My Husband And I

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(Episode 1)

Lara gazed at her full length at the mirror; satisfied by what she saw, she smiled to herself.
She smoothened the hips of her flimsy knee length gown, she loved her hips, its one of her greatest physical asset.
“Hmmm can’t wait!” she told herself excitedly as she oiled her cornrows.
She should have fixed a weavon or plaited some braids as her friend-Deji had adviced, but she isn’t a fan of those artificial stuffs, she preferred to go natural.
“What’s lacking?” she asked her beautiful reflection.
“Nothing more, just to wait for the man.” she chuckled.
Tony, her husband, would be back home, after spending five good months overseas on his so called ‘business trips’.
Their marriage was barely a year, and Tony has spent more than half of it travelling. She hissed.
Their’s was an arranged marriage, she had met Tony for the first time on their wedding day. She remembered how harsh he was on that day.
He had always gave excuses when it comes to making love. He had never touched her, not even a kiss…
The door bell rang, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yea baby! Time for action!” she said excitedly as she catwalked to the door.
“Hey…welcome back home!” she said pleasantly as he walked in.
“Thank you!” Tony mumbled.
She tried to hug him, but he stopped her “Please!” he raised his hands.
She swallowed hard, plan number one failed. Next plan…
“Emm, why don’t you take a cold shower? You must be tired after such a long journey…, I’d be setting the table..so that …you can eat.” Lara said with a sweet smile.
Tony ignored her, instead, he walked past her into his room.
Lara followed him with her eyes.
What was she gonna do, he still hates her this much. She sighed heavily sitting at the edge of a sofa.
She was lost in her thoughts when Tony’s phone rang sharply. She stared at the phone as it vibrated on the center table, she was tempted to pick it but couldn’t, Tony had warned her severally never to pick his calls.
“Hello Baby?” Tony said into the phone catching Lara’s attention.
“Yea, just arrived few minutes ago.” he said again.
Lara swallowed hard. Baby? Did he just call another woman baby?
“No no no! That’s not true baby, you know I’ll miss you more.” Tony said again.
Lara rose sharply, she felt her anger rose, this was a disrespect to the highest order.
“Yea love, ama call ya later. Okay? Take care sweerie.” he cooed softly before ending the call.
He turned to Lara who glaring at him.
“Why don’t you get me my food, instead of you standing there like a palm tree?” he said scornfully.
“Who is she?” Lara blurted out.
” ‘she isnt your business” He snapped at her.
“Now move your bum into the kitchen!” he ordered.
Lara walked quitely into the kitchen, she was no longer angry but scared. She was scared of something she couldn’t fathom.
Well, she won’t give up, plan number three…
“so do you like the food?” she asked as she watched Tony eat up his food in mouthfuls.
“Your mum told me its your favourite dish.” she added not minding his rude silence.
Tony coughed slightly, gulped down some water.
“Please Lara, let me eat in peace! Do I need to choke?” his voice was harsh.
“But..I…” she looked confused.
Tony rolled his eyes.
“I wonder why this illiterate girl can’t just let me be!” He muttered at the Bewildered Lara.
“Can’t you gerrit that I don’t talk while eating? Didn’t your mother teach you table manners?” he asked angrily.
“I’m sorry.” Lara mumbled leaving the dinning area. Tears clouded her eyes, she looked visibly scared.
Tony watched her leave, he felt sorry for her. He shouldn’t treat her that way, he knew! But he just hated the marriage, he was forced into it by his parents.
She was beautiful and lovable, but his anger has already taken over his heart.
His food became tasteless, he hated to see beautiful girls cry.....

