‘Susan you are not welcome here. I don’t want you around me not to talk of seeing you in my house,’ I warned.

‘It has not gotten to this. I thought we all have settled our differences?’, she asked.

‘Susan you are nothing but a devil. Anyone that must eat with you has to do that with a long spoon’, I had to spill it out in her face.

‘That’s a very big misconception. Steve, you know I love you so much. Stop seeing me like a devil. I am only fighting for what I love..’

‘Spare me that nonsense. Susan, can you just listen to yourself? A married woman, fighting for another person’s husband. How does it sound to your ears?’, I asked.

‘I don’t care how you perceive it. What I am fighting for is a cause I had to fight to the end.’ She paused, majestically, she stood up from her seat and seductively made her way towards me. ‘I am not giving up on you. Steve, I love you so much. You are the only man my heart desires so much. Please, come back to me. Let’s go back the way we used to be before..’

‘Susan stop this nonsense. Stop it!’, I yelled to her on top of my voice. ‘I am married, likewise you. I can’t go back to such iniquity again. What we have done in the past was a great mistake and I cannot repeat such a mistake again..’

‘It was not a mistake. What we had was an expression of love. It was love making. We had great memories together. Steve, I have missed you so much. I have starved enough. I need you. I want to feel your long, thick and hard d|ck inside of me..’

I don’t know how she did it, but before I could know what was going on, Susan’s nakedness was already staring at me. She even looked more beautiful and sxxy than before. The two apples on her chest stood very inflated as if a baby had never sucked them. I must confess, I was already carried away. Susan caught me off guard. Her magic worked on me. The id|ot in between my two legs has already stretched to its full length.

‘I know you have missed this too. Ever since you left me, I have been to hell sxxually. I have missed you inside of me. Please, don’t go slowly on me; I want it harder..’, she said while reaching for my hardened pr|ck.

Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife. As if something left me, I realized myself immediately.

‘Susan, please stop. I can’t do this’, I said and dragged my d|ck off her. Then pushed her away from me and inserted the Odogwu back inside my pant.

‘What do you mean by that?’, she asked while approaching me back.

‘Don’t come close to me. Please dress up and leave my house now’, I said.

‘Steve, please don’t do this to me. I am already hot inside of me. Steve, please don’t abandon me halfway. Please quench this fire inside me..’she was pleading.

My wife, unlike her, kept on calling nonstop.

‘Susan, please leave my house,’ I maintained.

‘Steve, like for real? I should leave your house?’.

‘Please leave’.

‘You mean you are rejecting me and all these?’.

‘Susan leave me alone. Go and face your marriage and allow me to face mine..’ I said and left her inside the sitting room to answer my wife.

‘You will never enjoy this marriage as long as I am concerned..’, I overheard her saying.

Before I could return, she was gone. I thanked God for the call of my wife that disrupted us.

Lucy, my wife, said she would be back in the next two days with her mother.

I was at my place of work on Tuesday when my phone rang. It was my wife. I picked.

‘Honey, how are you?’, I first asked.

‘This is not her’, the voice said. It was a muscular voice.

‘Who’s this? Where is my wife?How did you get her phone?’, I asked.

‘Your wife is fine. Their motor was involved in an accident. Just that she’s in a coma,’ he said.

‘You mean my own wife? In an accident? How? When? Where?’, I had to ask all the questions at once.

‘Please come to Ogun State general hospital. Thank you’, he said and ended the call.

I became weak. The works I had on my desk, I couldn’t finish them. I left that evening for Ogun state.

When I got to the general hospital, my wife was in a coma. The mother lost her life in the fatal accident.

My mother-in-law’s corpse had been deposited in the hospital mortuary. I informed their people on what was going on.

Few days later, when I wasn’t satisfied with the hospital treatment, I requested they take her to a private hospital in Lagos State.

My request was granted with immediate effect.

After one month in the hospital, I had to tell my brother that, instead of the visa expiring and becoming useless, he should proceed with the visa application with his family.

My brother had started the process of the visa application with his family. Though his intention was not to relocate with his family to Canada. But to visit with his family and by doing so, it would increase their chances of getting their residential permit in Canada. However, he planned to keep his family over there, especially his children.

