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BN Prose: Summer Days, Cloudy Skies By Atoke



The traffic on Ajose was murder. She left the office at 5pm on the dot and even though she knew that was the peak of rush hour she felt she had a head start. An hour later and she’d barely moved 10 feet past her office. She was frustrated. She turned on the radio but the noise from the radio advert jingles didn’t help to ease the tension she felt. This was not going well at all, she looked at the time on her dash board 18:15 and she was still heading to Oju Olobun. She had let the driver go today because she was meeting up with Dipo and they decided there was no point in having both drivers and both cars today since they’d be going home together. She kept punching at the radio dials and it was like the universe was somehow determined to make this trip to meet up with her husband hell. She got tired of looking for good music and slipped in an Asa CD. As the music filled the car, her mind drifted to her loving husband who was tired of the overly hectic schedule they both had.

“When was the last time we went out together, just us. No obligation to friends or family, just us having a good time”.

“No time nah! When do we want to do that? “She had replied as she kissed him that morning and told him they would plan something soon.”Not this weekend though! We have prayer breakfast on Saturday morning and you know Iyke and Bimpe’s baby’s christening is in the afternoon. I don’t want to become enemy of the state if we don’t go abeg”.

“Na wa oh! So we’ve become those people who just live under the same roof and don’t spend time together. I didn’t sign up for this oh” He was laughing when he said it but the way he avoided her eyes told her he wasn’t happy. She wasn’t happy either but they led busy lives. She walked back to where he was standing by the wardrobe and held him from behind “Darling, we can do brunch at Southern Sun after church on Sunday ok?” she pressed her cheek into the back of his crisp ironed shirt. He smelt so good. She knew she had to leave now or she’d be late for work.

“I really gotta go now. Speak to you later?”

So when he’d called to say they should meet up after work today, she knew it was important to him. All she really wanted to do was go home, have a warm shower, sink into the covers and sleep. She’d been having terrible stomach cramps all day and had winced in pain as she ate her lunch. This had been going on for a while now. The pain came intermittently but they always stopped after a while. They were akin to menstrual cramps but she couldn’t be too sure since she didn’t have them too often. She cranked up the volume of the music player and started singing along, something, anything to distract her from the sharp pain that was coming from within her. She was going to do everything within her to make sure this dinner with her boo was totally enjoyable.

They had been married for three years and they were like two peas in a pod. Sometimes their friends teased them that they finished each other’s sentences, they didn’t even realise how much in sync they were.

They didn’t have any kids; but Kauna, her late cousin’s daughter, often spent her holidays with them. Initially it was because they needed to solidify their financial base before they had a child. Now, they were just waiting for it to happen. The prospect of a baby tickled Hadiza to no end. To raise a family with her best friend, the man she loved and cherished so much. They agreed that if they had a boy he would be called Ethan, and if they had a baby girl, she would be called Emmanuella.

As she drove into the empty parking slot in front of Yellow Chilli, she looked at the clock 07.25. Over an hour just to get around the Island, her husband who’d come from the Mainland probably got here in 45 minutes. She sighed and wearily dragged her tired body out of the car. She felt the earth tilt slightly as she planted her feet on the ground but she held onto the car. She was dizzy. She needed to sit down and have a glass of water as soon as possible. She walked into the restaurant and quickly looked around for Dipo. She saw his head buried in a paper and smiled.


Life is a funny place. One minute it’s a life of promise, hope and love; and the next it’s dark and grey and bleak. At times, it’s like a roller coaster — one second, you’re filled with excitement at the prospect of getting on; and the next, dread and trepidation fills your heart as you embark on the ride with its tumultuous turns and rapid bends. At other times it’s just downright mean and vindictive, like surviving a plane crash and then being run over by a bus driver on your way home. If you were the praying sort, you prayed when the crisis hit and you wait for the avalanche of pain to pass, hoping that it leaves a minimal level of damage in its wake. Sometimes you look around you and it appears everyone else has it all rosy, but until they tell you their own story you don’t know they are on a life trip of their own, just masked as best as they can beneath pretty clothes and a beautiful smile.