(Episode 2)
...
Lara sprayed some perfume on her skippy nightie, she walked to her mirror again.
“Hmm yummy! Plan number four on point!” she laughed before proceeding to Tony’s room.
She opened the door gently, she peeped first before walking into the room.
Tony was lying down on the kingsized bed, the covers were drawn half-way stoping at his waist. His chest was bare revealing his ‘Six-packs’ features. She craved to touch, but that isn’t on her list.
She came here to discuss something important-theirmarriage.
She crawled beside him, his breathing was slow and steady.
So this man can sleep?! She thought.
She shifted closer to him, how would she wake him up? She felt like a rat trying to bell a cat.
She touched his arm slightly and…
Tony’s eyes shot open, his face transformed into a scowl.
“Sorry to disturb you…” Lara said in a shaky voice.
“What do you want?” he growled
Lara’s lips moved but no words came
“Damn it!” he sat up.
“Can’t I sleep again? Can’t you gerrit into your brain that I need to rest? This illiterate girl is something else! Is s-ex a necessity?” he yelled at her.
“No..I..was ..was…was..just…” Lara moved away from him terrified.
“Get outta my sight!” he barked at her.
Lara scampered out of the room full of fear and hate, she threw her self on her bed and wept.
What would she do? She had tried all she can? Besides its not that she’s interested in the marriage too, but she had to do this for her mother.
He called her an illiterate! She sobbed some more.
She was definitely going to show him, Illiterates can go crazy to! She wiped her tears, wishing for sleep to come.
...
The sun rays bathed her room. She glanced at the wall-clock, 7:30 am.
She stretched lazily on her bed. She had her plans on mind, no more cooking till further notice.
“Lara!” Tony banged her door.
Devil! She hissed pulling the blanket over her head.
“Lara!!” Tony banged some more, louder.
“Nonsense, are you hungry?” She hissed again.
“Lara?” Tony said walking into the room.
She didn’t move, she remained motionless on her bed.
“Lara!” he shook her roughly.
“Uhm? Uhm? What is it?” she muttered pretending to be just waking up.
He pointed at the wall clock. Her eyes followed his hand, then back at his face.
“Ehen? So?” she asked with a frown.
Tony felt like squeezing her lips
“Are you daft or something? Don’t you know I’m running late for work? Where’s my breakfast?” his voice was fierce.
“Illiterates don’t know how to cook!” She quipped, lying back on her bed.
David glared at her, his eyes bloodshot
He pulled off the bed angrily, throwing her on the hard floor.
Lara shrieked in pain, she stood up to face him.
“where’s my breakfast?” he barked
“I’m fed up Tony! Did you hear me? I won’t cook in this house anymore! Go and get a girl with masters degree to cook for you!” She screamed at him.
He charged at her, she didn’t move, she just stood there rooted.
He stoped facing her, he brought his face close to hers
“If you don’t cook in this house, then you should be ready to go back to your parents!” he told her.
“Hehehehe! Wonder shall never end!” she clapped her hands eyeing him derisively.
“This is an opportunity I’ve been waiting for..” she laughed.
“Really?” he sneered
“Yes o! Wait and see If I will not leave! Do you think you are the only man in the world?” she told him.
Lara flung her wardrobe open, and started throwing some clothes into a bag. She started singing loudly.
“I’m coming home, I’m coming home, tell the world I’m coming home…”
Tony watched her for a while, before leaving the room. He chuckled as he walked to his car.
This girl is crazy! He thought.
He had to stop her from leaving, he suddenly felt he had a soft spot for her.
“my oga, good moni!” Adamu- the gateman greeted him as he drove out.
He beckoned to Adamu, who walked up to him smiling.
“Errm, Adamu, do not let Lara out of the house. Make sure you lock the gate properly. Gerrit?”
“Yes my oga!” Adamu waved at him.
At least, he would stop her from leaving! Tony thought quietly as he drove away.

(Episode 3)