Lucy was in a coma for more than two weeks. She had a traumatic head injury. I sat beside her crying all day, holding her hand. I speak to her all day despite the fact she doesn’t respond back. Although she was alive but unable to move or be aware of or respond to her surroundings. Amid my tears, she would be staring at me helplessly but unable to say a word to me. In fact, she lost her thinking abilities but retained non-cognitive function and normal sleep patterns.

But the doctor and healthcare staff took rapid action to preserve her life and brain function.

However, In the short term, my wife was looked after in an intensive care unit (ICU). But in the longer term, she was given supportive treatment on a hospital ward. The healthcare staff was moving her regularly so she didn’t develop bedsores and they gently exercised her joints to stop them becoming tight.

Finally, my wife woke up from the coma. However, it came round gradually. She was very agitated and confused to begin with.

But as God may have it, she made a full recovery and was completely unaffected by the coma.

At some point, she started asking about her mother. But we had to lie to her that her mother was hale and hearty but traveled to the village. Though we did our best to convince her, but she kept having that feeling that something bad had happened to her mother.

We were still in the hospital when I received a distress call from home again.

It was about Jude.

He was said to have slumped.

To Be Continued…

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE TWENTY EIGHT: ❣️

Would the whole drama trigger Jude into asking questions? I mean questions pertaining how come his blood didn’t match with that of his children. Questions pertaining to the paternity of his children. Questions that would spur him into running paternity tests on his children.

Was my action very childish? Should I have let the sleeping dog lie? These were questions that tormented me every now and then.

Well, I just hoped that his illiteracy would continue doing the magic in our favour.

A date for our father’s burial has been fixed. The burial ceremony was not going to be an ordinary burial. The burial would be full of rituals because our father died as a traditionalist. He was an Ozo title holder.

Our father was a firm believer and practitioner of the traditional religion of the Igbo people. He never believed in Christianity. My father would tell you that Christianity was a western religion. He vowed never to abandon his ancestral religion to embrace another man’s religion. Although he gave everyone in his household the freedom to worship whatever you want. Literally, all of us in the household were Christians except him.

I was one person that was very close to him. I watched him pray every morning with kolanut. Most times, I do join him in the ritual.

Every morning, he would set his chair outdoors — at his spiritual exercise point. An old wooden chair. He was said to have inherited the chair from his father. In front of him stood a stool which on it was a wooden plate housing kola nuts, alligator pepper, hot drink etc. He performed this ritual during the sunrise in the morning. He would raise the kola nut up, as if he was offering it to the sun, though very close to his mouth. Then with apt attention to the sun, he would begin muttering prayers.

He would first start with greetings: ‘I greet you the most high, the creator of the whole universe. I thank you for life and protection.

I greet you angelic angels. I thank you also for life and protection.

I greet you, my guidance angel. I thank you for guiding me through the right paths for positivity.

I greet you, my ancestors.

I greet you the spirit living in this morning sunshine who I am standing before.

I greet all the spirits living in this vicinity’, he would proceed mentioning the names of the spirits.

After mentioning the spirits, he would proceed by telling the spirits that he had come to take his own share of the day’s blessings. He would mention the day according to the market days in Igboland. After that, he would voice out all his needs. Whenever he was mentioning his needs, you need to see the strong belief he had that his needs would be granted. He doesn’t pray with greed. He prayed reasonably.

Then he would pray for Jude. He would ask his ancestors to bless his business. He would speak life into Jude’s business. He would call on the spirits to embarrass Jude with customers from all the four corners of the world.

He would pray for his own business too. He would remind his ancestors that he had never shed blood or bear false witness against his fellow man, for so doing, he would challenge them to hear his prayers.

He would end the prayers this way: ‘My ancestors, I have perceived the smell of my blessings and that of my household, please bring It down for us, it has boiled and I have perceived the sweet aroma, please give it to us..’

He would finally end the ritual by rounding the kola nut on his head four times before breaking it. Then, gently, he would throw the cotyledons on the ground, calling on his ancestors and other spirits to come and eat kola nuts.

There was nothing my mother did not do to convert my father into Christianity, but the old man stood firm in his belief even at his point of death.

The preparation for our father’s burial wasn’t an easy one. It was very hectic. I was the one running around while my brother, Jude, bore the financial weight. He was very much engaged with business and politics that period. Although he appeared whenever his present, as the first son, was necessary.