He sat there in the waiting room, head bowed low. His face was buried in his hands masking the fear that coursed through him. It had been an exhausting 12 hours and he was not sure what lay ahead of them.

He had been waiting for her and the next thing he heard was noise, the restaurant peace had been disrupted. “Somebody get help, this woman has fainted oh!” He got up to find out what the problem was and to see if he could help. The feeling in his chest when he looked and saw Diza lying there was indescribable. It was fear, and concern and shock all rolled up forming a big lump in his chest. “Her name is Hadiza, and I am her husband” Nobody asked him, too many people were trying to help pick her up and put her in a car, any car to get her to the hospital, any hospital. He was nervous and it was hard not to show it. Someone took his keys from his hands “sir, I think you should just stay in the back with her, I will drive. Do you have a hospital of choice? Or should we take her to the general hospital in Marina”

“Our hospital is Reddington. Please take us to Reddington” The trip to the emergency room was a blur; he held her hand and kept praying, willing her to open her eyes. It didn’t happen. He felt for a pulse, it threaded weakly beneath her skin. He needed her to be alright, he tried to will her awake, he bargained with God, he needed her more than anything and he was willing to trade his breath for hers.

He had been there in the waiting room for 12 hours. Two hours after trying to find out what was wrong came back with their diagnosis. Diza’s uterine wall was lined with fibroids and she had also been pregnant. It was an ectopic pregnancy. They needed his consent to take out the fibroids and if they needed to, take out the affected tubes. How was he supposed to take a decision about her body without her? How was this fair? How ironic that they were trying for a baby and now they had one he had to make the decision to take it all away, even worse, reduce her chances of bearing a child of her own

“Save her. Do all you can to save her”

Tears rolled down his face into his hands. He was tired and exhausted, but he knew the road ahead was long and bumpy. They tried to get him to go home but he wasn’t going to leave until he could talk to her. As if understanding his misery and pain one of the nurses from the night before tapped him on the shoulder “Oga, I think she’s awake now. You can see her. She is asking for you”.

Wearily dragging himself up, he walked in the direction of ward. He lacked the words to tell her that he’d given consent for her tubes to be taken out. The extent of the fibroids was also bad but the doctor had told him that they didn’t need a hysterectomy. She had a tired smile on her face when he walked in, and in a groggy voice she said “Baby you look so tired”


The lights in the room were turned off but the glare of television kept the room dimly illuminated. She heard when he opened the front door and she knew from habit that he‘d go into the kitchen to look for food. She instinctively picked up my cell phone to look at the time. 11.50pm. She closed her eyes and hurriedly put her phone under the pillow to avoid the backlight bringing attention to her side of the bed. She heard him bang across the rug towards the wardrobe, he was hanging his jacket. He was going to turn off the t.v and slide into bed. She had an acute sense of his every movement.

“I left some food for you in the oven. There’s chicken wrapped in foil in the fridge”

“Thank you”

There was an awkward silence. There was always an awkward silence between them, that is why she preferred having the TV on. Something, anything to dispel the discomfort that had settled in their home. He sat up on the bed and stared straight ahead.

 “Do you wanna talk?”

“No. I just want to sleep” He was trying to reach her and he was running out of ideas.

She had become so cold and distant. He thought staying away would help, it didn’t. She spoke little or no words to him at all. He was waiting for her to absorb the news, to fit it into their lives. He wanted her to become his once again. It was not happening. A week turned into a month and a month into two, and then a third. She blamed him; he knew she blamed him so he stayed away. Working as late as he could, knowing words failed him every time he tried. He wanted to talk to her, to tell her it didn’t matter, nothing mattered but her and their life together.

She heard the slight hum indicating he had fallen asleep and she opened her eyes. This feeling inside of her was not going anywhere; she nurtured it and allowed it to fester. It was the pain of loss and somewhere in here laid guilt. For the past three months, Dipo tried to reach her. He soothed her and she balked, he tried to calm her down whenever she got hysterical. He reassured her of his love over and over again.

