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CIA Fortified

 Being a CIA detective is a crazy career path and most of the time, agents who go down this route do not necessarily have a choice. All you have to do is to be great at criminal activities and boom, you'll receive a prison guest that'll change your life forever. I know a whole lot of people when watching this in movies think it's a great freedom bargain but what freedom is there when you constantly have to be in the line of fire for both worthy and unscrupulous causes?

Anyhu, the agency has gone berserk as they just recruited this Nigerian who looks lost half of the times I have seen him. Although he's got a huge crime credits on his portfolio, I don't see him living beyond our next operation. I mean, this guy literally just got into the US 5 years ago and there's no way he'll be equipped to fight robots!!! Let's not add the other 5 aggrieved ex CIA agents waging this war against Mark. 

Mark on the other hand seems unperturbed even when we've got intel to prove that these agents have builts robots as part of their staff. He knows that before they get to him, word would have gotten to our superiors and someone would be down to save him. The reality is that a lot of agents and agencies resources would have been caught in the line of fire.

My only aim on this field trip is to stay alive, I cannot afford to jeopardize my chances of raising my unborn child. Afterall, this mission is a personal one and I will not be made to pay for Mark's betrayal to his team members so that he could get promoted in the early 2000s. 

The D-day is here and the clueless Nigerian agent is here chewing gum and looking like he's going to meet his crush. The first series of sporadic gunshots sent us into different corners of the apartment. A few agents had dropped and I was damn sure the newbie was one of them because I hadn't seen him since the shots began. Our mission was simply to take out all 5 of them and destroy the building. The crazy thing is we haven't seen any humans since we walked in. The robots have been doing the shooting non-stop and it doesn't look like they'll ever run out of bullets. At this point, it's safe to say that no agent is leaving this place alive… I mean how do you kill robots that are refusing to die…how????

I was literally finding an exit route because it'll be stupid of me to choose any other course of action. I could see so many agents lifeless already and i wasnt about to join them. I took two steps backward as and accidentally hit the Nigerian. I was stunned he wasnt dead yet…..

Suddenly Mark's greatest enemy and the gang appeared from behind and they started shooting at us…..just like magic, the Nigerian agent walked right into their bullets and was just shaking it off like it was nothing. I was already under the table watching all the drama unfold. He then commanded them to drop their weapons and follow him and they did. He beckoned me to come out from my hiding and as soon I joined him. We found ourselves at the headquarters.

Mark had his enemies handcuffed, while he praised us excellently for a job well done. We were definitely going to get a raise but what my eyes had just seen had left my tongued tied….

I couldn't wait to get a grip of myself and find out how he did, what he did and how I can do it?

Brouhaha

 My Wife does not really dig my family members and to some extent I kind of agree with why she'll not rate them. Sometimes, I fear that if we flip tables and we switch families, I'll not be able to take half of the things she overlooks from them. 

But the situation is crazy, as my family would always be in our faces and I love them even though I know their entitlement and over-bearing attitude is killing. And I know they have no respect for boundaries as they literally constitutes a nuisance every time they at our home. From taking things at will from the fridge and eating like theyve been starved, to being wasteful…the list is endless….

My wife on the otherhand is very accountable, she hates wastes and really loves her space, although she encouraged them to visit and sleep over at first….. i'm sure if time could be reversed that would never have happened. 

One faithful evening, I came home to a dirty kitchen and because my wife works from home she had to bear the brunt even though it was my siblings that messed the whole place up. I knew I should have asked what went wrong but I was just looking for who to pour my corporate frustrations on and for the first time my wife wept like a baby. Our daughter was so moved that she too wept. It was a quiet Thursday evening in our home and that became the statusquo……..

Even my siblings and mum observed the cold shoulders my wife gave us. She no longer cared, no longer stayed up if I came back late… no longer had a burning sensation in her eyes for me. She just put all her energy on our daughter and her job. I missed her but in my head I thought she was doing to much and decided to reciprocate the energy. Afterall, after having a conversation with my mum that's what she subtly encouraged. I also observed that during this period, my family's financial requests doubled and because they were the only ones who I could talk too I indulged them and they were glad. Let's just say they enjoyed the friction we had and decided to milk it.