We finally gave our father a befitting burial. It was elaborate and pretty expensive. I must confess, Jude deployed his wealth to give a befitting burial to the man that planted the giant tree that gave birth to a man like him.

The burial ceremony was a much talked about event in the whole of the state and beyond.

Food and drinks were surplus. Bloods of cows watered the hungry soil as dry season was at its peak, likewise that of the goats. All the members of my father’s traditional fraternity went home with live goats, tubers of yam and live chicken. They were speechless that day because they got their rites in folds even beyond their expectations.

In fact, the burial ceremony lasted for a week. It was more of a carnival. Many dignitaries attended the event including the state governor himself and others of his cabinet.

The cows used for condolence were uncountable, talk less of goats and chickens. It was that very day that I came to know the caliber of a man Jude was. My respect for Jude had to increase enormously. Although it wasn’t my fault, after all, a prophet is not without honor except in his hometown and among his relatives and in his own household.

*****
Even after the whole thing, our marriage fruitless problem still stared at us in the face.

The trauma of childlessness in my marriage has clocked thirteen whole years now.

Age was slowly catching up on us while menopause was about knocking on the door of my wife.

Family, friends and well wishers had advised me to marry a second wife but I bluntly refused the idea.

We had visited different churches, especially the white garment ones on the verge of a miracle. We have visited many prayer grounds and mountains, praying for the fruit of the womb but it was as if God had closed our chapter. People have directed us to different Alfa for prayers. In fact, we had undergone several rituals in our long wait but nothing seemed to work. In all, we ended up being defrauded of our money. Some even made advances to sleep with my wife.

We had exhausted all possible options on a quest for a child. It seemed like our fate was to die childless.

One fateful Sunday, I was having a cool evening with my brother, Jude. We were whiling away time with bottles of beer in his hotel that evening while deliberating on a family issue. At some point, he brought up the topic of my childless marriage.

‘..how are you coping?’, he asked

‘Bro, it has not been easy. I mean the mockeries and the caricatures’, I replied.

‘You don’t have to give up hope. God is not asleep in your case. He will surely remember your marriage one day’, he encouraged me.

‘Bro, is like God has forsaken me. A marriage of thirteen good years and nothing to show yet. It’s as if people’s negative predictions were coming to pass in my marriage,’ I pause amid sober reflections. ‘I am just tired and confused about the whole thing’, I said amid tears.

‘Come on! You have to be strong. What you are facing in your marriage today is one of the phases of life. Be positive. I promise you that one day, God will turn to your chapter,’ he encouraged me.

‘Big bro, people are making mockeries of me. They are calling me names. Likewise my wife, they are making caricatures of her everywhere she goes’, I paused. ‘I must confess, I am tired of the whole thing,’ I complained bitterly.

Silent previewed. I was totally lost in thought, likewise Jude, my brother.

‘You don’t have to give up. God’s time is the best,’ my Jude broke the silent. ‘I will suggest you travel out with your wife. I have a Canadian family visa slot. It’s a government sponsored lottery visa. Though I wanted to use it with my family, but I can forfeit it for your sake. Go home and discuss it with your wife. Whatever you people decide, let me know…’ Judge concluded.

To Be Continued…

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE TWENTY SEVEN: ❣️

What could be the problem that prompted the emergency call? Let it not be that the old man has dropped dead. Because if that was the case, I doubt if he would forgive me. Worst still, his spirit, I believed, would hunt me.

The message came very late. So our trip would be the following day. Thank goodness my brother was around. I have spoken with him on the phone. Even him, he doesn’t know the purpose of the call.

Jude had booked our flight to Asaba already. By the special grace of God, we would definitely be in Onitsha or village tomorrow, as the case may be, to hear the unknown.

Meanwhile as all these drama of blood of a thing were happening, I never let my wife know. Even when I traveled to the village to question my parents pertaining to my paternity, I didn’t let her know the purpose of my journey. I only told her I was going to see my parents. That I was summoned by them. Even when I came back, I had to lie to her that it was because of her that I was summoned. That my parents want her divorce. I went further telling her that I had a fight with them before coming back.

The reason I hid the truth from my wife was because if I told her, I would end up exposing myself. Thank goodness she was not on good terms with my parents and she could never know what was on ground except if I told her.