“I love you with all my heart, baby or no baby. I swore to love and honour you, in sickness and in health. I love you, … you ‘Diza, just you”

Tears of shame filled her eyes; he was totally selfless in his love for her, she wanted to hold him but she pushed him away and went into the room. She could tell he was at his wits end but she had created the wall and she didn’t know how to pull it down. She looked at her phone again to check the time, and she saw the message icon. A message from her mother

“Deez my love, I think it is only right and proper that you tell him the truth. We have carried this lie on for way too long and I admit I am ashamed of my complicity in this matter. I don’t want this to break you, and so I believe you should talk to Dipo. Stop pushing him away. His only concern is for you. I love you and I am always here for you”.

She blinked as she read the message. Tell Dipo the truth? Tell him that Kauna wasn’t her late cousin’s daughter living with her mom but her own child? Tell Dipo that she lied for so long and even continued lying? How did her mother expect her to save her marriage by telling her husband that she had a child but she would never bear one for him? She pulled the duvet over her head and wept. The truth held no promise for her.

You probably wanna read a fancy bio? But first things first! Atoke published a book titled, +234 - An Awkward Guide to Being Nigerian. It's available on Amazon. ;)  Also available at Roving Heights bookstore. Okay, let's go on to the bio: With a Masters degree in Creative Writing from Swansea University, Atoke hopes to be known as more than just a retired foodie and a FitFam adherent. She can be reached for speechwriting, copywriting, letter writing, script writing, ghost writing  and book reviews by email – [email protected]. She tweets with the handle @atoke_ | Check out her Instagram page @atoke_ and visit her website for more information.


  1. SeunD

    July 11, 2011 at 2:36 pm

    this is sooo good. you should have saved it for a book. I love everything about it, I feel like i know where everything is happening….BEAUTIFUL !!!!

  2. StephanieIj

    July 11, 2011 at 2:41 pm

    “Sometimes you look around you and it appears everyone else has it all rosy, but until they tell you their own story you don’t know they are on a life trip of their own, just masked as best as they can beneath pretty clothes and a beautiful smile.”

    If she keeps the secret it wouldn’t be fair on Kauna….but really, I don’t know how she would break it to Dipo without ruining her marriage. *sigh_

  3. fokasibe

    July 11, 2011 at 2:48 pm

    I certainly didn’t see that one coming!!! Good one Aderonke!!

  4. Damsel

    July 11, 2011 at 2:51 pm

    Am short of words rite now…i will be back later.

    • geezer

      July 11, 2011 at 4:03 pm

      Or you wish you would have the opportunity to come back later one and say first!!! LOLZ

    • I mustoh talk utunuh

      July 11, 2011 at 9:30 pm

      How does this wan wey u con talk now now make sense??? come back LATER and say FIRST?


    • yepyep

      July 12, 2011 at 9:42 am

      In the spirit of stating the obvious, I mustoh talk utunuh, MUST YOU TALK?? #OVERSABI


  5. Berennyz

    July 11, 2011 at 3:02 pm


  6. eccentricSHE

    July 11, 2011 at 3:06 pm


  7. funky mf

    July 11, 2011 at 3:14 pm

    never read a Bella naija prose before but this had me scrolling down!nice one! so touching.

  8. Mercy Imoisili

    July 11, 2011 at 3:17 pm

    Diza, plz tell him the truth. it happended to a relative of mine too,but her home wasnt ruined becos her husband really care about her……Aderonke, well done

  9. oluwatosin

    July 11, 2011 at 3:18 pm

    Beautiful story is a difficult thing to say bur if she wants to b honest n play by d books,she shud tell him but if she loves her marriage,I bet somethings r just left untold n better kept dat way.