Because of the atmospheric condition of my home. I decided to suprisingly pay my family a visit on a Saturday morning and alas, I found them planning on how to extort more money from me, my younger sister even called my wife a moron for allowing me spend so much money on them when I didnt have any building project of my own.

 Although my mum cautioned her that my wife is a good woman, I totally agree with my sister just that I think that I'm the moron here. How did I become so stupid as to prioritize my extended family needs over my immediate family? Shouldn't I have been the one to instill discipline in them when they visited? Shouldn't i have a cap on the money i send to them? Why should my future self suffer because I have entitled family?

Afterall my wife had done her part my accommodating them even though she likes her space. I was determined to make things right and I headed back home. To my greatest suprise, instead of meeting my wife and daughter, watching tv and munching over some snacks as usual. I met a note….Tolani had obtained a UK study visa and was on her way to the airport with my child. 

Ife

I jumped out of my bed like I was running late for my own wedding. The crazy thing is that it was my manager's ringtone that kept buzzing in my head and for the first time in five years I'm actually thinking about the lyrics of the song that won't stop ringing out loud even during very important meetings. My manager is a mess with technology but super efficient at her tasks and she's very humane in her dealings. You cannot help but love her, so I forgive her phone's loudness. 

To be candid, just like the lyrics of the song said, I need to stay motivated and follow what my heart truly desires. The problem here is that I don't seem to remember when I ever got what I truly wanted. After high school, I remember I badly wanted to become an actor but I dared not speak about such a career path in my home. Else, my parents would have had me for breakfast and I am not kidding. So, my father filled out my phone and chose economics. Well, I got in, finished with a first class and I thought about working in this consulting firm in the UK but Alas, I didn't get the job and had to settle for one of the big 4 firms in the country. 

Now, let's talk about when I wanted to move out of our family home. My parents were quick to remind me that only marriage can change my house address. It's so bad that I had to lie that my company gave me the car I drive or else my parents would not let me drive any car above a 2006 model because according to them, it'll chase potential suitors away. 

So you see, all my life I have never been allowed to have what my heart desires. And yes, there was one time I had hoped I'd marry this strikingly handsome son of Adam but somehow I lost him to stupidity. 

My friend now ex-friend Ife had always praised our relationship. I mean who wouldn't? Dami and I were a match made from heaven, we were perfect, excelling in school and social life. We had even planned to get married after school and relocate to the US. Then, Ife the devil, came and told me Dami tried to seduce her and instead of me, to verify from Dami or at least hear him out, I just believed her and cut him off. She had begged me not to reveal the discussion to him because she's scared he might hurt her and because women support women I fell for the biggest game plan in history.

Less than a year after we graduated, I heard Ife was pregnant for Dami. This news landed me in the hospital and malaria had to take the fall for it. Kanyi, explained that Ife had eyes for Dami and his parents' wealth and she's sure she lied to get me to hate him.

No wonder Dami tried to visit me severally to.get me to talk to him. I even thought he was faking amnesia and then I blocked him on all platforms. I thought he had been deceiving me and I trusted my girl more, because we've been friends since high school and she had become like a sister to me. Well, I learnt the hard way that humans are not to be trusted. 

I couldn't but help wonder what had become of their marriage. I'm sure they are waxing stronger and I'm here single to stupor and crazily finding a way to exit my parents house cos I need my freedom. I looked him up on instagram and the man is even hotter, they even have three cute children. He's super successful and has established his own tech company. I remember how he'll talk to me about this for hours and now that fool IFE is queening on his empire. 

I sent him a dm and like they say the rest is history. He booked the next available flight and he was in my city by the weekend. CEO moves. I had to sweet talk my boss into giving me two weeks off. She obliged only because I told her an old friend was coming to town and once she found out he was Male…she already started picking wedding colors. I was sure to leave out the fact that he's married or else she'll drag my ass to her church for deliverance and counseling sessions. 

Without a doubt, I had to lie to my parents that I had work in another city and since travelling is a regular occurrence in my line of work no eye brows were raised. I packed my bags, jumped into an uber and headed for the hotel. Dami was already there…..