We left Lagos for home the following day. As expected, I journeyed with my brother. The journey was full of sober reflection. So many things raced through my head. Many questions were begging for answers. But I couldn’t find any answers to them.

We landed in Asaba safe and sound. From Asaba, we boarded a taxi to our house in Onitsha.

Moments later, we got home.

The old man has been discharged from the hospital already. He was getting better. He was even the person that sent for us to come home. Although it was our mother that did the calling.

On seeing him, I heaved a heavy sigh to relieve myself from the burden of guilt. Thank God he wasn’t dead. Because if anything had happened to him, I would have lived with a guilty conscience for the rest of my life.

Our mother was aware of our coming. So he had prepared something for us. I pretended as if nothing had happened. I don’t want my brother to know the battle I have been into with our parents. Even my parents maintained the same pretense level.

We all ate together as a family. It was after the dinner that our father started delivering his message to us. We all sat in the sitting room.

‘My children, you all are highly welcomed’.

‘Thank you papa’, we said in unison.

‘I am very sorry for the urgency of my call,’ he apologized.

‘We hope all is well?’, Jude asked.

‘My children, all is well’, he sighed. ‘But the toad does not run in the daytime for nothing. Either it is after something, or something is after it,’ he said while catching his breath.

‘Papa, what’s the problem?’, Jude asked.

‘There is no problem,’ he paused. ‘An old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb. The day has come for you all to know the truth.’

‘Papa, what truth are you talking about?’, Jude asked again.

‘Jude, slowly, slowly, the hot soup is licked.’

‘No problem father. But you speak in proverbs too much’, Jude replied.

‘My son, do not be in a hurry. Atleast, we all have the whole of today to spend together. If possible, the whole of tomorrow, too. But only if we are alive to see tomorrow. Although, we will live to see tomorrow. That’s our prayer.’

‘Okay, papa’, Jude said.

‘Jude, I had you in my youthful age. I was twenty five years of age when I gave birth to you. Today, I am eighty five years of age,’ he paused. ‘Jude, if I am mistaken, you should be sixty years old by now, ehn?’, he asked Jude.

‘You are very much correct, papa’, Jude replied.

‘It was about twenty years later that Steven came into the family. That time, Jude, you were already with my brother, Cletus, in Lagos’, he paused. ‘Jude, we called you that your mother has given birth, eh?’,he asked.

‘Yes’, Jude nodded.

‘Jude, after your birth, pregnancy ceased for your mother. But as my chi(creator) may have it, Steven came. As a matter of fact, he arrived in the family when all hope for a child was totally lost. Steven came and wiped off our tears’, he paused before continuing ‘Jude, Steven, the two of you are a blessing to this family. In fact, in my next life, I will pray to have you two again as children. No matter what happens today or tomorrow, I want you two to take each other as brothers. Jude, in case I am no more tomorrow, take good care of your brother. Never forsake him. Finally, hold the family together..’

‘Papa Jude, are you leaving us?’,my mother interrupted.

‘If I die today, did I die late?’, the old man asked.

‘God forbid!,’ my mother said.

‘Papa, you are not dying yet’,Jude added while I patiently waited for him to speak.

‘I am not dying yet. But death is a debt that we all shall pay for. Besides, nobody knows when he or she will die. Our prayer is that we may not die prematurely’, he paused. ‘If I die today, I will die as a fulfilled man. My soul will definitely rest in perfect peace..’

‘Papa Jude, stop wishing upon yourself death,’ my mother interrupted again.

‘Woman, I am not wishing myself death. I am only preparing myself for the inevitable. Death is inevitable. Besides, I am already closer to my grave,’ he paused. ‘Jude, two years after your birth, your mother took in again. But she ended up having a miscarriage. The circumstances behind her miscarriage severely affected her womb negatively. The doctor said that she had some complication, as such, she would not be able to conceive again. We thought it was a joke but after all was done, the ill fate still remained a reality. At some point, we gave up hope. We accepted our fate in good condition. Although it was not an easy one,’ he sighed. ‘I love this woman so much. I am talking of your mother who is sitting right beside me. I ignored many advice of getting a second wife to stick with her. Because our marriage is for better and for worse..’

‘And you people togetherness and hope was what triggered God to prove men wrong with the birth of Steven, ehn?’, Jude interrupted the old man.

‘You are right, my son’, my mother added.

