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Welcome to the final episode of season II, Zoe is hurt by Dave’s actions. Shika and Jordan are enjoying their honeymoon. Nuerkie took a rash decision to give Terry a chance, will she change her mind or woo him? Yaw Djima tried being intimate with Zoe the last time, will she reciprocate or should he just move on?

SHIKA

 After our civil wedding in LA, we went for our honeymoon in Maui. Jay is everything I prayed and dreamed about. He was worth the wait, I was skeptical a bit about waiting to have sex before marriage. He on the other hand, was firm in his stance. I don’t kiss and tell, but all I can say is Osofo blew my mind. The best sex I have ever had. It was also beautiful learning about each other’s bodies, desires and needs.

During our time in Maui, we decided stay up and join the church service online. Imagine my shock when Reverend Dave switched the narrative about his marriage. I have not disclosed any of my knowledge about Zoe’s marriage to Jay. Zoe is my friend, not everything she tells me has to be relayed to my partner.

I called her several times but she did not answer. I was in the middle of drafting a social media post to defend her when she called back and asked me not to say anything. I was so furious; my fingers were itchy. It was difficult watching them drag her name.

“Well, she said don’t post. You have to respect her wishes” Jay advised, noticing how impatient I was.

“Yeah, but people don’t know the full story” I said.

“Yes, I am a bit confused because I know both of them. Mama Zoe does not strike me as the type to just quit something without a good reason” he remarked.

“You cannot fight for something that kills you” I said.

“So, she really initiated the divorce?” he asked.

“Not exactly, but they are not picture perfect like you see” I said.

“I can tell Rev Dave can be a jerk but I figured it was something she was used to”

“How did you know? Because to the church, he is the saint” I said

“From some of his utterances and observations during meetings and random chats. I figured. People always show who they are, if you pay close attention. I will have to check on the children, they are my main concern now” he said, as he took out his phone to set a reminder.

Jay was right, I remembered the famous Maya Angelou quote. “When someone shows you who they are the first time, believe them”

NUERKIE

Terry was right, running into his arms was a rash decision, but a good kind of rash decision. It’s been three days, and my decision feels more certain than ever. I forgot to update my mother on Kelly’s insult because I was so engrossed with work. I guess that is the magic of a chef’s kiss.

I returned home from work exhausted as usual and ended up falling asleep in my work clothes. Around midnight, I felt my mother shake me and ask that I join her during one of her online prayers. I ignored her, she sat on my bed, fixed her tablet on my bedside table and prayed, quite audibly. I was too tired to sack her so I continued sleeping.

She shook me when the prayers were over.

“My daughter, you know all this is for the sake of my love and care for you. You are always on my mind. I love you and I am genuinely worried” she said in her shaky manipulative voice.

“I know ma, but don’t worry. I am good”

“Eheh! Kelly told me something that bothered me. He stated you decided not to pursue the relationship because of the car you lent him” she said. That statement instantly cleared the sleep from my eyes. I sat up immediately.

“He is a liar! and Mama, do you really think that is the reason? Why didn’t you ask me first?” I said.

“Ah! Of course, I will believe him. You that you cancelled a second date because the person slurped their drink” she said. I hated that she was right, I get the ‘ick’ quickly.

“But still, ask me” I then went on to narrate everything, down to the insult.

“HE SAID WHAT? I AM BEGGING PEOPLE TO MARRY YOU!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, Mama”

“Ermmm… ah ah…. Nuerkie, but it is partially your fault ooo. If you had a boyfriend, I won’t have approached that nincompoop by the way…”

“Leave my room Mama, I just had a feeling you will side with him. Just a little bit, I should have gone to daddy instead!” I interrupted her.

“No, I am sorry … sorry… you… I will deal with him” she stuttered as she rubbed my arm “Don’t involve your dad, you know how he can get when someone touches his girls. The last time someone tried that, the person got a few slaps from some soldiers. I beg, let us not involve your father” she pleaded.

She was right, my father can be quite passionate about trivial matters.  One man got into an altercation with my mother in front of her shop and slapped her. The next morning, I don’t know how he did it, but soldiers located the man and slapped him unconscious. Another time, I moved to a new school and had a bully. I was a bit timid then. When he found out, he went to the house of the bully with his friends, who looked quite intimidating and threatened the whole family. We only involve daddy when the situation requires violence and Kelly is not worth it. I am trying to be a better person.