It was the most intense 150 minutes of my entire life. It was the first time Dami knew what caused my attitude and he was raving mad. Firstly, he was angry, I believed her. Secondly, he was broken that I didn't even give him the benefit of the doubt to hear him out. He then went on babbling about how she started to comfort him when I fenced him out of my life and how he slept with her just once and suddenly he had to marry her because she was pregnant.  I now started to blame him for sleeping with her, he should have controlled himself or dated somebody else not IFE. At the end of the day, we were both exhausted and we shed hot tears. 

I really wish I could turn back the hands of time and undo this madness but it is what it is. I'm about to become a side chick of a man that ought to be mine and I bet you I'll be giving IFE the greatest misery of her entire life. 

As expected, we had sex without condoms and here I was happy that'll I soon disgrace my parents but I wasn't thinking, I was just too happy to have Dami back. We even flew to Dubai and I had the most expensive vacation ever. My two weeks break was over and I had to get back to work.

It's been almost two years since I became the rich side chick of the CEO who still lived in her parents house. The sad part though is that I have been unable to get pregnant and I was beginning to get worried that I might have a medical issue. For starters, I have never been pregnant in my life and I have had sexual relations with two men outside of Dami. I was worried, really worried that I was going for a medical test and because I was scared of someone finding me out. Dami and I thought it was best to visit a gynecologist in a far away city than where we both live and we got on the trip. In the spirit of supporting me, he said we should act like couples, so if I had any issue they could prescribe drugs that'll help me conceive and he'll hide his baby on a faraway island with all the best nannies and chefs of this world. I love Dami….I swear I do.

The greatest surprise here is that my tests came out negative. The doctor confirmed that I had no problem conceiving at least medically but Dami had low sperm count and cannot father a child till he undergoes treatment. 

HA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Twist

Life can be a wonder sometimes and can take a very unpredictable turn. Who would have thought I'd be single at this age? Kai. A whole SPEC like me! Hottest girl on the block! Finest girl ever liveth! But Alas all my hours at the gym to keep my hourglass shape in check has not been able to keep a man. Not even my position or mother's celebrity status has helped. 

The crazy part of this story is that I'm turning 32. And even though my parents try to be civil and kind when addressing my spinsterhood, they spare no words. To be candid, I feel their pain, my mum is a successful celebrity marriage counselor with thousands of followers. She has helped bring a gazillion people together and help turbulent marriages find peace. But Somehow her beloved daughter is still SINGLE and I'm sure she's low-key worried that'll remain single for life. 

I once overheard her say to her friend that she thinks I'm too choosy. Only if she knew how I tried to be nice to these men. But they ain't shit! I have dated poor, broke, rich and wealthy and one constant character trait they all have is lack of self control. And I cannot open my eyes and walk into a marriage that already has a shaky foundation. NEVER!

It's better for me to endure the long sermon of my parents than saying yes to cheating and all sorts of nasty behaviour from "under-developed adults". Even my mother at 62 still gets flowers, respect and all the accolades a good man should give his woman from my dad. Abeg they've set the standard and I'll be damned if I bend to pressure to marry any one below the standard my dad has set. 

I remember one time I dated Femi…. I really suffered. This guy showed me shege, he almost ruined me. In fact I was bankrupt because I kept loaning him funds even from my investments and he never paid back. Thank God I received sense and walked out of that sham. That's how I'll have been penniless with all my years of waking up early to catch the staff bus. Abeg o. I'm done with canceling my non-negotiables to be MRS somebody. Till God gives me love like my parents. I'll be here taking myself on fancy dates and investing for my future kids. 

For some amazing reason, I decided the best way to avoid my parents on my birthday was to leave super early for work and return very late. This meant I had to drive myself to work. So I can drive myself back very late. All these crazy uber stories have humbled me in recent times. At 5am, I set out, my younger sister had laughed so heartily when I told her my plans and she played along. She'll tell them not to wait up for me for dinner because I'll be having meetings till late. 

Two of my friends joined me at this new lounge and we had a blast. I didn't know it was past midnight till my sister called. I jumped into the car and sped off, I turned into our estate and then in less than one minute I heard the most frightening sound ever. … my car had been hit by a drunk. 

The man came over apologising and he didn't look drunk, I was too scared to even come down. We exchanged contacts and he promised to fix my bumper and that's how I said bye to the single life. It didn't take long for us to get fond of each other and at one of our meetings. He proposed! And I was too shocked to even say YES! 