‘Behold, Steven came as a miracle child. Although, your mother did not carry him for nine months in her womb but she gave birth to him. I also father him. If, in my next life, I am given the opportunity, I will have Steven as a son again…’

‘Hold on’, I interrupted. ‘What exactly do you mean that my mother didn’t carry me in her womb but birthed me?’,I had to ask amid confusion.

‘My son, I picked you up from the dump site as a new born baby. That fateful day, as I went to dispose of some trashs, I saw you lying naked, crying helplessly on a heap of dump. I took you home. And with the help of God and the support of my husband here, we nurtured you up. You survived, against odds. You are indeed a miracle child,’ my mother spilled.

Silence prevailed.

I was speechless. Dumbfounded. Every now and then, what my mother said kept sounding like a gong in my head. It was a very difficult reality to accept.

Moments later, my father broke the silence: ‘I never knew that a day like this would come. Because I wanted to go into my grave with the secret. But when the revealing spirit came knocking, I had no option than to let the cat out from the bag,’ he sighed. ‘The two of you will remain my children forever. Like I said before, in my next life, I will still pray to my chi(creator) to have you two again. Please, I don’t want this to come between you two..’

I shedded tears amid the whole drama. In fact, had I known, I would have let them die with the secret. Because it was not an easy reality to accept.

After all said and done, I thanked my parents for everything. I promised them to remain their son. My brother, amid tears, also vowed to always be my brother. He promised my parents that he would continue to support and always have my back.

The revelation day was on a Saturday. We spent the night at home with them. On a Sunday, our father, for the first time, requested we take them on an outing.

We granted him his wish. We had a good family outing that Sunday evening. In fact, it was a memorable day to behold.

On the following Monday, we flew back to Lagos.

Meanwhile my parents asked me to come with my wife, Lucy. Although they didn’t tell me their reason for the invitation.

The following weekend, I went home with my wife. After all said and done, we ended up mending fences with my parents.

Finally, we got my parent’s blessings on our marriage.

We returned back to Lagos the following day being Sunday very much fulfilled.

But fews days later, we got the news that our father had passed away. The old man had a peaceful death — he went to bed but couldn’t wake up again.

Do you think that Steven’s childless issue has now been solved having finally received their parents’ blessings?

While, find out on the next episode.

To Be Continued…

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE TWENTY SIX: ❣️

What if truly that the man I thought to be my father was not my biological father? What if the fate of my father was the same with that of Jude, my brother? Does it mean that my mother and Susan were birds of the same feathers? These and many more I asked myself every now and then.

Meanwhile, as much as I was very eager to find out the truth of the whole thing, I was also being careful not to end up exposing my secret with Susan in the course. Because, in the course of asking questions or making trouble with my parents, especially my mother, it could trigger Jude into carrying out DNA on his children to be sure of his fate as well, especially if in the end that it wasn’t my father who was responsible for my pregnancy just like Jude and his children real scenario.

At one point, I had to travel home to confront my mother on the matter. Although, I didn’t let my brother know about the issue on the ground.

I got home and luckily, my father was not home. He traveled to the village for a meeting. My mother welcomed me and served me food but I turned down the food. That was the first time I was rejecting her food amid visiting.

‘My son, this one you are rejecting my food, has that w|tch finally poisoned your mind towards me?’, my mother asked.

‘Mama, I am not here for drama. What brought me home all the way from Lagos is a serious issue’, I said.

‘My son, have you finally come back to your senses? Are you here to discuss with us on how to send that w|tch back to her father’s house?’, she asked with every seriousness.

‘Mama, all I need now is nothing but the truth. Who’s my father?’, I had to ask.

My mother was very shocked. She was very surprised.

‘What did you just say?’, she asked, pretending not to hear me.

‘Mama, I want you to tell me who is my father?’, I repeated it again.

‘Ahh! Steven, are you the one asking me this question?’, she asked, still very surprised.

‘Please tell me who my father is. I want to know my real father. I want nothing from you but the truth’, I yelled at her madly.

‘Has that w|tch finally poisoned your mind to the extent of questioning your paternity, ehn? Steven have you lost your mind to stand in my face to ask me such stup|d question?’, she ranted.

‘Mama stop pretending as if you don’t know what I am talking about. Stop making f00l of me and start talking now..’,I yelled,angrily. I was raging. My body was vibrating. She has noticed it.

