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I got a plumber to come and work in my kitchen today. The young man is hardworking and educated. At least from the way he speaks, it’s like he went to some school.

I’m not in the habit of chatting with handymen. Most of them are rude and feel they can talk to a single woman anyhow. But this one is so polite. I’ll put his age at mid-twenties. After more than an hour in my kitchen, he walks to me where I’m reading a novel in the parlor.

“Madam, I’ll advise you change the pipes, or get your landlord to do it.”

Hmm, landlord. That will take ages.” I close my book. “The pipe is leaking badly. Can’t you patch it or something?”

“I have. But it’s just a temporary thing. The pipes are old.”

“I had the problem when I first moved in and the plumber just did nonsense and took all my money. I’ve been managing it since.”

“Don’t blame him. The pipes are really old. If you can spare some money, I’ll have the whole thing changed.” He shrugs. “After all, you live here not the landlord. The leaking sink inconveniences you, not landlord.”

He sounds sensible, and I concur. “You’re right. But how much will it cost?”

“I’ll take the measurement and send you a quote.” He arched an eyebrow. “If you give me your number.”


I have a second number I use, and I call the number for him. No way am I dating a man and my phone rings with another man’s number, plumber or not. I learnt a lesson I can’t forget when this happened with a carpenter.

He saves the number. “Thanks. I’ll send the quote.”

“You’re welcome.”

He leaves, and then I remember he didn’t collect money. Huh! I don’t have his number either. A neighbor had called him for me. Well, I could return to the neighbor for his number, or wait for his quote. I decide on the latter. I hope it’s not a tactic to force me to change the pipes. I already make up my mind I’m deducting whatever I spend on the next rent. Though I just paid one, so I have almost a year to wait. Duh!

I don’t know his name either.

He just left me with a strange feeling. Something about his eyes, the way he looks, and the good grammar. I don’t notice men like him normally. He’s of no use to a woman like me.

My phone buzzes, the other one, and I pick it quickly, thinking it’s the plumber. But I don’t recognize the number. I don’t usually pick unknown callers but I imagine it’s “him” so I take the call.

“Nosa!!! Ah, finally I get through to you. Hian! Na wa o. Where have you been?”

I think I know the voice but I just need to be sure. “Hello? Toyin?”

“Same same.” She chuckles. “A leopard never changes its skin.”

I roll my eyes first. “Wow. It’s been long.”

“Send me your address. I’m in Lagos.” She shrieks. “Can you imagine? I just said let me try this number again.”


I call out my address to her. Toyin is a friend from before. We were close when I was in the university.

She sounds a little breathless. “I’m on my way.”

After a couple more exchanges, she hangs up. I hope she doesn’t plan to sleep. It’s still early in the day, and tonight is date-night. Though I’m meeting Luke at a partner’s company dinner, still, I can’t come back to a house-guest. It’s a chance I’m not willing to take.

Toyin. Back on campus, Toyin did stuff with boys I cringe at. She was one crazy girl back then, but in our final year, she mellowed. Said she had found God. Well, we had been preaching for her for a while so, it was good for her.

I hope she doesn’t get on my nerves.

Why am I so nervous Toyin is visiting me after like five years? It’s not that long ago we were mates?

Or maybe it’s the plumber making me feel uncertain.


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Book Title: Way of the Unfaithful

Author: Sinmisola Ogunyinka

Genre: Women’s Contemporary Fiction

Characters: Kokei, Dodeye, Isalo, Kommomo, Mrs Atai, Ps Bassey, Nneoyi, Obandi, Elder Ikpi, Obal, Obol Otoma Ofem, Obol Lopol.


Dodeye is married to faithful Kokei but her history says the opposite about her. They live happily together until Dodeye accepts a chieftaincy title from home. Kokei’s life is going to change forever. In this drama filled novel we learn that what we sow is really what we are going to reap.

I will highly recommend this novel to anyone because this book carries a heavy and powerful moral with it. The book is also engaging it is a book that you just can’t drop. Left to me it is a six-star book.


Moral: What you sow is what you reap.


By Ooreofeoluwa Ogunyinka.



