Back Then, Right Now

Tears were cheap because I saw everyone cry easily. Yeah, tears are expensive if you know how people forget themselves in it because of the pain they feel.

Why am I crying?

It's not really why, it when was I supposed to have cried that I didn't?
I got an employment, I trivialized it
I got Divine call, I refused it
I gor family tips, I neglected all

And now I have none.


I curse the me you met that day.
I should have been smarter, wiser and way active not only in my words but actions as well.

Mr Brainard, Miss Coker, the enemies I wish I never met.

I am a graduate of university of Ibadan, where I bagged in second class upper in Law. I work at Philips Consulting Limited a renowned law firm on the Island of Lagos.

I am 32 years old, single, not searching but money drunk. I have won 37 straight cases and I am well known in my field especially the Nigeria Bar Association.

On my birthday, as I became 33 years old, I was loose on myself, tasting alcohol for the first time being a moralist.

My first taste was my forever appetite, I became a coded addict.

I was in-between my mum's pressure then of choosing a life partner when I met Sandra Coker, a beautiful, slim, tall and always well dressed lady.

We met at a court session, after which our paths crossed. She tried to play hard to get for a while but she succumbed later to my marriage proposal.


What went wrong?

I married a materialistic woman, not a wife. I found out before the wedding but I thought she was overwhelmed by the pool of resources at my disposal.

She had her eye on every gold, every iPhone, every show, every car. And oh my my, I had spent close to 15 million just courting her for 3 months.

I still kept mum.


What did I do?

Nothing


What else was bad?

She wasn't always mine. I couldn't access her phone, I couldn't follow her to some places. I couldn't be introduced at some occasions. I couldn't, so many I couldn't clouded us.

She was the most social, knowing every guy, getting all the links, but nonetheless I resorted to endurance.


Didn't you show any displeasure?

I sure did, when I wrote a letter to her telling her I feel ostracised and that I need some space. She probably didn't take me serious. I know, I got no reply, no phone call.

You know what?
When I came across her picture on Instagram, I came back begging. We resolved our foolish dispute.


The wedding date was fixed, the party venue was chosen, the attire purchased, rings ready, but my fear remained still.

I was not ready to lose what I won't enjoy

I was not ready to let go of the bee that sting so hard yet so slow.

Wedding over, marriage begun.

I saw wen on a daily basis.

Here are the attrocities:

3 months after our honeymoon she started sleeping around. I guess she hibernated for the formality of the wedding.

She treated my family in disgust, making my home a lions den for my next of kin.

She stripped me of every manly honour I had by insulting my manners on a daily basis.

I thought I could change her
But hey, I was wrong


She turned my home to night parties where she played whore with some male friends.

See, love isn't blind, emotions are.

To crown it all, she took all my money in my joint account overseas.

I am having psychological trauma right now. It is well.

I died the day I met her.

She is now remarried to Mr Brainard, my friend turn foe.

Be wise don't let emotions overpower your reasoning.


story by Owolabi Philip
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