‘My son,’she began in a calm voice. ‘The man you grew up to know as your father is your father. If anybody tells you otherwise, then the person is lying to you. That person’s mission is nothing but to bring down our family’s name. My son, please don’t listen to whosoever the person is..,’ she was pleading amid tears.

I kept quiet, calming myself down so as not to blow it hot. I have sensed something fishy. Susan might be right. There was something my mother didn’t want to tell me. Even, from all indications, she wasn’t ready to talk even if I continued to press her. She had something to herself. I saw the guiltiness on her face. Something was definitely wrong somewhere and I have to find it out. But I have to be very careful about it so as not to implicate myself in the course.

‘I am not a child anymore. I know you are hiding something from me. The worst is that you are not ready to talk. But I must find out myself,’ I surged up like a wounded lion. ‘I smell conspiracy. I am going to the village to meet him’, I banged on the door and headed out.

‘My son, please take it easy on your father. You know that his health is failing him badly. You know his heart condition very well. Please don’t kill him for me’, I overheard her pleading.

You need to see the way I marched against the decking floor like that of an angry soldier. I know very well that the anger on my footsteps alone would definitely subject the tenants downstairs into panic. They would even think that the building was about to collapse.

Thank goodness my parents were the landlord. My brother built the house. The house was situated in Awada, Onitsha. It was a two storey building. Jude handed the house to our parents. They were the ones renting out the apartments and the proceeds belonged to them. My brother used the building as a form of settlement to them.

I headed to the village right away. However, my alleged father has questions to answer. Like I said before, there was conspiracy. Because my mother, somehow, was willing to talk but something was holding her back not to talk. It has to be the fear of my father. So, the old man, probably, had the answers I have been looking for.

I got to the village and he was at a meeting. Thank goodness the meeting was held in our compound. I went straight to the scene of the meeting and called the old man out. Normally, he would hesitate to follow me, but my long face alone made him go with me right away. The level of my anger blindfolded me not to even see my kinsmen not to talk of greeting them. They were all watching my drama in a speechless and confused manner as I went away with my father. Although my anger was even visible to the blind; it was boldly written on my face.

‘My son, what’s the problem? Steven is everything alright?’, he curiously asked.

I took the old man unaware. He wasn’t even aware of anything not to talk of my coming. Because his phone has been off. If not, his wife would have informed her of the whole thing even before I could get to the village.

‘Look, everything is not fine o! All I am here for is answers. I want answers to my questions’, I yelled.

‘My son, calm yourself down first and talk to me. Stop shouting at me. Do you realize you are talking to your father?’, he sighed. ‘What questions do you want answers for?’, he asked.

‘Who’s my father?’, I released the bombshell immediately.

The question hit him like a shock. I don’t need to be told that he and my mother had a skeleton in their cupboard because his reaction alone has said it all.

‘Are you insane?’, he asked, still surprised and confused.

‘I am not insane. You are not my biological father. Who is my father?’, I asked again, raging.

‘Who is feeding you with all this nonsense?..’

‘Does it matter? What matters now is that I have known the truth. So what I need from you now is an explanation’, I said.

‘What explanation do you need, Steven? What are you even talking about? I am your father. Have that at the back of your mind in case this if you are going insane’, he said.

The old man was not ready to talk. He was proving hard to crack. And I was losing my patience.

‘I don’t want to go hard on you old man. But I am losing it. Please tell me the truth. Who is my father..?’, I was shouting.

Before you could know it, I had caused a scene already. I wonder why our kinsmen have not heard my voice yet because none of them came to witness our drama.

‘Steven, you are mad. What’s wrong with you? Why do you choose to disgrace me this way?..’ he was asking.

Unfortunately that day, I lost it. I couldn’t control my anger anymore. I said many unbearable words to the old man. I must confess, I was very harsh on him that day. I created a very big scene that day. But it wasn’t my fault entirely. Why would he refuse to tell me the truth even when it was very obvious that they were hiding something from me?. It was crystal clear that he wasn’t my father.

I left the scene immediately when I sighted our kinsmen rushing to know what the problem was. They were even calling me but I ignored them. I was very angry because I didn’t get an answer to my question.

On my way back, my phone rang several times, with different numbers, but I refused to pick any of the calls.

