Story: Where is the Guy I Married?…. Episode 3 (Written by Oyekunle Lizzy Oyebola)

EPISODE 3
I was determined to show Dave hell when he
comes back.
The offences were that he cheated on me
and also that he never told me about it.
“If he had told you about it, would you have
been able to contain it?” My Guide whispered to
my ears.
“See, right now Holy Spirit, I am not ready for
peace. I am not happy. I kept myself for this
guy. I never knew a man. No man had seen my
nakedness apart from him and now, he is not
contended!” I ranted on and on.
I picked my Bible and put it aside. I didn’t want
any chance for God thing this afternoon.
God is too peaceful o!
When it’s time to fight, we should. If he comes
now and I am submissive to him, he would really
not know what offence he has committed.
I flipped through the Christian channels on the
cable and they were talking about forgiveness,
tolerance, understanding, prayer bring every
yokes down. Even the Islamic stations
bombarded my ears with not allowing the devil
into our marriages by our mistakes.
I felt like screaming!
Must everyone do this to me?
Can’t I just have the chance to fight for myself?
“Liz, you think fighting would settle this? No!
listen!” the Holy spirit said to me.
The Spirit must love me so much to still
persistently speak to me.
He knows my name! he knows my every
thought! He sees each tear that falls and hears
me when I call!
Oh now I know the true message of that song!
I listened!
“See, a woman needs the wisdom of God. If a
marriage works, its kudos to the woman. If it
doesn’t work again, it’s a failure on her part”
“How? How?” I said on. Is it because the Holy
Spirit is a spirit that he can’t feel what I am
feeling? Woman’s fault ke!
“See, a wise woman builds her home but the
foolish one pulls it down with her own hands.
Hence, to build this home, you need wisdom”
“How else can I be wise Lord? I am very sure I
am in your will. Or, am I not?” I was almost
crying. I had fallen on my face with great
anguish.
“You are in God’s will daughter but that does not
shield you from life’s storms. God has not
promised Christians a storm free life but he
promised us his protection even in the storm”
“Ah! But you said you will not tempt us more
than we can bear Lord. This is beyond my
capability. Other women can handle it but I
can’t. I really can’t”
“You have never really farmed but let me tell
you this. It is very dangerous for vegetables at
the very tender age to survive. They would need
a flower bed and camping to survive through the
harsh weather and others. When they grow to
maturity, no one remembers the suffering they
have been through o. “
“Oh God!” his words were hitting me hard
“Look at you and your twin sister Elizabeth. You
think raising you was easy? Twins are not
desirable when they are young o but look at you
both now; it’s sweet to desire twins. That’s how
marriage is. It has its ups and down especially
when it is at the tender stage but now, it’s up to
you what becomes of your family. Don’t fail the
test. The devil is at the door. Fight harder! Don’t
give up!” He concluded and there was silence.
Wisdom of God is Jesus!
I need you Jesus!
Help me handle this situation well!
>>>>>>>>>>
I had my bath with the Laurel
lavender soap Dave brought me
from France.
“If you want to catch your husband and put him
in the mood, bath with this soap. My dear, I love
lavender!” he told me when he gave the
expensive soap to me last month.
I also oiled my body in lavender lotion and
sprayed my body. Then, I wore one very
beautiful, scanty night-gown that I bought at
PEP last month.
I had taken care of the whole house and it was
very well scented. The lavender air freshener
was at work really good.
My mother in law came over in the morning and
had taken Blossom out to return in the evening.
What a chance!
I had pounded yam and prepared Dave’s Egusi
elemi meje soup (with dried fish, bush meat,
snails, crayfish, stockfish, chicken…name it all).
I even took my time to make him a bottle of
citrus squash!
I was very attractive. I checked myself in the
mirror and no! This is me!
Dave, please do and come home quickly jhur!
>>>>>>>>>>>
He smiled as he saw me,
looking deeply into my eyes
with love.
I could be a very good seductress though to
make this recently bony guy smile. I thought to
myself.
I flashed my teeth open as I smiled and no! I
killed it! That is exactly what Dave loves. He
came closer to me and wanted to hug me.
I just took his briefcase and ran up the stairs.
His eyes followed me and he smiled.
“Foolish guy! He has been giving me attitude o.
Now, he sees me looking good and he is smiling.
He doesn’t even know if it’s a trap!”
He ran after me to the room like a cock courting
a hen. He was all over me but I really played
him.
He caught me around the waist and I wriggled
out like an earthworm that encountered salt. He
looked at me and was disappointed
“You are looking very nice this evening” he said.
“Haven’t I been looking good before?” I asked
“Hmmm, you have always been but since you
gave birth to Blossom, you have really not been
attractive. You know?” he was saying.
Really! So, that’s the problem!
That’s why you have been watching porn to see
well appealing girls” I wanted to say but I ate
my words
“Really? Tell me something. If not, nothing for
you tonight” I went on.
It worked! He started talking
“Since you gave birth, you won’t wear brassiere.
Everything would be down like whatever. Your
hair would be scattered all over your head. You
will wear big clothes and you won’t walk so
smartly. It was always you and Blossom. You
had time for her than for me.”
Ah! My hubby is a kid o!
What is he saying?
So my appearance and the devotion to child
raising is the wahala now, abi?
“Well, I have heard you. But you like my dressing
today?”
“Yes I do” he said sweetly, running his eyes over
my body
“That’s why you didn’t ask after our baby?” I
said and he opened his mouth slightly, guilt on
his face.
“That’s true. Where is Blossy?” he asked
“Granny came to carry her”
“Wow! Good! We should do that once in a while”
he said, grinning happily.