Lara’s phone rang waking her up rudely from her nap. She squinted at her phone’s screen-
‘Mummy’ was all she could see.
“Hello?” she said in a sleepy voice.
“Iwon omo buru yen, what on earth is your problem?” Funke -her mother screamed into her ears.
“Mummy, is anything the problem?” she rubbed her eyes.
“Nonsense!” came her mother’s reply.
“People use what they have to get what they want in life, is anything wrong if I give my only daughter out to a rich family?” Her sounded aggressive.
Lara glanced at her phone screen again in terror, before placing back to her ear.
“Mummy, If I did something wrong, just tell me…” she began to say softly.
“Do I need to remind you of your deeds? You’ve become disrespectful, you no longer cook for your husband, you’re even threatening to leave your matrimonial home!” her mother queried.
“But..mum…”
“No buts, sho gbo? Rubbish! And let me remind you, don’t just come to my house if your husband divorces you due to your stubborness.” he mother shouted again.
Lara bit her lower lip.
“Mum….”
the line went dead.
She stared at her phone in silence, what kind of life is this? Tony had told her mother fake stories about her. How can her mother be this selfish? She pondered.
“Hello…” Tony intoned behind her.
She turned sharply, her eyes widened, how did he get there?
“So are you ready to turn a new leaf?” he wore a mischievous smile.
She pursed her lips, fidgeting at her dress.
“Go make me a mug of choco.” he ordered walking out of her room.
She swallowed hard, she felt her heart split. She ran her fingers gently on her chest.
“It’s well, I’ll survive, somehow, anyhow, one day, it’ll be over.” she whispered to herself as she fought to keep back tears.
...
Lara wiped her hands on her apron, she pushed the flask of food away from her, before proceeding to peel some plantains.
Tony had called her earlier, to make a meal for two, as he was bringing a guest home.
Whoever the guest was? She shrugged.
She began setting the table when the door bell rang, she rushed to open it.
“Welcome” she said as Tony brushed past her.
She turned to look at the guest, she almost mistook the guest to be a male.
“Good day.” Lara said softly.
The guest was wearing a trouser suit, she was masculine, her hair cut very low. If not for the earrings, she could be called a male.
“Hy,” the guest said coldly.
“Errm, Sophy, have a seat, make yourself comfortable..” Tony began to say.
“Not so fast, won’t you introduce me to her?” the guest said with a low laugh.
“Welll…okay…, sophy, meet my Illiterate wife- Lara, errrm, Lara meet my cutie pie-sophia.” he chuckled.
Sophia laughed out loud.
“Well Lara, I’ve heard a lot about you…” she extended her hand for a shake.
Lara shook her head in pain, she didn’t take sophia’s hand. She began counting her toes.
“Errm, sophy darling, lets proceed to the dining area, I believe she should have set the table by now .” Tony led Sophia towards the dinning room..
Lara watched them from the corner of her eyes, her eyes stung her as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Hmm, she cooks well…” sophia said eating in mouth fulls.
“Oh yes! And that’s the main reason I’m still keeping her, else, she should be in her parents house by now” Tony said loudly.
“Oh sweerie, that was too rude…” Sophia laughed.
Lara walked lightly into her room, she went on her knees. Is this real? She thought.
She felt she needed to talk to somebody. Her mum was out of question, Deji isn’t in town for now. She decide to pray, though she doesn’t believe in prayers.
“God…” she looked towards heaven.
“I know you can see all that’s happening, do I deserve such treatments?” she sniffed.
“I have no one to talk to, nowhere to go…you are all I have now…my father is no more…” she sobbed.
“I heard you are a father to the fatherless, don’t forsake me O’Lord….help me dear father….” her body shook with sobs.
She laid on the hard floor, she liked its coldness, it gave her some sort of comfort.
Tony isn’t a human being…she thought. He is either a beast or the devil himself. He dared bring his mistress into their home…he knew there’s nothing she could do.

(Episode 4)

“5 am!” Lara said as she rolled on her bed. She had been sleepless all night. She pulled her Bible, read some Psalms before saying some prayers of appreciation to her creator.
She washed her face, and walked slowly out of her room. She decided to make breakfast early, so that by the time ‘the devil’ will wake-up, she would be safe away in her room.
She walked past the guest room, Soft moans escaped the door. She stopped momentarily and listened some more.
Where’s Tony? She tip-toed into his room. It was empty, no sign like someone slept there last night.
She felt like mad as she rushed back to the guest room..
She heard Sophia giggling.. David’s grunts were audible now..
Yikes! He was making love to her, right inside their matrimonial home?
She tapped the door sharply, the whole place fell silent. She knocked some more before Tony opened the door.
Their eyes met, she held his gaze for a while before looking him all over. He was unclad except for the towel tied loosely round his waist.
“Tony?” she gasped.
He didn’t look at her.
He looked like he was making up his mind to do something.
“Tony you!” her voice shook.
“What do you want?” he cleared his throat.
“Honey, I’m waiting…” Sophia called from the room.
“What do I want? Tony are you supposed to be doing this?” Lara asked in fierce whisper.
“It’s none of your business!” he snapped.
“True! ” she swallowed hard.
“Mind you, don’t ever come knocking this door again!” he warned sternly.
“Okay…” she shook her head turning to leave.
“But Tony? Have it in mind that my God will judge you…if not today…it’ll be tomorrow!” she told him before running back to her room with tears running down her cheeks.
aww....what a pity!....