  10. amischa

    July 11, 2011 at 3:21 pm

    this is wonderful, very complicated, but funny enough why must the story be about rich people, reddington,yellow chilli, southern sun, give a brak, mtchew

    • simplymoi

      July 11, 2011 at 6:09 pm

      simply telling about the irony of life….everything can appear so beautiful and perfect yet head no where fast to end up sad…ces’t la vie

    • Cutie Toxie

      July 11, 2011 at 8:29 pm

      Exactly!!!!!! This is what I think Aderonke was going for.. Using those places doesn’t mean anybody can’t relate to it. It’s only showing that sometimes the sky on summer days can be cloudy….

      My 2 kobo

    • MOXIE

      July 11, 2011 at 7:05 pm

      so she should have used white house/amala shitta,general hospital,rita lori hotel….ehn?would that have appeased your base taste..if u have no constructive criticism,then best keep your inferiority complex to yourself .its quite apparent you cant afford such places……MTSHEWWWWWWWW

    • Homely

      July 12, 2011 at 12:28 pm

      lollllzzzzzzzzz… cant stop laughing at your comments, hahahaha….amala shitta…

    • Cutie Toxie

      July 11, 2011 at 7:47 pm

      I agree with you Amischa…. I totally didn’t get the point of the story cos it speaks to only ‘rich people’ in Lagos.

      Yakoyo in place of Yellow Chilli and Iyaniwura Maternity Home in place of Reddington would have done the trick

      Sure!!!! *straight face*

  11. Gbemi

    July 11, 2011 at 3:22 pm

    Wowww!! This piece is sooo captivating, I had to finish it to the very end (something I rarely do).

    She should have told Dipo from the very beginning to avoid a situation like this, but no use crying over spilt milk.

    To be honest, I can’t decide on whether or not Diza should tell Dipo now because she’ll loose both ways.

    If she tells him now, he’ll feel the highest level of distrust and would never trust her. He would feel that there are other things she’s hiding from him. And for a guy to love so undilutedly as he does, telling him now that she cant bear any kid(s) for him would kill him. He might start looking elsewhere for comfort.

    If she doesn’t tell him, he would most definitely find out in future and that would be even more devastating.

    Diza, only God can help you now

    • andels

      July 11, 2011 at 3:55 pm

      well written, an interesting story. well said gbemi, Diza needs God’s wisdom.

    • DIVAZU

      July 13, 2011 at 11:11 am

      he already knows she cant bear kids for him…he signed the consent to have her tubes removed…

    • Xavier Modamo

      July 18, 2011 at 9:52 am

      Gbemi, I totally agree with you o. The matter don pass be careful now. Either way, the whole thing go scatter unless Dipo is of the rare ilk of men who have such a large forgiving heart that he’s able to absorb BOTH the pain of her deception AND the sad truth that she can never bear him a child… na wah o.

  12. taiwo

    July 11, 2011 at 3:55 pm

    great plot and had all the innings of a great story , Wow , you had me from “go”- simply didnt see it coming , u are good- to say the least ! now i’m hooked’ – Aderonke Williams Adeosun – well done!!

  13. Uchechi

    July 11, 2011 at 4:01 pm

    Oh Lord!!

  14. Lucy

    July 11, 2011 at 4:07 pm

    Beautiful story. Wasn’t prepared for the shocking secret in the last paragraph. This is very complicated. Dunno what sort of advice to give her. Maybe it could have been much more easier for her to tell Dipo the truth if she had not pushed him away over the decision he made while she was sick. Hmmmm

  15. Aibee

    July 11, 2011 at 4:08 pm

    OMG! I really didn’t see that coming. Great story Aderonke. Now I know i’ve got to be truthfull with my significant other about some ishs. But, its hard ooo.

  16. amaka

    July 11, 2011 at 4:12 pm

    OMG! this is so nice. Diza tell him the truth. The earlier he finds out, the beta 4 u both.

  17. Ivoire

    July 11, 2011 at 4:16 pm

    Beautifully written…loved every bit of it. I always wonder how much information does one really need to disclose in a relationship but I guess as this story shows there are some things one just has to be open and upfront about like having a child from a previous relationship…I mean Dipo clearly loves her.
    Good job Aderonke!

