Hebrew 13:4 says marriage is in all and the bed undefiled but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge. That is the exact description of my marriage. I got married to Nneka eight years ago and believe me, it was the worst eight years of my life. I graduated with an upper credit in Fine and Applied Arts from Yabatech 12 years ago. I quickly got a job as a graphic artist in an advertising agency. The job was quite taxing and needed a lot of creative thinking but the pay was good, it changed my life and that of my family. By then, my father had retired and relocated to Enugu with my mother and siblings, I live in Lagos alone but got occasional visits from my siblings who were still in school.
The hectic schedule of my job made it virtually impossible for me to socialize and make friends. I had always been the shy type and after Linda my girlfriend of four years got married, I had decided to face my job and wait for the right time to start a relationship. But that right time never came, before I knew it I had spent two years without a girlfriend. Nkem, my younger sister and my closest ally became worried about my situation.
“Brother Emeka, I’m worried about you,” she said to me one evening as we sat in the living room, watching one of the Mexican soaps on TV. Nkem had cooked Egusi soup and pounded yam for me which I devoured with great relish, I rewarded her by promising her some good money when she will go back to school. It was while we were still chatting that she chipped in her thought.
“Why are you worried about me and what is it about?” I asked her.
“Brother, I don’t want you to think I am intruding in your privacy but don’t you think is about time you got married?” she asked me.
“Nkem, I am not averse to getting married but where is the wife?” I asked her.
“Whom do I get married to?”
“Are you saying that there is no woman in your life?”
“Nkem, If there was a woman in my life, I’m sure you would have seen her?” she looked very shocked and dumb struck for a while.
“That is serious brother, really serious, I mean. I find it difficult to believe. You have the money, you have a good job and you are good looking, so what could be the problem?” she said.
“Maybe I haven’t met the right woman,” I said, there was no way I would tell my kid sister that I was shy of girls.
“Or maybe you don’t meet them at all?” she said wisely, I glanced sharply at her. I decided to end the subject and quickly switched to another one.
Three weeks later, Nkem showed up in my house with a tall and pretty girl.
They both wore jeans and T-shirts but the girl was well endowed and the shirt failed to hide her natural endowments well.
“Brother Emeka, I want you to meet Nneka, my friend and roommate in school. Nneka, meet my eldest brother.” She said.
“How do you do Nneka?” I said and extended my hand for a handshake.
“I am very well, thank you and is a pleasure to meet you,” she said, as she returned my handshake. She was indeed very pretty and courteous.
“I take it you girls are not leaving in a hurry, are you?” I asked Nkem.
“No, we actually came to Lagos to buy some things and would spend the night.” She replied.
“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 and 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 questing 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 loved Nneka, she loved me and my family and her both consented to the wedding. What more could I ask for?
To be continued…