After praying for another hour, my mother finally left my room. And now my sleep is ruined! I sometimes regret moving back but I also enjoy being pampered by them sometimes. In addition, it feels good to look after them.

Three weeks later…

Terry and I have been communicating consistently these days. He claims he is not my boyfriend because he has not been wooed. He doesn’t know what I have in store for him but getting free time has been difficult. He has been booked and busy and the days he is free, I have to work or travel briefly. Chasing money in Accra is not for the faint hearted.

We finally managed to schedule a date, I told him to just get dressed. I sent him a theme to guide his appearance. I got to his house and handed him a blindfold before my driver took us to the destination.

It was a spacious house, his favourite chef, Mawuli was hosting a tasting menu event. He organises it twice a year and getting an invite is difficult. Thanks to my girl Elorm, her boyfriend hooked me up.

“I am still wondering what the surprise is” he said as we walked to the entrance.

As soon as the door was opened for us, he saw the signage and gasped! He hugged me so tightly, but when attention was drawn to us, he quickly regained his composure.

The event was worth the hype, the meals were delicious and though they came in small portions. By the end of the night, we were stuffed.  Terry even got the chance to have a little tête-à-tête with the chef before we left. I, on the other hand, utilised the opportunity to network. There were some big ballers present! I have to gift Elorm and Chris something incredible for this opportunity.

“In fact, you have killed twenty birds with one stone. What!!! I have always dreamed of attending Mawuli’s events!! Talk to him!! he is like a ghost, he barely interacts with people!!!! OMG !! In fact, yes, I will be your boyfriend, husband, anything!!!” Terry exclaimed excitedly, repeatedly pulling me for an embrace as we walked to the car.

“Really! That easy? because I wasn’t done” I said and his eyes widened.

We returned to his house, and I got a parcel out of the booth. He opened it and it was a customised leather knife roll. I noticed the one he owned was quite old.

“Baby! This is amazing!! Like… I am dumbfounded. Thank you so much!” he hugged and kissed me.

“Have you been wooed now?” I asked.

“Over the moon, like my mind has been blown!!!” he said.

We chatted for a while before I went home.

The next morning (Saturday)

I was awakened by mothers’ steps, she was running up the staircase.

“Nuerkie, wake up! wake up!!! Elorm is here and I don’t understand what is happening. Come down now!!” I noticed she was dressed in her walking attire. It looks like she just got back.

I followed her and when I descended. There was a beautiful breakfast spread on the dining table. There was even a hotplate set up for eggs and pancakes! Immediately my eyes landed on the person operating it, I knew who this surprise was from. It was one of Terry’s kitchen aides.

“Your boyfriend says good morning” Elorm said as she curtseyed and I laughed.

“Ei! Did you say boyfriend? If Elorm is involved, then this is serious. Where is my in-law?” my mother started nagging.

“When did he even get the time?” I asked

“He called me late last night ooo, he didn’t sleep. He called, begged and paid my dear! You know me, I don’t say no to money! We will talk about it all later! Just get ready so we eat” Elorm said.

“Wow! But this food is a lot!. We are only six in this house, this can feed like twenty!” I exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, I invited Dede and her kid, Anna and her husband and I told your parents to invite their walking partners when I met them on my way here” she assured.

After taking pictures and calling Terry to thank him, everybody was invited to dine”

“Ah is this from Mr. Grouper?” my dad asked between mouthfuls of club sandwich.

“Yes Dad, and his name is Terry” I said.

“I have to meet this man. Is he like a chef or something?” he asked.

“Yes dad” I answered.

“Now I am curious. Book an appointment, I would like to see him when I get back from London” Dad remarked.

My mother won’t stop asking questions, but I told her she can ask him herself when she eventually meets him.

After everything, I video called Terry.

“Thank you for the spread, I am so stuffed!” I exclaimed.

“Nah, thank you for last night! I am still in awe. I didn’t know what else to do!” he said.

“Well, why didn’t you come yourself?” I asked.

“I felt it was a bit too early to meet your parents with such a bold gesture. Meeting parents is a big deal and I want you be ready for it” he said.

“True, it would have been a lot. You might be meeting my dad next month so gear up” I replied.

“OMG! What does he like? Whisky?” he asked.