(Episode 5)

“Haaaa! Are you kidding me?” Deji screamed at her sobbing friend.
“Dear friend that’s my story..” Lara wiped a tear
“oh Lara you are too soft…she’s been in this house for weeks now, and you can’t throw her out?” Deji squealed.
“I think she has come to stay…” Lara began to say.
“Come to stay for where? Lara don’t just provoke me o! I wonder why I wasn’t in town all this while…” Deji bit her finger.
Just then Sophia walked lazily into the sitting room, she catwalked towards the fridge.
“Errm…Lara?” Sophia called out sipping from a bottle of yoghurt.
“Ma?” Lara said rising to her feet, to the suprise of Deji.
“Isn’t it high time you prepare lunch? I’m starving.” Sophia added authoratively.
“Okay ma, Let me…” Lara began to say.
“Shut up!” Deji cut her short.
“Who is your ‘ma’ ? This ingrate? This monster with a face of a donkey?” Deji chided her.
“Who are you referring to?” Sophia dropped her bottle.
“You!” Deji replied rising up.
” you are the donkey! Oshi! Witch! I wonder what’s wrong with this Igbo woman! Husband snatcher!” Deji added with her hands akimbo.
“Deji please don’t!” Lara tried to stop her.
“Leave me jor! Abi she jazz you ni? Imagine this vegetable eating Igbo claiming oyinbo! Olori buru ku!” Deji’s body shook as she spoke.
“You don’t dare insult me!” Sophia glared at her.
“Insult ke! I’ll beat you ni! Rubbish!” Deji pushed Sophia roughly.
Wham! Sophia slapped Deji.
“Deji…” Lara was alarmed.
“Haaaa! Yeeee! You slapped me? You dey form Igbo geh abi? I go show you say I no be yoruba geh for nothing!” Deji screamed before grabbing sophia from her feet.
They engaged in a scuffle, Deji sitting atop Sophia feeding her with punches and slaps.
“Deji please…” Lara was very frightened.
“Deji to ri Olohun, please stop!” she finally pulled Deji off Sophia.
“Allow me jor! Lemme show this Donkey!” Deji charged at Sopia again.
“No No No! Deji don’t!” Lara pushed her friend into a sofa, giving Sophia the opportunity to run into the guest room.
“You have to go now!” Lara led the fuming Deji towards the exit.
“Are driving me away?”
“No…I don’t want Tony to meet you here…please, I can handle it..” Lara pushed her forward.
“Ehen the Tony sef! Let him come na, lemme teach him his own lesson!” Deji ranted.
“Noooo, just go please! For my sake!” Lara pleaded with her.
“Okay! If anything should happen, call me! You hear?” Deji ordered.
“Yes, bye!” Lara rushed to her room.
She sat down at her bed’s edge. She knew she was in hot soup. Tony won’t spare her.
...
Lara supported her aching head with her hands, she was far far away in the land of thought’s and imaginations.
“Lara!”
Yikes! Tony is back! When did he come back, she must have thinked deep!
“Lara!” Tony called out again.
“Sir?” she walked out of her room, her legs were weak, her heart pounding furiously.
“Welcome!” she flexed her knee
“What did you do to her?” Tony gestured towards Sophia who was weeping profusely.
Lara’s heart missed uncountable beats, her eyes widened in terror
“I…I…I….d…did…not..did…” she began to stammer.
A resounding slap landed on her right cheek, making her mouth to twist, She saw stars
“You are really proving to be stubborn! This illiterate girl!” Tony ranted as he pulled a cable off the TV set.
Lara backed away on sighting the wire he was holding.
“Come back here!” Tony ordered
She didn’t obey, instead she stood by the wall staring him wide eyed.
“Okay then, let me come to you!”
Tony walked towards her, his eyes were bloodshot.
Lara shut her eyes tightly, as the cable landed on her arm. She didn’t wince or let out a cry, she just stood there absorbing all the pains.
She walked quietly into her room after Tony had let her go.
She poured some cold water on her head, she thought it was on fire.
She looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
Her right eye was swollen and red, tiny lines of blood streaked through the corner of her lips.
She let her tears flow freely, she wished her mother would be here to watch what she’s going through.
....

