CONTINUED FROM THE LAST BLOG POST......
I slowly looked through Cynthia's pictures and there my husband was in sixty percent of them, infact they have more pictures together than we do and from the look of things she's one of those, my husband chose me over, the sad part is, I only got the ring, this Cynthia woman seems to have his heart, and even the children that I carried in my own womb, how can he name my girls after her? Akinola must be damn right MAD!!!!!!!!!!! how dare him? It's crazy enough that he is a sweet cheat, because up until now I thought the idiot was a saint, I bless God for him everyday, not even a simply trace of his adulterous self and yet he goes to church lifting unholy and cursed hands to God.....ha. AKINOLA A GBA....... (this means I will deal with him).
I packed my things and head straight home but not before opening another facebook account and sending my husband's mistress a friend request, she accepted and I began my full time job of stalking her. I need to get more evidence because his parents and our pastor must be informed, and divorcing him doesn't seem like a no go area because I am deeply wounded. I do not give a flying hoot about what the world would say, all I know is no man would turn me into a fool, I must let the world know that Akinola is just a pretender and to think we are both marriage counsellors in church.... I don't even which one of his offences is hitting me hard, the fact that he is a cheat or the name part. The media is right, men are devils and those of us married to the Yoruba clan might be harbouring demons in our lives, I went to my kitchen made food and added plenty of pepper to his portion. In less than an hour, he was back but he just came home to pack a few things, he had to travel for a business meeting in Enugu, this was not unusual but my already burning self would not let me do my duties as a wife, he called when he got to his hotel room and I managed to say a few wifely words.
Being a detective is not an easy job but I was learning fast, I had to catch up on Cynthia's old post as I got busy with work and all, we had a major surgery and to God be the glory it was successful, Tracy was still bitter but she managed to loosen up a bit after the surgery, my investigative self found out that my darling husband and Cynthia were in the same location, her brother was getting married and my husband attended, though he ran it by me when he called in the evening, he just did not mention the fact his so called friend was a blast from the past.....and this is the man I call my own. I must be crowned the queen of all naive women. I cried my eyes out even my colleagues knew something was wrong, I was forced to confide in Tracy and that's something I would never have done, no offence I think her reasoning ability had packed a long time ago but here I was shattered, my husband was my best friend, how could I have confided in him, when he is the reason for my tears. Tracy was shocked and offered to help, she found out she had common friends with Cynthia, facebook makes that very easy and in a matter of days, I was informed that my husband and Cynthia were once engaged to be married and they had never stopped being friends, some are of the opinion that they are still lovers and might elope soon, that information eliminated whatever love I had for my husband and I found myself googling incognito the names of the best divorce lawyers, I could afford.... Isn't life crazy!!! I used to be against divorce now I am seriously searching for it.
My husband got back and I treated him to an amazing meal, he collapsed after eating the very first portion, I quickly flushed down the remaining, washed the plate and then staged a new plate of food with a cut in the pounded yam that looked like the portion he swallowed before screaming for help from the neighbours, he was eventually rushed to the hospital. The doctor told me he would be fine but it might take a while because his blood pressure was high and his tongue had been injured badly. I looked at him on the bed, he looked almost lifeless, I became scared of myself, I...I had become a dangerous and bitter woman, I successfully poured a big bowl of salt into the portion of stew my husband ate from because I wanted revenge, what if he had died? what is wrong with me? what happened to the forgiveness I preach? How did I even get to this place of anger and murder?
I cried beside my husband bed, like a child who had been asked to repeat the term, the nurse had to drag me away and comforted me saying he would be fine, unknown to her, I caused myself the pain I now feel.
Sleep was a luxury I could not afford, I wondered why divorce was the first thing that came to my mind, why I did not think about talking to my husband? why I did not even talk to God about it and why I chose Tracy? well maybe I knew she would give me what I wanted to hear, I search google incognito so that just incase my husband develops complications from my already conceived plans the police would find nothing on me when they start snooping. I still wanted a divorce though but this time I was sorry for my actions, I remember during one of my counselling meeting with a troubled couple, I asked them why they got married and it led them to tears, it was my turn to answer that question and instead of tears, it led me into a state of confusion. I was rounding up my National youth service programme, when my I met my husband, we dated for almost nineteen months and we got married. I got married because I wanted kids and it was the next step in my life, the society tells us that after university and a job, marriage is the next point of call and I heeded it. little wonder I was quick to jump on the divorce train when a little challenge came to play, after all the society does not exactly preach patience in marital matters.
My husband got well and I decided to do what was right, I confronted him and he let me in, Cynthia was his ex, the attraction to her was the name, he had an aunt who died while he was young, her name was Cynthia and Hannah, the exact names his ex had on her birth certificate,he had promised to name his children after her because she had no offspring of her own, they were engaged to be married and it was after the introduction that they discovered they were both AS and they had no choice but to cancel the wedding. Cynthia acted all fine till she decided to slit her wrist after her new boyfriend impregnated another woman, my husband was called to help talk to her, the visits and hangouts were mere friendly visit, he was scared to tell me because he knew I might not approve of it. He apologised and I felt very ashamed of myself. I was quick to run out of the window when it was time to take the marital test, the society is quick to make us believe we are fools for taking the forgiveness lane but be rest assured that the society is as confused as the one facing the problem, I also got to realise the reason why divorce has become a norm is because we marry for wrong reasons. I married because I wanted kids and it was the next thing to do after getting after-all that's what the society tell us and alas when the storm came I was quick to head out because I had kids already. I knew I had to go back to the drawing board and re sketch my drawing. I am just glad we were able to mend our cracked walls without leaving a dent.
The news that greeted me on Monday at work was one worthy of cinema viewing, Bassey had not only impregnated Damola but also impregnated Tracy( after the embarrassment he gave her, some months back, this girl still went back to him) and to crown it up he impregnated my medical director's seventeen year old daughter. My medical director gave him the beating of his life and got his army friends to lock him up in a cell, only to find out that Bassey was a product of his illicit affair while he was serving in Calabar, many years ago.........