He came close to me again and wanted to touch
him. I avoided him like a plague. He looked hurt
but I was really enjoying the whole thing.
“Husbandman, I want you as you want me but I
have bathed. Go and bath too” I said and he
sighed deeply, started removing his clothes and
off he dashed to the bathroom.
I laughed so heavily!
At least, I am forgiving him little but little though
I am still hurt
Revenge is sweet o, abeg!
I went to the wardrobe, brought out very tight
leggings, wore it and tied wrapper. Off I went to
sleep- pretentious sleep
He was already on the bed tugging at me and all
but I didn’t respond. He was getting angry I
know because I have never performed this kind
of stunt before.
“Your food is on the dining table” I told him and
he sat up on the bed, fuming and looking angry.
“What’s it? Eat now” I teased him
“No! it’s you I want.”
“Pounded yam and Egusi o” I said again
“Lizzy stop!” he came close, pulled the blanket
away and he saw the leggings. He looked
perturbed and looked into my face
“What’s this?”
“Leggings.”
“Leggings?”
“Yes! Its time to sleep” I said and slid into the
blanket again.
“Liz, It seems you have forgotten your bible but I
will remind you. First Corinthians chapter 7 verse
5 says ‘The wife does not have authority over
her own body but yields it to her husband…” he
was saying when I cut him shut abruptly
“Seems you have forgotten that the verse you
just quoted isn’t complete. I will tell you. The
last part of that verse also says ‘likewise also
the husband hath not power over his own body
but his wife.” I was almost screaming.
My revenge turning into hate.
“Yes, agreed! No one is disputing that fact. But
the next verse also says ‘Do not deprive each
other except perhaps by mutual consent and for
a time, so that you may devote yourselves to
prayer’…except during fast! Don’t you understand
your Bible again?”
I saw that it was choking him. I was enjoying
the banter. I sat up and faced him.
“Well, Mr. Interpreter of the Bible! I am fasting! I
am having sex fast so let’s respect that”
“What!” he exclaimed
“Dave, I really do not want to speak but since it
seems you are ready for a biblical fight, I am
ready for you so that you will know that khaki no
be leather!”
“ehn ehn!..” he said, looking at me in disbelief.
This obviously can’t be my humble Lizzy. Lizzy
never disrespects me.
“Yes! Khaki no be leather.” I repeated
intentionally.
That is perhaps the most abusive word I know
and he looked on in amazement
“For some days now, you have been giving me
attitudes, refusing to look into my face, you have
refused to carry Blossom or play with her. You
have found my touch irritating and now because
you are on heat like a dog, you are coming to
me. Mba! It doesn’t work that way”
I was talking so emphatically that I didn’t know
when I compared him to a dog.
He clapped his hands together still surprised
“Lizzy! Lizzy! Is it because I wanted to lie with
my own wife that I have become a dog? Is that
why you have the effrontery and audacity to tell
me I am a dog? Liz, you compared me to a dog!
Liz…”
When I saw that it was getting into his heart
really deep, I switched to the defense mood
automatically. So I stood abruptly and picked up
my Bible. I opened it so fast that it looked like I
was being controlled by some elements.
“Let me also read this passage to you my dear
husband. Malachi chapter 2 verses 14. ‘You ask
why? It is because the Lord is the witness
between you and the wife of your youth. You
have been unfaithful to her, though she is your
partner, the wife of your marriage covenant.”
“Jesus! Liz, what are you saying? What are you
talking about? When did I cheat on you? How?”
He asked on, looking at me with such pitiful face
that I felt like I was a mad woman. I shook my
head.
“I am not mad! I know what I am saying!” I told
myself loudly.
Confusion set in and I didn’t know what to do. I
cannot believe its me teasing my husband with
what rightly belongs to him.
Too much of some kinds of movies though! They
taught me!
‘What is happening to me? Is this how to honor
my husband? Isn’t this disrespect of the highest
order? See his face, looking like he wants to
cry!’ I thought to myself.
“I didn’t bargain for this Lord. I never ever
imagined shouting at Dave. I am confused. I am
so so confused. Why did he cheat on me? Why
has he been unfaithful to me? Why?” I started
crying again!
Oh my tears duct! It’s always falling my hands!
It doesn’t obey me at all! The tears flowed.
Dave stood up from the bed and came close to
me. He reached for me but I avoided his hands
“Don’t touch me! Your hands are filthy…Dave,
they are so filthy…” I continued in my cries.
Dave started sniffing wetly too. I looked into his
eyes- he was crying. I stopped crying. I tried to
see clearly from the clouds of my tears.
“What is it?” I asked.
Why is he crying? Is he really cheating on me?
As i Saw him crying profusely, i became afraid.
“Liz….” He was saying when he stopped again.
He cried on and on.
Jesus!
Help me not to die from my anxiety o!
I am very mad because he was watching porn.
Because of porn and nothing more! Can I bear
him telling me he has a girlfriend or he probably
has a child out-of-wedlock? In fact, I will die!
I looked into his face so deeply and he looked
into mine. His stream of tears mixed with the
small puddles of sweat on his face to make a
sea!
I have never seen him cry before!
Everything is strange!
“Liz, I have a confession to make” he said and
held my two hands. I started shaking. I was
speechless
“Please forgive me Liz” he said on shaking with
tears so badly. I stood up.
Holy Spirit, is this also a storm that would pass?
I really needed strength!
I was weak. My knees couldn’t carry me.
I have never bargained for this
Where is the guy I married?
What does this guy want to say?
Oh God! I’m scared!!!
Watch for episode 4

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