My sister’s husband…

My sister’s husband has a tiny birthmark on the upper side of his left lap, I know because I have circled it with my fingertips.

My most embarrassing experience🤧.

I cancelled Igbo boys in general the day I got embarrassed by one.
It was the worst day of my life.
On a Sunday, after church service, I was standing in the church junction waiting for a bus to board.

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His marriage was over, he knew it. The problem was he refused to accept it. His wife Lizzy had made it clear last week after he stomped into her office accusing her of being in an affair with her ex and blaming him for their marital woes. She was tired of his obsession with this particular ex, tired of dealing with his insecurities and accusations, and every other problem that came with having him as a husband. She was done. While he was still ‘blabbing’, she ordered him to leave her office, her voice so low she could barely hear herself. “Get out!” She yelled, louder this time. He paused, startled, walked up to her so they were barely inches apart, but she didn’t flinch. She looked him dead in the eye. Finally he shook his head then turned to leave slamming the door behind him. He knew that this time she didn’t just want him out of her office but out of her life, and one way or the other he was going to have to accept it.
Few days later, after a meeting at work, he stopped at a bar. He wanted to be away from everyone but also didn’t want to be alone.

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Love

Injected

She stood by the window watching in terror as the door opened slowly; he was back again for her and there was nowhere to run. She folded her hands by her side, looking around for a way to escape or hide, but there was no hiding spot and the only way out was through the door.

Back to before

“Mummy!” my son screamed from outside at the top of his voice. I didn’t blame him, he was late for school and I was sitting in front of the mirror, trying to use makeup to hide my swollen eyes.

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