“Even I can’t afford the whisky he drinks, I am sure grilled grouper or special jollof will suffice” I said.

“Nah, I don’t want to be known for just food. I will figure something out” he said.

“Okay, your funeral” I joked and we both laughed.

We spoke for a while before he had to resume work. I spent the rest of the day avoiding nagging questions from my mother and day dreaming about my boyfriend.

ZOE

 Monday after Dave’s press release

I woke up earlier than usual, with my devices still with Yaw. I decided to go to work after seeing the boys. After all, work is what I need to distract me. Staying at home and stewing in my thoughts is not advisable and good for my mental state at this point.

I styled my wig, made my face up and wore a beautiful black corporate dress, not forgetting my high-heeled shoes.

I decided not to let anyone accompany me to my ex-husband’s house…wow…ex-husband. The words fell out of my mouth too easily. After the stunt he pulled, that is the befitting name. This morning, talk shows have been discussing marriages and misogynists are certainly the most entertained ones, frothing at the mouth with excitement. Once again, women are always the problem, me being the case study this fine Monday morning.

I got to the house, my keys still work…surprisingly. I arrived earlier than usual, hence Dave should be in the prayer room and the kids, still asleep…

 There are a special group of women who mistake crushing on their pastors for reverence. I walked into the kitchen and there was Edna, one of the single overzealous women in the church busy making koose from scratch. She was startled when she saw me.

“Ah Mama Zoë, I was not expecting you. Good morning” she greeted, avoiding my gaze.

“Good morning Edna, how are you? It is 5 am, what time did you get here?” I asked.

“Yesterday, after church I offered to prepare lunch for Osofo and realised he will need my help. I slept in the guest room. Osofo said you have left the house so I thought…”

“No need to explain Edna” I interrupted her, and started preparing eggs for the boys when Fiona walked in the kitchen, excited to see me. I realised there was some tension between Fiona and Edna, but decided to ignore them. After all, not my circus, not my monkeys.

The divorce papers are not ready, not a drop of ink has been spilled and Dave has already replaced me. I opened the fridge and noticed it was filled with food, as well as the freezer. According to Fiona, right after church service yesterday, they just kept receiving platter of meals from various single women. I smiled and just went to wake the boys up, spoke to them as they prepared for school. I circled back downstairs and noticed, Edna has served Hausa koko and fresh koose by the eggs and toast I had made for the children. Dave who usually fasts on Monday mornings was already grabbing a bite and thanking her profusely.

“I did not think we will see you this morning, since you abandoned your sons yesterday” he said as soon as he saw me.

“Have a good day Dave, see you in the evening” I said, ignoring his statement.

“About that, I don’t think it will be necessary for you to come tonight. Since I will officially have full custody by next week, I will let you know when you can see them. For now, just come Monday and Wednesday mornings. And they spend the whole Saturdays with you. This is me being generous” he sneered

“Dave…okay…Thank you, your Royal Highness” I agreed in a sarcastic tone. He was clearly baiting me and I will not fall for it.

I grabbed my bag and strutted out to my car, as Edna draped a napkin over Dave’s chest to serve him breakfast.

I drove to work with mixed feelings, not knowing whether to be happy, angry or sad. I am probably angry, I don’t know why, maybe at the fact that I was disposed so easily. Perhaps, I would have left earlier if I knew I was this disposable.

I got to the office, the security men looked surprised to see me. The receptionist had not yet reported to work. I entered my office, thank God I don’t share an office or my desk is not in the bull pen. Grateful for old offices that do not believe in frosted glasses.

 I just sat down at my desk and took my laptop out of the drawer. I sometimes leave my work laptop at the office over the weekend. After a quiet worship session and crying, I redid my make up and started my day. I replied my first email. Three minutes after I clicked ‘send’, Yaw was already in my office. I forgot he mentioned coming into work earlier today.

“What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to take the week off?” he blurted as soon as he opened the door.

“Good morning to you too Yaw, yes I am fine and you?” I replied.

“I am good. What are you doing here?” he repeated the question.

“Yaw, we have been friends for long. You should know by now, I do my best work in a middle of a crisis because I need to focus my spirit and energy somewhere” I replied while typing, not looking up from my computer.

“Okay…Ermmm… did you go to the house?” he asked.

“Yes”

“And?”

“It was fine. There was a lady cooking and serving Dave” I replied void of any emotion.

