If there was one person I knew I could call it was my oldest and closest friend, Kunbi. “Hello Kunbi, please I need your help” I desperately begged. Sounding surprised, she replied “Na wa o. No hello? You’re rude sha” she jested. Noticing the serious gravity of the situation, she asked “What’s wrong my dear?”. “It’s my husband” I replied. “I think he’s seeing that his Ibo ex”. “What?!” she exclaimed. “How did you come about this information?” she asked hoping I hadn’t heard it from someone else. I went on to tell her about the fateful encounter and requested her to help me send someone to follow my husband and watch what happens. “Are you sure about this, Ayo?” she asked. “I don’t want to be the one that splits a home, let alone your home”. “I’m sure o, Kunbi. Don’t worry, you’re not splitting any home” I said in an effort to reassure her. “Okay, I’ll send my assistant to check things out and get a couple of pictures” she replied with a heavy sigh. I was happy and thanked her. “I knew I could always count on you” I said. “The dinner is at 6pm. So keep me posted if anything comes up”. All I need is a bit of assurance. Surely that’s not a bad thing. These were the thoughts that justified my actions.
As the hour of reckoning approached, I got more and more restless. What images will I get? What are they doing? I flipped through tv shows and couldn’t focus on any of them. Then my phone beeped. The moment of truth. “Are you sure you want to see this, Ayo? I advice against it”. That was Kunbi. What does she mean? Is this another attempt to scare me? I’m sure it is. “Send them now. Please” I replied. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” she replied following up with images of my husband and his old flame on a date. The tears fell with such ease. I felt someone just opened a flood within me. I was weak to my knees. My worst fear had been confirmed. I kept staring at the pictures in disbelief. The progression was unbecoming. He kissed her hand, her cheek then her forehead. “At least he did me the courtesy of not kissing her lips” I thought while crying. These were minor gestures but the jealousy and insecurity in me left me overthinking things.
He came in a few minutes past 10 and I couldn’t bear to look at him. I tried to keep my composure and smile but when he tried to kiss me I turned away. He stood and stared in my eyes “You’ve been crying baby. What’s the problem?” he asked softly. How can he be so calm after what he did? How can he act like nothing happened? I got upset and couldn’t hold back my disappointment. “You’re going to act like you and Priscilla didn’t do anything? I have pictures” I said as I confronted him. “I don’t understand. Pictures of what?” he asked as his voice got louder. He was getting upset. “Pictures of your so-called date, Mr. Adekoya” I said in a petty tone. “How could you do this to me? And worse with your damn ex. At least you didn’t kiss her lips in public, so that shows a bit of respect you still have for me.” I said while crying. “Go back to her if you want her so bad” I yelled. He looked at me with disappointment in his eyes as he flipped through the pictures. “If this is how far you will go because of an ex, perhaps I should go back to her. She definitely knew better”. I was enraged with this statement and in my fit of rage, I had slapped my husband before I even knew what had happened. I could see the shock in his face. I realized I was wrong but decided to stand by my actions. “At least he will know I’m not joking around” my inner woman thought to herself. He said nothing as he picked his car key and walked out. I followed behind him yelling “where do you think you’re going?”. As I was about to step out, I heard our daughter cry and had no choice but to let him go. He’ll come back and meet me here. I’m ready for him.