“Well, in that case here is some money and make sure you cook something good,” I gave her money and went out to watch football at a nearby viewing centre. When I got home, I was served white rice, vegetable and stew filled with spiced fried croaker fish. I ate the food and went for a second filling while the two girls watched TV.
“Nkem, you outdid yourself. The stew is very tasty,” I commended my sister, she started smiling.
“Thank you brother but I didn’t cook it, Nneka did.” She said. I cast a glance at Nneka and she looked away shyly.
“Wow, Nneka, That was a very sweet meal, one of the best I have had,” I said.
“Thank you brother Emeka,” she said.
We eventually slept that night and the next day the girls left. Life continued until one day I got a phone call from Nneka, she said Nkem was admitted at the hospital in Ibadan. I rushed to Ibadan and met my sister on the hospital bed in campus. She had typhoid fever. The doctor assured me she was getting better and would be discharged in two days’ time. I thanked Nneka who had been playing nurse and begged her to take care of Nkem and bring her to Lagos immediately she is discharged in two days’ time.
Two days later, Nneka brought my sister back to Lagos and stayed back to take care of Nkem. We became quite close, Nneka was not only beautiful, she was intelligent and a good cook. She took over the cooking and cleaning of my house to the extent that even when Nkem became well, she was still doing it. I looked forward to going home each night to talk to Nneka and watch her cook, Nkem noticed our closeness and seemed to approve of it.
“So, you girls would leave tomorrow morning,” I asked Nneka one night, they had spent two weeks in my house and would go back to school the next day.
“Yes, we will,” she replied. Nkem had gone to bed early that night, availing Nneka and I the opportunity to be alone in the living room.
“I will miss you girls,” I said.
“Me or Nkem?” she asked me, her question caught me unawares.
“I asked you, whom among us would you miss the most.” She said.
“It is just a simple question brother Emeka,” she said. Indeed, it was a simple question but it was also a very daring question at the same time.
“I will miss you Nneka,” I said, she smiled and moved closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I took the back and kissed her, I ended up making love to Nneka right there on the couch. God! Nneka was good in bed and she displayed some sex styles which amazed me. From there, Nneka and I hit it off, we initially hid it from Nkem but when she found out, she didn’t really object to our relationship until I announced my intention to get married to Nneka.
“Brother, I thought you guys were only playing,” Nkem said to me.
“No, I love Nneka and want to marry her,” I told her. “Do you have any objection, don’t you like the fact that I am getting married to your girlfriend,” I asked her.
“I am happy for you brother Emeka. Really, I am but you should be careful and strict with Nneka, that is my only advice for you; she said to me. I didn’t muse much on Nkem’s words, I loved Nneka, she loved me and my family and hers both consented to the wedding. What more could I ask for?
Nneka and I got married some months later and started our lives as a young couple; she was still in school and only came home during weekends. Trouble started when I found out that Nneka was taking pills, I confronted her about it and she said she didn’t want to have a child while still in school as it would be too difficult for her to cope with her studies and motherhood. I told her how other girls combined motherhood and academic but Nneka would not hear of it. As if that was not enough, she suddenly quarreled with Nkem, their fight was so bitter that Nkem stopped coming to my house and only called me on phone. I tried to find not the reason for their fight but they refused to tell me.
Nneka graduated and couldn’t get a job, I told her to stay at home and opened a shop for her where she sold provisions. I was doing all that to make my wife happy, yet Nneka was not happy. It seemed the more I tried to please her, the more disgruntled she became. One area which we always quarreled about was money. Nneka was always running out of money to restock her shop. Each time I refused to give her or asked her to give good account of her sales, she would raise hell. These fights continued even when she became pregnant and eventually put to bed, she made sure I had no peace in my house. I was a sad man, going home became a nightmare for me.
I confided in Nkem one day of how sad I was and how my marriage of four years was a nightmare for me. She sympathized with me and told me to come to her house whenever the pressure became too much. Nkem was married and had two kids and a happy home. I didn’t know why her friend Nneka had chosen to make our home an unhappy one. One day, precisely on our seventh anniversary, I got a shocking phone call from a guy who called himself Ekene. He told me he wanted to see me but didn’t want to come to my house, he said he had some serious secrets about Nneka which he wanted to reveal to me. I told him to come to my house and say whatever he had to say and hung up on him.
To be continued…