“Stop snoring jo”, I playfully jab Leke in his stomach. He grabs me my two arms and lays gentle kisses on my lips. “Let’s see how much jabbing you can do now that I have turned your knees to jelly” I squirm and find my way out of his embrace.
“Get up, I don’t want to be late for church” even though I really just want to lay in bed all day with my husband.
“Come here and kiss your husband good morning”, he pulls me back into bed.
The thing is we know what kissing leads to, every Sunday it’s the same. No wonder everyone at church says I’m glowing when they see me every morning. I’m still in the orgasmic mood, all giggly and easily tickled hence the glow.
“No Leke” I giggle and he starts laughing “Why are you like this Banke, I just want to kiss you now”
“Ok, one kiss, nothing else” as I climb back into bed, give him a kiss and run off to get the kids ready.
When I return to the room, he’s in the shower and boy do I just want to climb into the shower with him?
How did I get so lucky? How? How was I blessed with this intelligent and sexy man who loves me more than the stars?
Leke and I met through his cousin who was sort of like a school mentor for me. I was fresh off the boat from naija and Bola was kind enough to show me the ropes and how things worked. She had lived in America for a year and half so it was still a learning experience for both of us. We had been friends for about 2 years when we both went back home for the Christmas holiday. I had spoken to her parents over the phone since we were now roommates. I went by her house to greet her parents since she had stopped by mine the day before.
“My parents are on their way back from my aunt’s house so let’s go and get Suya before they get back”
I quickly get excited “The famous suya joint by your house? Will they be open now, it’s only 4pm oh” as disappointment sweeps my face because most suya joints don’t start grilling till evening.
“No oh” Bola picks up her wallet and drags me out of the living room. “This guy is so popular in this area that he stays open all day most days”, sha let’s go before he would have run out of the shaki area that I love”
We get back home and her parents are home already and we exchange pleasantries. I didn’t meet Leke that day but the weekend after when I was invited to the house once again. He was around with his parents who came to visit Bola’s parents. I’m assuming once they started their adult conversations, he came and found Bola and that’s how we got introduced. At first, I was just like ok, another cute guy in Lagos, there are too many of them here for me to be overly flustered
“Hey what are you guys doing, these people are going to be talking forever, let’s go get shawarma or something”
“I’m definitely down for that”, bola was already on her feet, packing up her purse.
“What about you Banke? Coming with us abi you don’t eat shawarma?
After all this while, not realizing I hadn’t spoken a word to him since I said hi and that I was holding my breath. “Who in their right mind doesn’t eat shawarma? I’ll come with my driver though so I’ll just go home after that”
That’s how it began, we ended up staying out for about 6 hours, had to ask my driver to go home since Leke had offered to drop me off. I couldn’t imagine what their parents had to talk about for that long but it was such a fun day. I got home that night knowing that this man had stolen my heart.
“Banke your lipstick is fine, let us go” he peeps into the bathroom looking very sexy in his suit.
“Ok I’m coming, get Ayo and Teni into the car and I will be down in 3 minutes, I promise.” I smile because he knows my three minutes is more like 10.
“Ok 3 minutes or I will make you chase the car before you get in”
I just ignore him because I know he will do exactly just that.
Church service was beautiful, but what was even more beautiful was the couple’s fellowship. It’s like the word was specifically tailored to meet me at my place of need. I’ve always known how I wanted to raise my children so it’s been somewhat of a fight when Leke does something that doesn’t really fit into my plan. What they eat, what school they attended, what they wore, what they watched on TV. I sometimes forget that he is half their parent as well. Leke was more lenient with them, allowing them to watch all these cartoons that probably reduced their IQ and giving them money for sugary treats especially this one ice cream man outside of our church. Ayo especially has made it a tradition to always buy ice-cream behind my back every Sunday after church. Only God knows how much of our money that man has collected all in the name of Ice-cream. Patience with your spouse and trust them not to do anything purposely to hurt you.
“Mr. and Mrs. Adebayo, please come out quickly. Ayo was just hit by an Okada”
I don’t remember what happened next, I just remember being outside on the floor, holding on to my almost lifeless son while the driver pulls up the car. My husband is crying and chanting “I shouldn’t have given him money for ice-cream.”
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