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The room/flat mate thing comes up again. Luke won’t even come inside because he can’t afford to “bump” into her or her friends or her lover! I’m like—huh? I’ve done many things in relationships but humping in the backseat of a car is not one of my favorites. We can’t go to his place, and the suggestion to go to a hotel—

Luke gasps. “Are you plain stupid or just cracking stupid jokes?”

Bottom line, Ivy needs to move back to her place. She just must be more responsible with her associations.

When she wakes in the afternoon, I ask her as she prepares fried plantain and eggs, her first meal of the day.


She glances at me and yawns. “You’re awake?”

“Since. I slept before twelve.”

More discoveries about Luke. He can night-crawl but most nights, I’m back before midnight because he either has a business meeting or wants to go home.

Wants to go home! He’s given the excuse twice and it bothers me. I am home. One more reason why Ivy has to move out.

She giggles. “You’re changing now. Before twelve, huh! This Luke is turning my babe into a wife.”

I scratch my neck. “Yeah. And it’s because of him I think you need to move back to your place.”

I know she won’t like it but it’s hurting my love-life. The smile on her face freezes for a minute.

“How? I mean, why?”

“Luke won’t come inside talk less spend the night because you’re here. Even when you’re out of the house!”


“Ivy, try and understand.”

“No problem. I’ll leave this evening. I mean, my room is empty.”

I roll my eyes. “You should leave that accommodation. You can get a place like this, and bring in one of your sisters to stay with you, and—”

She puts up her hand, palm facing me. “Please, I know what to do with myself.”

“Ivy, try and understand for goodness’ sake.”

She flashes a smile. “Of course, I do.”

But I know she doesn’t. She’s made a couple of snide remarks about Luke and how my “life is wrapped around a mirage.” I can’t blame her. I will be jealous too, and she’s coped with it for over a month now.

“It’s a matter of time, Luke will start meeting my friends and you’re number one.”

She snickers. Finishes preparing her food and sits on the small stool in the kitchen to eat. It’s the truth no matter the hypocrisy of our lives.

I steal one piece of fried plantain from her plate and she swats at my hand. “I have errands to run.”

She shrugs. “Okay.”

Ivy sulks but always comes around with time. Things have been a bit rough for her in the last few months what with the drugging and raping. She’s dealing with a lot and I try to be there for her but I have to live my life. And neither of us has ever dated any man like Luke. It could have been her who nabbed him.

I offered to pick out curtain samples for Luke’s office redecoration. It’s one of the things I enjoy. I always say it that if I’d choose a career, it would be art-related and interior decors always had me fascinated. And I’m good too.

I’m tempted to ask her if she’ll still be around when I return but what does it matter. I will call her if I get back and she’s gone.

“See you later.”

She mumbles a response and I leave her to think about her life. She has two sisters who hang on her for sustenance. She can afford a place like mine and have them live with her. But Ivy doesn’t make a lot of smart choices and I suspect her parents back home in Ondo state don’t know exactly what she does for a living in Lagos.

Her cup of tea.

It’s a long day for me, and indeed when Luke’s driver drops me off at about nine, Ivy’s packed and gone. Silly girl couldn’t even sweep her room or wash the dishes she used.

It’s not date-night but I feel relief now. My man can come in whenever he wants. I smile as I place a call to him to give the good news.

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The truth, the lie, and the dare

The truth, he is a butcher.

The lie, she is a student.

Can they dare a relationship?

What happens when a butcher, a brutal killer, meets a career woman on top of her game? What if she is not who she has made him believe she is?

Chico has always been a butcher, the son of a butcher and the grandson of a butcher, and the violent nature of his job had finally taken its toll. He is remote, angry, and searching for something. Something he finds in Christine, a lady who’s got seemingly everything existing only in Chico’s dream world.

Christine Bello presents as the perfect career woman from a rich and influential family but her relationship choices all seem to be wrong. Even Chico Ode turns out to be from a different class her family would not accept.

Torn between her job, family, church, and the truth, Christine dares to fall in love but she’s not the only one with a lie, and shadows in her life. As the reality of their choices unfold Chico is forced to answer many questions of his own, or forfeit the opportunity to have his dreams come true.


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Nosa will date any man for the right price. Find out why.

If at some point I thought Luke Chase was a player, not only playing his wife but playing me as well, then I can’t be more wrong.

