It was when it appeared that everything was set that we settled down to watch a DVD. It would be nice for the two girls to walk in and meet us watching a DVD player, I had reasoned.
My feeling when it was I p.m. was indescribable. It was a mixture of everything good and everything fun. But by half-past-one, they were nowhere near my apartment. I did not know what was going on but Ben kept assuring me that they would come. I did not ask him but he kept on coming up with excuses why they were not around.
They did not turn up until 3.30pm that day. It was late but the excitement in the air consumed every other hiccups. We were introduced. We talked. We agreed that we would give each other a chance to explore ourselves. That was how everything started.
About one year later, Ezinne and I were pronounced husband and wife at St. Leo’s Catholic Church. I would not say it was a gathering of the top echelon of the society but a lot of important people graced my wedding.
And this probably placed us on an envious pedestal. The first eight months were quite rosy and memorable. The three contracts I executed for some Local Government councils in Ogun State were paid for.
It meant I had the time in the world and perhaps the money too to make my wife happy. Of course, I was always making sure that she got whatever she desired.
But one mistake I made was that I failed to teach her how to live like a contractor’s wife. You see, a contractor
lives like a Spartan. When there’s food, you eat, when there is none, you endure and hope for a better future.
The word lack was what infuriated Ezinne. The moment it seemed as if the money was not flowing the way it used to flow, Ezinne gets really pissed off.
At such times, she would pick quarrels with me and call me all sorts of names. The one that amuses me most is when she begins to stress the fact that I was cheating on her.
“Why would you believe I am cheating on you?” I would ask her.
“I know you well,” she would claim. “I know you quite well. Before. you used to come home with money.