“Whoa! That early? Clearly slept over. That was fast!” he exclaimed.

“May I get my phone and other devices back, I need the authenticator to continue with this app” I requested.

“Sure” he replied and left.

He came back with them. I was so engrossed with my work.

“So, is the woman you met like Dave’s girlfriend?” he asked.

“I do not know and I do not care” I replied

“Will you be seeing him tonight?” he asked.

“Nope, he has full custody, and asked me to come Wednesday morning” I replied.

“Zoe, are you alright?’ he asked, concerned.

“Is anybody really alright? This too shall pass”

“You know something, after work, lets grab a meal. Dinner or something, I can drive you to the beach so you clear your mind” he suggested.

“That will not be advisable, I am already a villain, don’t give the media more ammunition. Going to dinner with another man? After yesterday?!” I exclaimed.

“Okay, then I will come over”

“No, I just want to be alone Yaw. Please…” I pleaded and he agreed.

We spoke about work before he returned to his office. Colleagues started trooping in, some people came to check on me, genuinely concerned about everything. Others too exchanged weird looks or avoided my eyes. Shika sent a huge bouquet of flowers with a note that cheered me up.

“The joy of the Lord is your strength. Possess your joy and have an awesome day. Don’t let people’s opinion occupy space! I love you- S”

She is right, I have been so concerned with people’s perception of me, my marriage and everything. I covered up Dave’s debts and incapability to provide for us. All his backhanded compliments and passive-aggressive nature. I have pushed a lot of money into his ministry, everything we have is from my money. All it took was one sermon and a piece of paper for him to destroy my reputation. After everything, I have been through…

I have to start living, what kind of example am I setting for Davida?

I completed my tasks for the day and closed work at 4pm. I got home, relaxed, ordered one of my favourite meals and watched TV. I don’t remember the last time, I enjoyed a Monday evening after work…just then a thought creeped into my head. Why does Dave get to be the only one to move on?

I ignored all Ewoenam’s warning and did something very shocking. The last time I tried this with Dave was ten years ago…

YAW

I received a text from Regine, when the press release dropped.

“Wow, I guess you can finally be with your Zoe”

I ignored her, Regine is always stirring up trouble. I doubt Zoe and I even stand a chance, from rejecting my kiss last night to the completely innocent dinner invitation I offered this morning.

I got on the treadmill for a quick run before jumping into bed, or should I call Marianne for a good time. The name Marianne unveiled a core memory. Now I remember where I have seen the Osofo Maame Odame at!

A few months ago, when I returned Zoe home after that debacle with Dave. I met her mother and another older woman, Bishop Odame’s wife. I knew her face was familiar, not from media but elsewhere.

Marianne hosted a sex party, like an orgy for high officials. I was curious but when I got there, I realised orgies were not my scene. Seeing another man’s genitals during sex is not my idea of a good time. Hence, I opted for a private room, by mistake I opened the door of the wrong room and there lay Osofo Maame in the threesome with a man and another woman. The man was clearly not Bishop Odame, that was a vibrant twenty-something year old.

I don’t understand why they forgot to lock their door. Since then, Marianne switched to key cards. Thank God for NDAs. That is where I know her from, this will be juicy gossip for Zoe though. I just have to remind her I signed an NDA so she needs to keep her mouth shut…or nah… she will judge me for going to an orgy in the first place. I am trying to sleep with the woman not turn her off completely.

Just like that, there was a WhatsApp message from Zoe. She has probably changed her mind about dinner. I opened the app, and it was a ‘view once’ image. View once from Zoe? The last time she sent this was when she saw male thongs in a shop and sent it to me as a joke. Probably spotted something that will make laugh. I opened it, and I nearly dropped the phone in shock.

It was a selfie of her in a silky rode, but beneath was a sexy red lace lingerie. Another message popped up.

“Is it too late for dinner?”

“You don’t have to ask twice, see you in 15 minutes or less” I replied.

God indeed answers prayers. I took a quick but efficient shower, paying close attention to my pubic areas and dressed up so quickly. Thank God I shaved properly over the weekend. I have to hurry before Zoe changes her mind… after all God speaks to the woman directly.

As I was driving to her , I kept muttering in prayer “Dear God, don’t take this away from me, don’t let this time with Zoe pass me by. let me just have this and I promise to be a good boy”.