Luke is not a player. Sounds ironic but, for real, he isn’t. I don’t see him like that, anyway. When he’s with me, he forgets everyone and everything. No one else matters.

I begin to notice this gentlemanly attitude after our first date. He didn’t even pick his calls. Several times during dinner, he will look at his blinking screen, and murmur, “I’ll call her later.”

At some point, I break my own code and talk about “the other woman” in his life. The phone rings to the end three times in a row, and he keeps murmuring the same thing.

So, I blurt, “Is it your wife?”

“No.” He smirks. “You don’t want to talk about my wife, I’m sure.”

Huh huh, I sure don’t.” We both laugh over that and continue to enjoy the evening.

My code is to keep it as uncomplicated as possible. But for once, this particular date is what I want forever. In Ivy’s words, my fangs are out, and I’m sinking my teeth in this one.

After dinner, we go to the club where we met. His friends are there, and I’m surprised I didn’t notice he had good company then. It was my first time visiting the club and I thought it was his too. I was wrong.

Luke’s friends, at least six of them, come and go and he introduces me each time. They are all rich, none wearing their rings but I can swear on my father’s angry grave they are all married. Some have female companions, so don’t.

Ivy had told me this club was the place to be if you want a good catch and she’s been right so far. Paying for the membership hurt my finances but it paid off.

“Where do you want to go when we leave here?” Luke whispers into my ears.

“Where do you want to go?”

He bites the tip of my ear close to his mouth. “I want to make money. What about a casino?”

I laugh. “Okay. I’ll be your good luck charm.”

We enjoy a few drinks and after a couple of hours, we go to a casino he seems to know well. The staff and some clients greet him.

“If we win big, then I’ll know I should stake big on you. But if we lose, then I’ll accept you’re not the woman for me.”


I’m shaking from head to toe as the games begin, praying every manner of prayer of confession. Calling figures in my head, and mumbling like a psycho. If he ties his luck to this relationship, we had better win.

I grip Luke as the casino guy spin the wheel, and it stops right in front of our stakes.

Luke groans. “Just half a million.”

I scream. “It’s still a win!”

He laughs. “Sure. But it’s not big. So I’ll have to put only small hope in this relationship.”

“No, please. It’s big for me, you know.”

“Let’s play one more.”

“No, please. I can’t take any more of the pressure.”

He winks. “Okay, I won’t stake us to it.”

I shake my head. “Even though.”

Oh, so we just watch?”

I nod. I can’t believe I almost wet myself with fear. I can’t wait to leave this place. I never liked casinos.

Finally, he agrees we leave. He collects the win, and until we drive out of there before I can breathe again.

The night is still young for me, just about two in the morning but Luke is a little tipsy, and I agree we shouldn’t go anywhere else though I had my eyes on another club.

“Take the casino money, do some shopping for yourself,” he says when he stops in front of my house.

I try to sound like it’s not a big deal. “Oh, thanks.” I pick the pouch of one-thousand-naira notes. “Come in, my flat mate is out.”

“I don’t do flat mates.”

Beginning of knowing Luke Chase. He prefers to make out in his car than in a house with a room/flat mate!


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It’s been a week since I wrote anything in this journal. A crazy week too. Haven’t heard from Luke since his mother’s party, and I am so broke now. Ivy thinks I should forget about him and move on.

“He’s a big catch, alright but who cares for an unstable big catch.”

“What if I go out and he sees me. He’ll think I’m not serious.”

“Well, you’ll starve. Don’t you know men like him?”

That was yesterday. She went to the club and came back with a stash of cash. I feel guilty having to share. What was the message last Sunday again…Keeping our eyes on the prize. Ivy doesn’t understand it. If a whole weekend goes by and I don’t start earning, I’ll be forced to go to the lesser bars. Which I don’t want to go.

Ivy sleeps all through the day. She plans to do all night today, and wants to try out a new club. Friends have been telling us about it for a couple weeks. I stopped doing all night on Saturdays so I can be in church early. Being a member of a special protocol team means I have to be early on Sundays.

Ivy comes out of the bathroom, tying a towel. “What are you writing?”

I shrug. “Some thoughts.”

I close the notebook. I don’t like someone snooping. But Ivy does all the time.