(Episode 6)
...
Lara sat on the tiled floor, she pulled a bowl of hot
water towards her, added some dettol, before dipping a
face towel into the bowl.
“Easy girlie…” she soothed herself as she massaged her
body. It had ached her all night.
“Ouch! Eeish!” she exclaimed as she pressed her swollen
eye a little.
Her door squeaked open, she didn’t bother to look up,
she knew it was Tony.
Tony stood for while watching her massage and press
her body in pains. He felt his heart melt! So he was now
a ‘wife beater’ ?
“Good morning Lara.” He said gently.
“ouch!” Lara exclaimed pressing a swollen part of her
arm.
“Errm….sorry…” Tony said squatting beside her.
She didn’t reply, she continued her work.
“Errm..Lara, I’m very sorry for what happened
yesterday…” he began
“Hmph! Did you brush your teeth this morning?” Lara
covered her nose with her free hand.
He felt offended, he exhaled sharply
“I shouldn’t have done what I did yesterday…my anger
took better part of me…” he was trying his best to
sound gentle.
Lara laughed quietly.
He peered at her face, he wondered if she heard him.
She applied some balm to her wounds before looking up
at him.
“So what now? You came to kill me?” she asked.
“No…Lara I’m truly sorry for…”
“Abegi! Spare those thrash talk! Go and meet your Igbo
sister and leave me alone! Who are you trying to
decieve?” she interrupted him.
“Lara..” he tried to hold her but she pushed him away.
Her hands moved to the bowl of water and Swoosh! She
threw it at him- towel and all.
Tony looked suprised, he surveyed his drenched office
clothes with his eyes.
“how dare you!” he shot at her.
“Oh yea! I just dared you! Rubbish! Because I’m not an
Igbo that’s why you are treating me this way shebi?”
Lara rose to her feet.
“Don’t you ever try that on me again!” Tony’s anger let
loose.
“So what if I do? You’ll flog me? Ehn? Answer me! Oshi
buruku!” she clapped her hands.
“You’ll pay for this!” he told her walking towards the
door.
“Mr Tony?” she called after him.
He stopped holding the door knob.
Lara walked slowly towards him, a smile playing on her
lips.
“Tony, I just felt I should remind you, that, the law of
karma still reigns!” she chuckled before walking into her
bathroom.
“Hello? Mummy?” Lara placed her phone on her ears.
She knew what to expect. Tony has taken her report to
her mother again.
“Hello Lara? What’s this I’m hearing about you?” her mother began.
Lara grimaced
“So what did you hear?”
“Lara! I want you to come over to my place now!” her
mother ordered cutting the call.
“Sure…just a few minutes, and you’l see your beautiful
daughter with a swollen face and wounds all over her
body!” Lara said to the phone, though she knew her
mother won’t hear.
She walked into her mother’s sitting room without
bothering to knock. She looked around, the room was re-
furnished. Even her mother looked furnished.
“Good day mum!” Lara threw her bag at an armchair.
“Lara? What happened to your eyes-your face?” her
funke asked with concern.
“Need to see some more?” Lara chuckled showing her
wounds to her mother.
“Who did this to you?” Funke asked again.
“of course my loving, sweet, adorable husband!” Lara
said sarcastically.
“What?!” Funke was shocked.
“Which one is ‘what’ again? Shebi this is what you
want? Ehn? Are you suprised?, better save your
suprised look till when they bring …” Lara said
carefreely.
“How could he do such to you? I’m sure something went
wrong! Was it after you poured hot water on him?”
funke said ignoring her daughter’s sarcasm.
Lara laughed.
“my daughter, its well, you should just go back home, I’ll
call Tony…” Funke began to say.
“not yet! I’m staying here for atleast two weeks! I
need to rest, before going back to that dungeon!” Lara
protested, before taking her bag inside.
Funke watched her daughter walk inside. She picked her
phone and dailled Tony.
“Hello? My in law?”
she listened for a while
“yes! Please do me a favour, let Lara stay with me for
like a week, please..” she lowered voice.
“Okay thanks, God bless you!” she ended the call.
....