I went back to Onitsha and displayed another madness to my mother before leaving for Lagos very much unfulfilled.

Days Later:

I got information that my father was critically ill. That his heart failed him the moment I left after the fight and he was rushed to the hospital in a medical emergency.

In fact, I regretted my actions. I was really too hard on that old man without considering his health condition. The anger really got the better side of me that day.

The old man had deteriorated health. Apart from diabetes, he had myocardial infarctions disease — Heart Attack. And the type he was suffering from was the most dangerous of it all:STEMI. A heart attack where a coronary artery would be completely blocked.

My mother called my wife and started accusing her of being the one remoting me. She vowed that if anything happened to her husband, that she would never forgive us.

One day, Jude and I got an emergency call from home. The message has it that our attention was needed immediately at home.

To Be Continued…

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE TWENTY FIVE: ❣️

I was severely tormented by a guilty conscience to the extent I was so disorganized that I couldn’t think straight.

How could I even forget so quickly that there was no cause for alarm? That since Jude was my blood brother, definitely, our blood would match. That as siblings, we share the same bloodline. I was contemplating while waiting for my brother to be through with the blood donation.

Amid my contemplation, Susan bumped into the ward like a mad person.

‘Steve, what happened to my children? Tell me it’s not true that my children were involved in an accident? I hope nothing happened to them?,’Susan asked me all these questions almost at the same time.

‘Don’t worry, they are fine. Everything is okay’, I consoled her.

‘Where are they? What’s the doctor doing? What about the nurses? What are they doing?’, she asked in distress.

‘Susan, calm yourself down. The doctors and nurses are attending to them. They will be fine’, I said to calm her down.

‘What of my husband? Where is he?’, she asked.

‘The twins need blood. He’s donating blood for them. They lost so much blood’, I said to her.

‘Are you sure that my children are okay? Steve, please talk to me. Please tell me the truth’, she asked with curiosity.

‘Don’t worry. The twins will be fine’, I replied.

Susan sat next to me on a long chair. I was very selfish with my shoulder because she looked so desperate for a shoulder to lean on for comfort. We waited patiently for my brother to come out.

‘I hope his blood matches their own. Just praying that our secret will not be exposed in the course of the whole thing..,’ I said to her.

‘What are you even saying? Are you okay?’, she yelled.

‘Susan, I mean it. Let him not find out that the twins are not his children’, I said.

‘Steven, are daft? I am talking of how to save my children and you are here talking trash’, she ended it with a long hiss.

‘I am just worried. I just hope his blood will match with that of the twins’, I added.

‘There is no cause for alarm, their blood will definitely match. He is your brother, so you people share the same blood’, she explained.

Just then, I took a deep breath. It’s not as if I don’t It, but I just wanted to be very sure that my mind had not been deceiving me all this while.

Moment later, my brother came out, putting on a long face. What could be the problem? Has my fear come to reality? I asked myself.

Susan rushed him and held him tight, crying.

‘What’s the problem? What happened to our children?’, she asked him.

‘They are fine. Just that our blood did not match,’ he stuttered.

‘Impossible!,’ she reacted. ‘Doctor, how do you explain this mystery?

I was speechless like the doctor. Panic gripped me. My fear has finally come to pass. But how come? How can that be possible? I asked myself amid confusion. I was of the great wish for the ground to open its mouth and swallow me up.

‘Something must be wrong somewhere. It can’t be possible’, I managed to say.

‘We don’t have time. I think your brother has to stand in, let’s save the souls’, the doctor finally said something.

My brother signaled to me to follow the doctor. He was so weak that he couldn’t even say a word to me at that moment.

I stood up to walk but I couldn’t. It was as if the whole of my blood was drained off me. But I managed to drag myself into the room for the test, and if possible, donate the blood as well.

After all said and done, the test was successful and the result came out positive. My blood matched with that of the twins. Other tests were immediately carried out. Their results came out positive also. Blood was taken from my body. It was a whole lot of it. You really need to see the way I slumped to the chair after the whole thing.

Surprisingly, my brother was very happy when he heard that my blood matched with that of his children. Susan told me that I needed to see how my brother f00lishly hugged her tightly amid happiness upon hearing the news. He was excited because the blood type of the twins was said to be unavailable in the hospital blood bank at that moment. And the need for the blood was very urgent. It was a matter of life and death. But thank goodness I saved the day.