“Are you coming tonight or not?” She folds her arms. “You’ll miss a lot.”

“I’m just confused. I’m thinking I should give him another week.”

“And starve.”

She opens the wardrobe, gets dressed, and leaves. If he doesn’t return any of my calls or messages by Monday, I have to go out. Yes, Ivy can feed me for some time, but it is an unwritten code: you don’t eat off a friend when you can fend for yourself.

This feeling is painful. Water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. Luke. So close yet so far.

I pick up my phone and begin to speak to it. Ring, by the mercies of God, ring. Let it be a text or a message. Let it be Luke. Let him have something for me. Let it happen right now, dear Lord.

Ivy comes to my church once in a while. She doesn’t think I qualify to serve God the way I do. But then, who does? Who is without sin here? A bunch of hypocrites!

It takes a moment before I realize my phone is ringing. I jack it up. Luke.


“Are you dressed, babe?”

“No—Yes, I mean. I can be.”

He laughs. I’m picking you up in thirty minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll be ready!”


He hangs up and I glare at my phone for a second before I spring into action. “Yes! Yes, thank you Father!!!”

I rush to take a shower. In twenty minutes, I am ready. I fold my hands in my lap and wait.

Yes! I have a testimony in church tomorrow!


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I have to move Ivy to my house. I don’t want to lose my friend, and she’s in a horrible state, mind and body. She won’t go to the hospital, and I wish she’d just go. Instead, she mixes stuff together and drinks.

“It flushes the system,” she says after throwing her guts up.

I hope the relevant system gets cleaned though.

As I write in my new journal, I am overwhelmed and want to cry. Ivy is the sweetest girl this side of forever, and she gets raped by the same people who’ve been around her for months. People she could call friends.

Why am I keeping this diary anyway? All is vanity. Someone will pick it and make my deepest thoughts public. And this makes me want to cry too. This is supposed to be a time of excitement for me. I’m attending Luke’s mother’s birthday tomorrow.

But I can’t stop crying right now.




The party starts at 12noon, but I decide to make an appearance two hours later. Dressed in my white and aubergine, I don’t stand out except for the mere fact that I do. With so many beautiful people in the Skyview hall of the Lekki Coliseum (TLC), and admission was strictly by the chip on the invitation card, I feel lost for a moment then I spot Luke in a circle of men about his age. He is clad in a white silk voile kaftan and the “uniform” lilac and aubergine cap.

A waitress leads me to a reserved table. It occurs to me the invites are tagged. This party is like none I have ever attended. I want to take pictures of what people wore, the jewelry on the women, their make-up, oh this is a fashion fair. But I maintain my cool. 

My table has eight other people on it already, and I smile cordially. I don’t know these people. They’re all wearing the colours. Are they family or outsiders like me. I know why I’m here so I don’t feel awkward one bit.

It’s easy to locate the celebrant, because I’ve seen her picture online, and then of course, her table is flooded by guests coming and going.

Luke suddenly turns my way. My eyes have been intermittently on him, hoping to catch his attention. He smiles, and my heart drops into my feet. This is too good to be true. I think I am in love for the first time in my life.

I smile in return, and flutter my eyelids before I give my attention to a waiter placing a plate in front of me.

Before I can take a bite of the “small chops” the waiter dropped, Luke strolls over. My table is just a couple away from the beautiful celebrant’s. Away from his, where he’d stood chatting.

“You look gorgeous.” He winks. “Enjoy the party. I’ll send my driver during the week.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He walks over to the other side of my table and bends over an over-dressed, over-made up “Iya Eko.”

“Aunty, I didn’t see when you arrived.”

She wags her finger at him, and when she speaks her voice is thick and deep. “Huh, se ikan nnu awon galfriends e niyen? Luke!”

He laughs, and tweaks her nose. “Let your imaginations run!” He is off before she could respond.

Well, she laughs. A few others on the table glance at me openly. I am used to open antagonism. I may not be a Yoruba girl, but I understand the language. I refuse to speak it though I can. These Yoruba people can be the sauciest human beings on earth. The aunt asked him if I’m one of his girlfriends. So what? Mtschew.

I simply take Luke’s advice and enjoy the party to the fullest.


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