(Episode 7)

“Thank you” Lara said givng some naira notes to a cab driver.
She took a deep breathe, and glanced around her.
The magnificent church was standing before her. She had brought her case to God.
She wondered if God would listen to her again. The last time she came to church was when her father was alive, she was ten yrs then…
“Good morning sir” she greeted a man in security uniform.
“Please is the Resident Pastor around?”
“Yes, let me tell him you want to see him.” the security man replied before speaking into a telecom.
“he said you should come in.”
“Thank you sir!” Lara said before walking towards the church basement.
She muttered a silent prayer before knocking.
“Come in.” pastor Wilson said from within
“Good morning Pastor Wilson.” she flexed her knee.
“Morning sister…please sit!”
Lara sat on a chair facing him, clutching at her hand bag.
“You came to see me?” Pastor Wilson asked.
“Yes pastor, My name is Omolara Popoola..” Lara began.
“Omolara Popoola? You mean Lara the daughter of late Deacon Popoola?” Pastor Wilson asked in surprise.
“Yes sir.” Lara smiled.
“Wow…how are you? How have you been?” he looked pleased.
“Fine sir…”
“God is great! You’re married now?” he gestured at her wedding band.
“Yes sir,…that’s why I came…”
“Is anything the matter?” Pastor Wilson sensed all is not well.
Lara told him about her troubles, shedding tears in the process. He looked touched by her story.
“Its well, God is with you.” he told her.
After praying with her, he gave her some Bible verses to read, before asking her to fast for just a day.
“Sister Lara, If you must fast; your faith in God would determine how your answer will be.” he told her.
“I have faith Pastor.” Lara assured him.
“Not just in the mouth but from the heart…and mind you, you must go back to your matrimonial home!” he told her.
“No…But…” she frowned.
“You must go back there!” he said firmly.
“Okay, thank you…” she didn’t look happy.
“Take care Lara, God is with you.” he waved her off.
...
Lara walked into her home, she felt nervous when she walked into the sitting room.
“I thought you aint gonna come back.” sophia sneered.
“I’m back!” Lara said, before walking into her room.
She’s got no time to start quarrelling with Sophia now, its almost time for her to break her fast.
She was in a kneeling position, rounding up her prayers when she heard a commotion in the sitting room. She paused absent mindedly to listen…Sophia was quarrelling with somebody…perhaps Tony.
She ended her prayer in a hurry and tiptoed out of her room.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
“You have no right to ask me who i’m looking for!” Amara- Tony’s mother shot at Sophia.
“You can’t walk in like that! This isn’t your home!” sophia fired back.
Just then Amara noticed Lara’s presence.
“Lara?”
“Welcome ma.” Lara greeted her.
“Who’s this uncultured woman? Your maid?” she gestured towards Sophia.
“Errrm..”Lara began.
“Sophia, meet …ermm..Tony’smother, and errmmm, ma please meet, Sophia- Tony’s errmm…” Lara stuttered.
“So it is true?!” Amara exclaimed.
Just then Tony came back from wherever he went.
“Mum? What are you doing here?” he asked suprised letting his breifcase drop.
“What am I doing here? So what I heard is true? So its true that you’ve been maltreating Lara? That you even brought your mistress into your matrimonial home?” Amara shrieked.
Tony bent his head, he knew he was in trouble.
“So this is what you’ve turned into? A Dog?” Amara yelled.
“I know what to do…I’m calling your father right away!” She threatened picking her phone.
“No no no..please mum, don’t do that…I’d be in trouble if you call dad…Sophia is leaving right away..I’l turn a new leaf…” Tony held her hand pleadingly.
He walked into the guest room, appeared carrying Sophia’s bag.
“Sophia, leave now!” he shoved the dumbfounded Sophia towards the exit.
“You too, go and bring your bag, you’re coming with me!” Amara told Lara who was silent.
“But…ma…” Lara’s eyes widened.
“I say go and bring your bag, I can’t leave you here with this beast! What if he murders you!” Amara shrieked.
“Mum..please don’t take her away.” Tony pleaded.
“Try to stop me!” she glared at him, dragging Lara out of the house; with her bag and all.

