“Ogooluwa, wake up” I heard his voice
and I sat up immediately.
It was still dark and he was fully
dressed, carrying a small bag. I was
“Good morning” I said and he nodded
“We have to leave now” he said and I
looked at him, shocked.
“For where?” I asked
“Nasarawa” he said and I suddenly
“What!” I exclaimed and he nodded still
“Let’s go and start our lives afresh
there.” He said and I looked really
“Our loads, as in, come on, Ade mi…” I
It really met me suddenly and I didn’t
know the right thing to say.
And that was how we left for Nasarawa
state in the middle belt of Nigeria
without telling anyone and with our
modes of communication- Sim cards-
On the way to Nasarawa again, we
were involved in an accident where fire
consumed all of our properties and I
was so shocked as how this could
happen to us.
I wept really hard as I could feel that I
smelt of misfortune and ill-fate!
But my name was Ogooluwa- God’s
What was wrong with me oh my good
With the little money we had (Thank
God Adejare was wise enough to keep
another account his parents knew
nothing about), we secured a place to
live in and it was quite comfortable
since the cost of living in Nasarawa was
But we were not married at all!
I didn’t allow him to touch me until he
paid my dowry and until we were
Who was he going to even pay the
Well, I didn’t know who but I knew
deep down that though I loved him, I
couldn’t just give way to him like that.
We eventually went to a court of law
and we were joined together as we
exchanged the matrimonial vows while
we hired a couple to pray for us!
Our wedding night was a night I would
Never did I envisage that everything
could be like that!
The way Adejare tore at me as he
rammed me was not pleasurable at all.
As I moaned in pain and bled, he didn’t
care but only rode on as if I was a
Oh my God!
After everything, as he walked to the
bathroom, he turned back to look at me.
“You are a virgin after all” he said and
tears streamed down my face.
Where is the guy I loved?
The Adejare that I gave my heart to,
where is he?
I had earlier told him while we were in
courtship that I wasn’t sure if I was a
virgin and that he would find out when
This was because while we were
growing up in the orphanage home, one
Mr. Sylvester who was a tutor there did
teach us practically about sex. He would
be so explicit that he would make us lie
on one another and then record it in his
then analog camera!
I was part of the victims then and there
really wasn’t anyone who we could
report to because almost all the men
there were promiscuous as well and the
women would only laugh.
I told Adejare about this and he
consoled me, saying no matter the
outcome of his findings on our wedding
night, he would be just fine.
But see his response now!
You are a virgin after all!
I felt like dying!
…But that was the beginning of our
frustrating marital life!
I am thirty-nine years old now and our
marriage would be seventeen years in
three months’ time.
This news from the medical doctor
would definitely spark fire when my
husband comes to hear of it.
After 6 children?
How did it even happen?
My husband worked with a quarry in
Mararaba, near Abuja and while he
lived far away, we had lived from hand
I had presented my certificate to
different educational sectors but despite
my wonderful 1st class result, I had
never been accepted!
Never did any of them call me back for
interview- not even the budding private
It was frustrating!
The only things I could do well with my
hands were hairstyling, frying of
chinchin and hand embroidery of
And those were the source of income
for feeding the half a dozen children
that I had.
The money my husband made per
month was up to 50,000 but he never
dropped a dime at home.
The only thing he brings back at the end
of the month when he visited would not
be more than Kulikuli, kilishi and masa
(Corn flour cake) plus bread-
You are ten weeks pregnant! That the
doctor said was like a death sentence
because, the last time my husband met
with me was ten weeks ago and that
was after about 2 months sexual break!
Why would pregnancy just result within
that short period of time?
Why wouldn’t pregnancy visit the rich,
barren wife of our Reverend in church?
—probably because she is stingy!
She would come to the small stall in
front of my house and start pricing my
wraps of chinchin!
Uku amsin! (Three for #50)
Those were the words that come out of
her mouth every time to the extent that
my children had nicknamed her
Mummy Uku Amsin!
Why must it be me and not her?
Not after the very stern warning from
my husband that if I get pregnant
again, he would throw me out.
How would I tell him?
Exactly how would I tell him that after
so much period of sex starvation, the
one time he met with me was in my
ovulation period and that it resulted
As I held my purse- the house of all the
money I had in the world (#4000+)
close to my chest, a car drove to my
side suddenly and I outstretched my
right hand, spread my palm and cursed
“Waka!” I said suddenly, very
“Glory!” I heard the driver called and I
knew who it was.
The only person who called me Glory
was my neighbor Hasiya. Since she
couldn’t pronounce Ogooluwa perfectly,
I gave her the option of the English
“Hasiya, it’s you” I said, smiling faintly
“Yes it’s me. Come in” she said but she
was not smiling at all.
What was the problem?
She was always smiling happily
whenever she saw me but now, her face
I turned and sat on the front seat.
“I hope there is no problem” I said,
looking intently into her face.
“That would be a lie if I said so” she
said as she drove off.
My heart started beating fast.
What could the problem be?
She had turned back to Kasuwa
(market) side instead of going to
Agwan-Biri where we lived and I
wondered what was wrong.
I had the ability of maintaining my
calm and dying in silence, so I was
going to do same here.
I would wait till she showed me what it
My headache had started on a serious
She drove to a halt in front of one of
the communication stores and she
looked into my face.
She held my hands together and my
The veins at the side of my head were
fighting hard to be heard and noticed.
“I saw this and I felt that if I didn’t let
you see it too, it wouldn’t tell well of
me” she said as she pointed at the other
side of the road.
I turned to look at the direction she
pointed at and lo and behold! …
It just couldn’t be true!
As my heart jumped anxiously as if to
leave the cage holding it, I closed my
eyes in shame and embarrassment!
“It is well Glory ko? I don’t even know
what to say. Sanu….yakuri!” she begged
me on, trying her utmost to console me.
The first time we spoke together was
when I was seven years ago when I was
in the pregnancy of my last twins and
my husband kept kicking my tummy as
if to put an end to the growing fetus!
She had rushed out of her gigantic
mansion that midnight just to come in
between the fight!
She was drawn to my beauty and that
of my twins- 3 sets of twins!
She was dazed also at my spoken
English and she wondered what was
Since then, whenever she had one thing
or the other, she would give to me to
help my children.
It was however heartbreaking that my
last-born- the boy twins were seated on
the ground with some ill-looking
children, holding plastic plates and
singing the Al-majiri song.
My own children!
Just 7 years old o!
Begging for money???
I didn’t know what to do.
Was I supposed to cross the road and
Or was I supposed to turn back and go
I was so stranded as to what to do!
If for real God really exists, why is this
happening to me? Why has my life
never been full of happiness?
Why have I always been a Mara?
Why has my portion always been bitterness?
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Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle
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