  18. sandra

    July 11, 2011 at 4:16 pm

    this is soooo sad n complicated. its best she tells him d truth now

  19. robo

    July 11, 2011 at 4:37 pm

    hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,just thinking,nice story

  20. faith

    July 11, 2011 at 4:38 pm

    mercy this is just fiction-some1s imagination….very very captivating,interesting and nunpredictable….i love.

  21. Me

    July 11, 2011 at 4:42 pm

    very good Aderonke

  22. kenny

    July 11, 2011 at 4:57 pm

    diza needs d lord this save her marriage.pis tell him .

  23. biola

    July 11, 2011 at 4:57 pm


  24. Amy

    July 11, 2011 at 5:19 pm

    Is dat all I wanted more……I was visualising it …good one

  25. kenny

    July 11, 2011 at 5:27 pm

    Great piece.

  26. Godlovesme4me

    July 11, 2011 at 5:39 pm

    Yet another lovely piece of writing…great work Aderonke.

  27. barnabas

    July 11, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    interesting story.
    I think Dipo deserves to know the truth,Diza is not just been fair to him.A lie in a relationship will lead to many other lies she should have told him the truth in the early stages of the relationship.

  28. Fame!

    July 11, 2011 at 5:45 pm

    “She instinctively picked up my cell phone to look at the time. 11.50pm”- The “my” in the sentence refers to who?
    Very interesting story. Good job!

  29. MiMi Danesi

    July 11, 2011 at 6:06 pm

    That’s my gurl right there, lol, good work girl, didn’t know you had this much talent, waiting for your book 🙂

  30. Beverly

    July 11, 2011 at 6:10 pm

    It seems a lot of people are more focused on the husband and the marriage…what about the child’s right to know and develop a relationship with her mother AND father? Hia.

    Well written.


    July 11, 2011 at 6:12 pm

    great…enjoyed it

  32. deedee

    July 11, 2011 at 6:27 pm

    hmmm…complicated; Aderonke, u got me hooked till the very end…very interesting I must say.

  33. Ephraim

    July 11, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    Hmmm, very captivating and engaging, well written Aderonke.
    But then, “Truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.” – Winston Churchill. Diza, the truth lies with you, whatsoever you do with it, the choice is yours. No great achievement was ever attained that was founded on lies. Again, if you do decide to toll the lines of great minds, know that there is a time and there is the right time and the two are not the same. The key is to find the right time. Good luck.

    • Bisqo

      July 11, 2011 at 9:06 pm

      Well written reply, wish there was a like button on BN.

  34. gkush

    July 11, 2011 at 6:52 pm

    this is a beautiful piece. really!

  35. zeenie

    July 11, 2011 at 6:57 pm

    Loved every bit of it… Didn’t expect the end thou… And yes I want more ☹

  36. glad

    July 11, 2011 at 7:03 pm

    wow!! very captivating…..she’s in deep sh*t. she needs to have a mother–daughter relationship with kauna and also she needs to be honest with her husband. she shd pray to God for wisdom and direction…who knows, dipo may accept Kauna as his own daughter…..difficult though but there’s nothing impossible with God. love covers a multitude of sins……Hadiza shs tell her husband the truth about kauna

  37. judy

    July 11, 2011 at 7:51 pm


  38. Jade

    July 11, 2011 at 7:53 pm

    oMg i was soooo not expecting the ending, simply wonderful and when is the book coming out?

  39. kiz

    July 11, 2011 at 8:06 pm

    how can it end that way…….am still craving for more!

  40. Favoured Girl

    July 11, 2011 at 8:38 pm

    Intriguing story, well written.

  41. akin

    July 11, 2011 at 10:22 pm

    very nice,

  42. Slush

    July 11, 2011 at 10:30 pm

    I know this is fiction but there are just tooooooo many secrets in this life…

  43. zeenie

    July 11, 2011 at 11:10 pm

    Just read it again(for the third time)… Ў☺ΰ should make a book… Itz captivating

  44. GT

    July 11, 2011 at 11:34 pm

    woow!!! just great dat all i can say: excellent

  45. Rolazzi

    July 11, 2011 at 11:42 pm

    One’s spouse should be one’s soulmate, no use keeping secrets that will mar your lives n marriage. Thankfully you’ve a soulmate in Dipo, tell him d truth Asap n give ur relationship time to heal n ur daughter a proper family life.
    If u don’t tell him, someone else will. May God u.