(Episode 7)

“Thank you” Lara said givng some naira notes to a cab driver.
She took a deep breathe, and glanced around her.
The magnificent church was standing before her. She had brought her case to God.
She wondered if God would listen to her again. The last time she came to church was when her father was alive, she was ten yrs then…
“Good morning sir” she greeted a man in security uniform.
“Please is the Resident Pastor around?”
“Yes, let me tell him you want to see him.” the security man replied before speaking into a telecom.
“he said you should come in.”
“Thank you sir!” Lara said before walking towards the church basement.
She muttered a silent prayer before knocking.
“Come in.” pastor Wilson said from within
“Good morning Pastor Wilson.” she flexed her knee.
“Morning sister…pleasesit!”
Lara sat on a chair facing him, clutching at her hand bag.
“You came to see me?” Pastor wilson asked.
“Yes pastor, My name is Omolara Popoola..” Lara began.
“Omolara Popoola? You mean Lara the daughter of late Deacon Popoola?” Pastor Wilson asked in suprise.
“Yes sir.” Lara smiled.
“Wow…how are you? How have you been?” he looked pleased.
“Fine sir…”
“God is great! You’re married now?” he gestured at her wedding band.
“Yes sir,…that’s why I came…”
“Is anything the matter?” Pastor wilson sensed all is not well.
Lara told him about her troubles, shedding tears in the process. He looked touched by her story.
“Its well, God is with you.” he told her.
After praying with her, he gave her some Bible verses to read, before asking her to fast for just a day.
“Sister Lara, If you must fast; your faith in God would determine how your answer will be.” he told her.
“I have faith Pastor.” Lara assured him.
“Not just in the mouth but from the heart…and mind you, you must go back to your matrimonial home!” he told her.
“No…But…” she frowned.
“You must go back there!” he said firmly.
“Okay, thank you…” she didn’t look happy.
“Take care Lara, God is with you.” he waved her off.
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Lara walked into her home, she felt nervous when she walked into the sitting room.
“I thought you aint gonna come back.” sophia sneered.
“I’m back!” Lara said, before walking into her room.
She’s got no time to start quarelling with Sophia now, its almost time for her to break her fast.
She was in a kneeling position, rounding up her prayers when she heard a commotion in the sitting room. She paused absent mindedly to listen…Sophiawas quarelling with somebody…perhaps Tony.
She ended her prayer in a hurry and tiptoed out of her room.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
“You have no right to ask me who i’m looking for!” Amara- Tony’s mother shot at Sophia.
“You can’t walk in like that! This isn’t your home!” sophia fired back.
Just then Amara noticed Lara’s presence.
“Lara?”
“Welcome ma.” Lara greeted her.
“Who’s this uncultured woman? Your maid?” she gestured towards Sophia.
“Errrm..”Lara began.
“Sophia, meet …ermm..Tony’smother, and errmmm, ma please meet, Sophia- Tony’s errmm…” Lara stuttered.
“So it is true?!” Amara exclaimed.
Just then Tony came back from wherever he went.
“Mum? What are you doing here?” he asked suprised letting his breifcase drop.
“What am I doing here? So what I heard is true? So its true that you’ve been maltreating Lara? That you even brought your mistress into your matrimonial home?” Amara shrieked.
Tony bent his head, he knew he was in trouble.
“So this is what you’ve turned into? A Dog?” Amara yelled.
“I know what to do…I’m calling your father right away!” She threatened picking her phone.
“No no no..please mum, don’t do that…I’d be in trouble if you call dad…Sophia is leaving right away..I’l turn a new leaf…” Tony held her hand pleadingly.
He walked into the guest room, appeared carrying Sophia’s bag.
“Sophia, leave now!” he shoved the dumbfounded Sophia towards the exit.
“You too, go and bring your bag, you’re coming with me!” Amara told Lara who was silent.
“But…ma…” Lara’s eyes widened.
“I say go and bring your bag, I can’t leave you here with this beast! What if he murders you!” Amara shrieked.
“Mum..please don’t take her away.” Tony pleaded.
“Try to stop me!” she glared at him, dragging Lara out of the house; with her bag and all.

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