 Out of nowhere, the car started messing up, it slowed down and halted. I kept restarting, praying and then eventually called my mechanic. He said it will take him 30 minutes, thank God I was not far from a busy street with a pub nearby. The men helped me push the car to the side of the road. I called Zoe and lied about traffic. Knowing her, saying the car broke down will be a sign from God.

This is not a sign, it is the devil blocking my blessing. This felt like waiting for a drink to thaw from the freezer. If it is well timed, it will be the perfect temperature with ice crystals evenly distributed to enjoy. If you wait too long, it will become flat and lose its freshness.

I kept sending her subtle naughty messages, not too much to scare but just enough to keep her entertained. My mechanic made it, and now I had to call a bolt, Uber or anything to get to Zoe. I cannot miss this window!!! Since it was late, they kept cancelling.  I finally got one who called and I promised to triple the amount. The trip cost 100ghs but I gave him 500ghs. I noticed the smirk on his face anytime I called Zoe assuring her that I was on my way, and adding that I miss her.

“Ebe woman naaa wey go kill man¹” he commented after one of the calls and we both burst into laughter.

I finally arrived at Zoe’s, thank God I came with an Uber. My car will not be parked outside for anyone to suspect she has a visitor. Maybe this is God’s plan after all.

As soon as she opened the door, I swooped her into my arms, cupped her face in my hands, and we began to kiss passionately. I had been dreaming about this for years.

When I finally let her go, she turned, closed the door, and locked it behind her. She reached for the knot of her robe.

“Allow me,” I interrupted, gently undoing it. I watched as the robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet.

I took in the sight of her in the lingerie and nearly forgot how to breathe. Damn. This woman was beautiful. After all those years of admiring her from afar, I took in the sight of her in the lingerie and nearly forgot how to breathe. That bosom I have been ogling over the years were right there, moisturised, firm and ready.

Just then, both our phones rang at the same time.

“Ignore it” I commanded.

“We both have children. let’s check” she ignored me and it was Ewoenam calling hers. I checked mine and it was Edem. She excused herself and walked to the kitchen to take the call privately. I watched her well-oiled behind jiggle. FUCK EDEM AND EWOENAM FOR CALLING!!

Edem barely calls late unless it’s an emergency. I reluctantly picked up, and I was right. She was rushing one of the twins to the hospital because she was feverish. Zoe returned and the look on her face was my worst nightmare at that instant.

“This is a mistake” she said.

“Nooooo, it’s not. What did Ewoenam want?’’ I asked

“She called because she felt I was about to make a mistake. She reminded me, I am not the type to make rash decisions or one-night stands. I am a commitment woman, I love commitment” she said.

“Then I will be committed to you. Let’s try. Give us a chance” I embraced her, planting kisses all over her face.

“What did Edem want?” she asked and I took a deep breath.

“I have to go to the hospital, one of the girls is sick. But I can spare 30 minutes for you. You know what I did in 10 minutes the last time in my couch, imagine 30 minutes. Zoe, let’s not waste this lingerie” I pleaded, she wrestled out of my embrace and held my hands.

“I know, but this is not the right time. You have to see your child. I know you are a good father…” she pleaded back. I hate that she was right.

“Can I borrow your car then? Came with an Uber” I asked.

“What happened to yours?” she asked.

“You don’t want to know. It broke down on my way here”

“Well, that was your sign” she said and we both burst out laughing.

She walked to the coffee table and handed me her keys.

“Dave does not deserve to be the only one that moves on, you do to” I said before exiting.

I arrived at the hospital on time to comfort my baby girl. I decided to call my mechanic for an update when she was finally stable.

“Chale, what dey wrong the car?” I asked.

“Chale, me sef I conf. I tow the car back to workshop. For the workshop, I start am norrr, e job. I check everywhere, notin do the car²” he replied.

I just burst out in laughter at his reply. God does have a sense of humour, I just could not stop laughing. As my friend, Rodney says…

“Penis be some animal…”

Author’s Note

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1. Ebe woman naaa wey go kill man – Women will be the death of men.

2. me sef I conf. I tow the car back to workshop. For the workshop, I start am norrr, e job. I check everywhere, notin do the car – I am also confused. I towed the car to the workshop, I started it at the workshop and the car worked. I checked everything, there is nothing wrong with the car.