  46. ary

    July 12, 2011 at 12:29 am

    great piece!

  47. Obi

    July 12, 2011 at 3:12 am

    Almost in tears reading this. Why I don’t know, really … but the story was beautiful. I agree with those who say the story points to the sad lives of those we see as rich and “non-stress-able” … the rich also cry. Sadness however knows no boundaries. It comes to both rich and poor. What was that song that Dat Nigga Raw did with … “Onye G’enye m Ego” … Everyone is eligible to feel pain & sorrow.

  48. Misizbee

    July 12, 2011 at 4:19 am


  49. kiddy

    July 12, 2011 at 7:31 am

    i loved the piece, it was a very beautiful story. Ironically this is what is happening in many lives, we hold secrets and plan to take them to our graves bcos of the uncertainty of what happens when we disclose.
    i really dont know what she should do cos i will probably do the same if i were her but i think she should seek peace and be happy no matter what. the outcome of issues are not usually as bad as we think. if its truly love they share, the truth will bring them closer eventually.
    It isnt right that the mother is putting that kind of pressure on her daughter, even to the extent of sending a text, what if he sees it?does she think it would be fair for him to hear that way.

  50. Ada

    July 12, 2011 at 8:37 am

    The proverbial case of throwing stones when you live in a glass house. Why do people hide the fact that they have kids? Kids are gifts from God. Has anyone considering how many people spend millions of Naira each year on fertility treatments at home and abroad in search of what other people have and dont appreciate? I just dont get it. As a single parent, i dont hide the fact that i have a son, if anyone shows interest in me, i tell him the truth because a relationhip based on lies will never last talk less of a marriage. Anyone who loves you will accept your child as well. In this case, Hadiza should tell Dipo the truth and work on her marriage.

    • qhaycee

      July 12, 2011 at 2:23 pm

      thumbs up ada. My sis has a child and it nearly blew my fam apart. Now,she is d apple of all our eyes! Diza isn’t serious,she has a child and is still thinkn whether or not 2 tell her husband. If d man goes,its his loss!

    • Ada

      July 13, 2011 at 8:32 am

      Thanks qhaycee!

  51. Nne Somebody

    July 12, 2011 at 9:02 am

    My heart is breaking even though I know it’s fiction. So cleverly written. Well done, Aderonke.

  52. doyin

    July 12, 2011 at 9:26 am

    Mscheeeew, I dnt pity her @ all. She’s nt a saint and d man who truly cares about her, she’s pushing away. Is she ok? Should he hav let her die intsead? Its d guy dat I pity. Poor lover

  53. oa

    July 12, 2011 at 9:43 am


  54. ify

    July 12, 2011 at 10:04 am

    very beautiful peice. the story brought a rear or two to my eyes

  55. Shally

    July 12, 2011 at 10:55 am

    I love this story, Ronkus I want a book, period!!! well done

  56. Arbby

    July 12, 2011 at 11:38 am

    Very nice !!!welldone Aderonke…I think Hadiza should tell Dipo the truth.The truth always sets u free.

  57. Ezi

    July 12, 2011 at 11:40 am

    Wow! fantastic prose, it had me glued to my computer. Great piece of work Aderonke!

  58. jcsgrl

    July 12, 2011 at 11:57 am

    Men this story is hitting too close to home…I’m in pain now due to fibroids..Been married for 3 yrs but cant concieve. In my case, I didnt wait till I was financially stable like some ppl are claiming to do…smh. Today is my anniversary and my hubby is not around due business and I’m at work. Lets just pray I dont end up in the ER with these throbbing pain and they tell me I cant concieve again cos I sure dont have any other kids hidden somewhere oh!