I know proposals are supposed to usher in beautiful butterfly moments but that wasn't the case for me. Adams is everything I want in a man but he has a child and I'm worried as to how my parents would react to that. Even though, the mother of his child is still very single, her parents are chronic muslims and have said they'll never allow them to be man and wife. So it's not like I'm snatching. I'm just scared that my mum might not see it that way. She frowns at anything that has the semblance of "sidechikism" and I share in her sentiments.

As expected, my house was on fire after the revelation. And the verdict was simple, return the ring to him and search for your own man. My mum said I should put myself in Lekan's baby mama shoes and after some days. I think I understood her point. I explained to Lekan and after plenty of arguments he collected his ring. 

I was in my room, wallowing in pain and tears when my sister stormed inside shoving her phone in my face. I could see she was on gistlover's page as tears rolled down her eyes uncontrollably.  She screamed SEE, Ebun SEE. Mummy is a side chick. She snatched daddy from her friend 36 years ago. See daddy's first wife and two sons. 

I cleaned my eyes well to be sure I wasn't seeing double… in fact my mum was their best lady at their wedding. 

Wow……. 

Baddo 2

 I could hear my heartbeat so loudly, it almost felt like I was running a marathon or playing some hard sport. I suddenly started to sweat, Rotimi noticed my sudden uneasiness and asked if everything was cool with me. I quickly feigned tiredness and he joked about how I should remember my salary and get energized. We all laughed but deep down I was wailing, I couldn't afford to lose my Rotimi but salvaging the situation was beyond me. Certainly, my sister in law was going to let the cat out of the bag even though I had no clue as to when and where she would but all I wanted was the courage to pull Rotimi to a corner and tell him my truth before anybody does. 

Truthfully, I didn't think that would do much because if tables were turned I'd not be moved and I'll ask why he had to wait this long before revealing the truth. I summoned up the courage to bring out my phone and I decided to look up any of my lover’s family members, a sister, brother or cousin. Anyone I could speak with to help plead on my behalf because I had played out the scenario and I'm guessing he’ll block me on all platforms and his best friend wouldn't be able to do much because he’ll be paddling Rotimi’s boat.

All my web surfing brought little or no result and I was quite alarmed. I know Rotimi doesn't really speak about his family because he’s the only rebel that ditched his US citizenship to return to Nigeria but I remember he had one heated argument with his sister at some point in our relationship. I was hoping to find her on social media but I guess my FBI’s skills need some updating.

Finally the hangout was over and he drove us home. I rehearsed my speech over and over through the drive home but every time I opened my mouth to begin the conversation……. I lost my voice. I sent a text explaining the situation and once I was sure he had read it, I turned off my phone and cried my eyes out. Annoyingly, my husband was right beside me but he couldn't even tell I was crying because as usual he was on twitter, giggling and dropping his “hot takes”. The cow had no idea that he’s an inch away from getting divorced but what does he care anyways????

As expected, I walked into the sitting room to have a mini family meeting with my mother in law, sister in law and husband. I was unperturbed, in fact I had emailed an estate agent to get me a comfy home close to Rotimi’s, my intention was to ‘KANYE’ him. He’ll bulge eventually and forgive me. I had not heard from him since I sent the message but i’ll definitely call him once these ones are done with their castigation and whatever rubbish they intend to run me through this morning.

Shockingly, my mother in law faced her son and scolded the life out of him, at first I had thought I was dreaming. She reprimanded him for not being emotionally available to me and our son and made him promise to go on a vacation with us to spend quality time and like magic asked my husband to apologize to me and promise to turn a new leaf and he did, wholeheartedly but my heart already belonged to Rotimi and there was no going back. My mother in law also informed us that she had hired the services of a premium marriage counselor to help us reignite our love. I was impressed but this good girl had gone bad Ma’am

In all of this, I kept looking at my sister in law's face and she was smiling and apologizing for her brother’s nonchalant attitude towards us. After the long lecture my mother in law gave us, we thanked her and he had to prepare for work. Apparently, she didn't inform her son of my escapades with Rotimi. My mother in law now pulled me aside and begged me to end things with Rotimi. I  didn't want to make any promises but she made me promise to try. 

