I was pleasantly surprised when I recently had a phone call from Akin, a happy-go-lucky â€˜senior boyâ€™ friend, quite early on Monday morning. â€œWots up?â€ I shouted excitedly down the phone. I was on my way to a book launch and was already running late. This had better be good, I muttered. Akin has always loved a good gossip and Iâ€™d expected him to top up on current gossips when he asked as unexpected question.
â€œIs anything wrong with your friend) You donâ€™t think sheâ€™s flipped, do you?â€ I knew who he was referring to. Heâ€™d once had a torrid affair with Joke, a long term friend. Fresh from a bitter divorce from her irresponsible husband, sheâ€™d seen the trappings of wealth around Akin and decided the gods wanted to compensate her for the rough experience she just came out of.
Humph! I warned her that if all she wanted was a regular shag until she found a more grounded suitor, then Akin was it. A committed lover he certainly wasnâ€™t. The man was already married and wasnâ€™t actually on the prowl for a second wife.
But Joke, ever the one to want to tame the most recalcitrant of men, went into the affair with the greatest determination-a typical female conceit believing the wildest of men could be tamed if you played your cards right.
Akin, a typical man quick to spot a womanâ€™s â€˜reformatoryâ€™ schemes, played along with her for a while-up to the point of going public with the relationship until Akinâ€™s wife got a whiff of it and brought out her fangs. Akin beat a quick retreat and it took Joke months and a lot of counseling on my part to be civil to the man.
â€œI saw her at an engagement party on Saturday, greeted her warmly but she just blanked meâ€ Akin who was visibly miffed continued with his moaning.
â€œWhen I called out to her thinking she hadnâ€™t seen me, she was rude and obnoxious. It was embarrassing to say the least. Whatâ€™s with her? Is she alrighP Could she be on drugs)â€ I assured him she was ok the last time I saw her but promised to find from Joke what the matter was. What with work and everything else on my plate, I didnâ€™t have the opportunity until the following day. Joke hooted with laughter when I recounted what Akin said. â€˜HeÂ felt slighted, did he)â€ she asked, elated. â€œNow he knows how painful it is to be snubbed.
â€œI ran into him at a funeral reception about a month before and greeted him warmly only for him to grunt an answer,Â with guests around him looking at me as if were some nuisance embarrassing a poor man. It was then I saw this over-made-up woman scowling at me and sitting next to him-his wife. I quickly left the scene but vowed on revenge.
My chance came when I saw him at the engagement party on his own. He had a huge welcoming grin on his face but I simply walked past him. The shock on his face was a pleasing sight. He thought I didnâ€™t see him and called after me. I turned and gave him one of my if-Iooks-could-kill glare, and he skulked off. Let him have a taste of the medicine he earlier dished out to me!â€
Reminds me of another wedding party I attended with Bopo a close friend. One of her boyfriends, whose daughter was getting married had insited she came in spite of the fact his wife knew of their relationship. He assured her nothing untoward would happen to her, afterall, the mother-of-the-bride was one of three wives. As carefree as Bopo is, she makes it a policy not to cause controversy and she would be the last one to dare a lion in his den. But her lover wanted her around and she begged me to come with her for moral support.
The man was a generous and considerate gentleman and, knowing me to like little intrigues no matter how complicated, I went with her.
The wife spotted us as soon as we came in dressed to kill, but her husband beat her to where we stood, ~u, greeted us warmly and sat us on a table where members of his social club were. The wife later came along and greeted everybody, thanking us as she introduced the newly wedded couple. As she happily collected some stuffed envelopes from guest, I hurriedly rummaged in my bag and gave her some money.
She was sweetness itself as she collected Bopoâ€™s too, thanking us and praying we would one day have the same ceremony for our own children. She was really nice considering Bopoâ€™s relationship with her husband.
About an hour later, she showed up to tell us some new caterers just brought in amala and fresh fish stew, did anybody want any? Most of us did and she came back with two waiters, their trays laden with plateful of the stuff. She personally handed each guest a plate but â€˜accidentallyâ€™ tripped when she got to Bopoâ€™s side, expertedly dropping a whole plate of hot amala and stew on her lap! She shrieked as the hot stuff soaked into her expensive clothes and she quickly jumped up in pain.
We all gaped at her lovely clothes with rivulets of ewedu running down the front, she looked as if she would burst into tears. Her rival was very apologetic as she tried to wipe away the mess but succeeded in making a greater mess of everything.
Bopoâ€™s boyfriend couldnâ€™t believe the spectacle that greeted him when he rushed to where the commotion was. We all knew it was a well-planned â€˜coupâ€™ by his wife but it would be foolish to create a scene-so we beat a hasty retreat. Bopo raved and ranted on the way home and had to stop over at mine to have a good bath and a change of clothing before the soup had the chance to seep into her bits and wreak another havoc!
After the fiasco of Bopoâ€™s boyfriendâ€™s party, Joke came over to the house to ask my advice about one of her â€˜pressingâ€™ matters. After she broke up with Akin, she got involved with another nice married but â€˜freeâ€™ man. Free in the senseÂ that no woman stifles him.
TheÂ relationship sort of stabilized her until he stormed off after a rowÂ vowing notÂ to be back until he got aÂ full apology from her. Asking Joke to apologize was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. She asked him to go take a hike.
In the meantime, sheâ€™d just met this quaint elderly man. â€œHeâ€™s not all that into sex,â€ she assured, â€œall he wants is good company.â€ So her bit-on-the-side became the main course when Chris gave his ultimatum. She was in-between drivers and this man got her one and offered to pay his salary. This new relationship wasnâ€™t half as hot as the one she had with Chris.
It was obvious his seventy-something man was trying to bring back some of his lost youth by attempting to court her. But who was she kidding7 She missed all the fun spots she attended with Chris, plus all the regular brain-storming they used to have. And more importantly, she missed the sex. In the end, she went back to Chris, full of the apologizes she once vowed not to give. The reunion was mind-blowing.
Which brought her to her current dilemma. Her new driver stays in her boysâ€™ quarter) and had seen Chris a couple of times. â€œThe first time he saw Chris the driver looked alarmed,â€ recalled Joke. â€œThe second time, he looked sullen. He believed I was two timing his boss, which I was! So what happens when Chris spends the night as he often does?
â€œAsÂ things are, the driver hasnâ€™t said anything. I donâ€™t want to hurt the poor man but the driver comes from the same village as him and naturally would be loyal to him. The embarrassment of being found out could kill me – a lot of his close friends know and approveÂ of our relationship.
How do I escape this mess?Â â€œI refused to offer any advice. What could I say? It would really be interesting to find out how she gets out of thisÂ corner sheâ€™s boxed herself into!