But what I seemed not to understand was, does it mean that my brother was so blind that he couldn’t read the handwriting on the wall? Or he understood the whole thing but was pretending just to save the lives of the innocent children first before any other thing? I asked myself.

But If actually Jude didn’t know, then, illiteracy is a big disease indeed.

My brother, Jude, was illiterate. He didn’t not go to school. He just managed to finish his primary school education before following one of our uncles to Lagos for an apprenticeship.

Jude was a stack illiterate who doesn’t know how to read and write. But very literate when it came to business. Thank goodness for Susan who was brushing him up and he was fast learning.

Although I believed that my brother would have gone to school had it been my parents were capable enough to train him in school. Because he was very passionate about education. But our parents were so poor that they could not send him to school. So he had to forfeit the school path for greener pastures in business.

And as God may have it, he made it so big in business. In Aluminum village, Lagos, Jude was one of the big names in the business. Not just that, he was becoming a big gladiator in politics as well.

Meanwhile before my brother got married, he had vowed to marry a graduate. That was the major reason he refused to marry Ifeoma — the lady our parents wanted him to marry. Although Ifeoma was a very beautiful and hardworking girl, the only turn off point was that she didn’t go to school. I remembered vividly my brother telling our parents that he can’t be illiterate and still marry an illiterate.

My brother had this zeal for education. There was this passion he had for education to the extent that if you see him advising the young ones on the importance of education, you would think that he had a formal education whereas he didn’t. He always made it clear to us that it disheartening his heart that he didn’t go to school. He vowed that in his next world, he would attain education to the last of it. Even when my brother was still struggling in business, he had some children on his benevolent list that he was paying their school fees. He always said that nothing gave him joy than seeing himself as a ladder in which the young ones were using to attain their educational goals. In fact, Jude single-handedly trained me in school. As a matter of fact, he was ever ready to sponsor me to any level of education I wanted to attain in life. He told me that to my face severally. But I was the one that decided to pause, so to know what this life has in stock for me before furthering more.

To the glory of God, the twins survived. They made it out of the hospital alive. Everybody was really happy but my brother was the happiest. We did a thanksgiving in the church. You need to see the party he threw that Sunday. The party was a blast. The blood of a giant cow was shedded for merriment.

Susan wanted to use the opportunity to make up with me. Though I was open for peace, but her immoral interest was what I said no to. So the peace talk collapsed.

I was really happy that the blood transfusion incident didn’t expose my secrecy with Susan. But what I could not get off my head was the mystery behind the whole thing. How could my brother’s blood possibly not match with that of the twins? Even if he was not the real father of the children, he should be in the position to donate blood for them considering the fact that he was my blood brother. Something was definitely wrong somewhere.

‘What could be the problem?,’ I kept asking myself this question any day the thought of the incident surged up in my head.

Susan kept on asking the same question. Even her, as a medical doctor, had no satisfying answer to the question. Although she gave me a possible answer, but I refused to believe her. Her answer was totally unacceptable to me because I couldn’t see the possibility. In fact, I couldn’t imagine it because it was not possible.

‘From the medical perspective, you might not share the same father with my husband’, that was the bullshit Susan told me.

‘Susan, so what you mean is that, Jude, who I grew up with, is not my biological brother?’, I had to ask In disbelief.

‘The two of you might share the same mother but not the same father’, she explained.

‘Impossible! Jude is my blood brother. I know the story of our birth very well. Our parents always shared it with us,’ I argued.

‘If the two of you are of the same bloodline, why then did his blood not match with that of my children?’,Susan asked me that day.

‘Then one thing is involved?’, I said, after a while of silence.

‘What is that thing?’.

‘I think it is a technical error or there’s mixup somewhere . The laboratory equipment, probably, is faulty…’

‘That’s not possible. That hospital cannot make such a mistake. I am very sure,’ Susan intercepted.

‘Susan, you are saying bullshit. I need satisfactory answer to my question. Where can I get an answer Susan?..’ I was curiously asking before she interrupted me.

‘From your parents, especially your mother. A woman is the only person that knows the true father of her children’, she said.

I must tell you, this issue was a very big thorn in my flesh. It really gave me sleepless nights.

What if Susan was right?

That was one question I always avoided but it kept surging up in my head every now and then.

To Be Continued..

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