To lighten the mood, I told my sister in law to join me in the kitchen and she informed me that Rotimi’s bestie had always spoken highly of me and how my husband must have been a fool not to treat me right. She kept apologizing on her brother’s behalf and I mistakenly told her that it was too late and that my heart already yearned for Rotimi. She paused a bit, then she went to an instagram page and asked me if I could recognize who it was. I looked hard and thought she was about to break my heart and tell me Rotimi had a family somewhere on planet earth.

She laughed and said the female picture was Rotimi before he switched …………………..

And that was why his family disowned him.

Baddo

 Honestly, my instinct told me to stay in bed all day and watch cartoon with my son but as the “coconut headed Princess” that I am, I shook that thought away and still went ahead with my itinerary for the day. As always  my husband had gone out with the boys leaving me and my son to do whatever we pleased. Sometimes, I wondered what would have become of me if I didn’t have a child in this sham I call a marriage and to think that I was sliding in and out of depression during pregnancy. Who would have thought he’ll brighten up my entire existence?

Without a doubt, pregnancy is a very challenging time for every woman but it becomes worse when you have an unsupportive partner. I remember one time when I was vomiting and my husband did not even bother to help me clean up and when I asked, he told me to stop whining, I’m not the first pregnant woman on earth or should I talk about how he’ll go out all day and not bother to check up on me,even when he knew that I was vomiting quite frequently. Everytime I read about pregnant women stressing their husbands to get them various foods and junks. I laughed then cried because I couldn’t relate. Weirdly, my husband and I had a big fight before he agreed to take me regularly for my ante-natal. Saying I suffered was an understatement but you see God put a smile on my face by giving me a mind blowing job in a multiNational firm. 

The day I got a call from the head of HR, I cried very happy tears. This is because the man I married takes care of some of the home needs and NONE of my personal needs. For many months,  I hated myself for quitting my job and  relocating from Ibadan to Lagos all in the name of love. I remember my line manager asking me repeatedly if I was really sure I wanted to go down that route but I was blindly in love not knowing marriage would cure my blindness quickly. I told my husband I got the job and he laughed and said he was very sure it was scammers because those organisations only recruit very smart people. He had no idea that I had done a series of virtual interviews during-after pregnancy and that I had a God who never failed. 

We had a team hang-out in October at some fancy lounge and while I was trying to navigate my way to our table, a waiter spilled drinks on my very fancy outfit. I was about to bring out my Isale-Eko alter ego when a strikingly handsome man interrupted. We ended up at a nearest store where he bought me a new outfit. I felt love, wanted and happy. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone took me shopping, not even Tom Tom. He asked for my number at the end of the evening and I happily handed him over my phone. He became my regular buddy and soon he met my son. They bonded and we had regular chill-outs together. Infact I had even met some of his close friends and associates and started attending functions in matching Asoebis whilst I was still  very married to my husband. The thing is, I had stopped wearing my wedding ring for a bit, I didn’t feel the need to remind everyone that I’m living in bondage , or isn’t it bondage when your husband only smiles and laughs with you when he needs something but doesn’t care to make the chit-chat a regular habit.

Truth be told, I didn’t think my husband was seeing any other person but he just had a very terrible way at communicating and no matter how hard I tried he never understood my point of view but he regularly enjoyed himself with his friends whilst he left me home and dry, not even a movie night. Interestingly, Rotimi assumed I was a single mother and there’s no way I was going to change that assumption because I was enjoying his attention.

Crazily, Rotimi had picked us up in our home a few times and no I didn’t feel bad. If you don’t spend quality time with your family, somebody else will. My husband should even be grateful that I still respect our vows and have not turned on the sexual button in my new relationship.

We landed in Rotimi’s best friend's house and we were chastising him for his womanizing pedigree. He then whispered that we should change our topic as he has a new bAe in his room and he intends to make this permanent. Rotimi, Myself and even my son couldn’t wait to see the special one. We were very curious as to how she made our baddo fall in love with her. Finally, she made her appearance and she turned out to be my husband’s immediate sister……. Yes you read right… my very own sister in law and no I wasn’t ashamed, I was just too scared of losing Rotimi….