    • Justmy2pence

      July 12, 2011 at 5:28 pm

      That is not ur portion in Jesus Name. You will indeed get pregnant, bear & nurture children in Jesus Name. Our brains are voice activated, so are our bodies so constantly profess the solution & not the problem. You will indeed return with a testimony in Jesus Name. Remember, no one was barren in the whole Bible (except Michel who God struck).

  59. Fifi

    July 12, 2011 at 12:01 pm

    Brilliant article Ronkus, quite intriguing!! keep it up

  60. Timma

    July 12, 2011 at 12:03 pm

    Intresting story!!!!!! Diza, please tell your hubby the truth before he finds out himself

  61. AA

    July 12, 2011 at 12:41 pm

    You painted a picture with a pen…very gripping plot. Alas! her sadness isn’t totally bcos she has no tubes based on Dipo’s decision to have them taken out, yet Dipo is suffering from her self-inflicted pain arising from a secret she harbours. She must consider her options and the likely consequence, pick one and live with the possible outcome. No easy path ahead either way

  62. uzor

    July 12, 2011 at 12:48 pm

    Good prose all the way, though u didn’t write if Diza told her boo d truth. this comes to wat i tell anyone around me, always be honest in whatever u do, say d truth @ all times. When it comes to relationship tell ur partner about ur past whether clean or dirty, if he/she won’t accept u cus of ur past let them go. shikena!

  63. afolabi olabisi

    July 12, 2011 at 12:57 pm

    We should always say the truth dat all time bec it save us a lot of trouble.nice story..

  64. IloveNIGERIA

    July 12, 2011 at 1:20 pm

    The Prose is a 10/10…. i simply LOVE IT.

  65. Lady V

    July 12, 2011 at 1:32 pm

    Ada my thoughts exactly, why hide that fact at all? i really do not see how that works cos it always back fires, in this case however telling the truth now could lead to some serious consequences, there could be loss of trust for Diza and the marriage may just well be doomed afterall. its a tough one. Beautiful piece though.

  66. Justino

    July 12, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    Fantastic Prose Aderonke……Kudos

  67. addy

    July 12, 2011 at 3:57 pm

    Very interesting…….keeping the secret is not advisable…..y not tell him. If the man wanna goes, he will with or without that cos of the love her husband has 4 her.

  68. Orexy

    July 12, 2011 at 4:01 pm

    Aderonke! Aderonke! what can I say? this is so far the best Bellanaija prose I have read, the turn of events are indeed quite unexpected, your choice of language is very simple yet it drives home the point. I think that this short story should be written in a more lengthy form. Great story, very apt considering that the seemingly perfect and beauty of many homes is shrouded in secrecy and mystery waits no end to be unravelled. Please keep up the good work!

  69. Xorra

    July 12, 2011 at 4:57 pm

    Aderonke! Wow! I’m so impressed.. You should totally write a book, or a collection of short stories. I couldn’t stop reading.. Can I get a sneak peak of what’s to come? *wink*

  70. janded babe

    July 12, 2011 at 6:44 pm

    omg im in love, when is the next part?

  71. Nomy

    July 12, 2011 at 7:00 pm

    Interesting Story. Always bellanaija prose is never disappointing i must say. But finally i think she should have told him earlier about the child! The way i view his love for her, it would have withstood that revelation! Now am not so sure they will make it!

  72. Eva

    July 12, 2011 at 9:48 pm

    i had tears rollin down my face. ironies-d rich also have their problems.

  73. -----

    July 12, 2011 at 10:39 pm

    This story is so real. Nollywood got nothing on you boo. The should hire you as a script writer, that way we won’t be able to second guess the entire plot by merely looking at a poster. GOOD JOB!

    • DIVAZU

      July 13, 2011 at 11:19 am

      hmmm…………..lifting my eye brow…

  74. 9jamom

    July 13, 2011 at 7:52 am

    Wow, this is a very beautiful piece. It’s difficult to say what should or shouldn’t be done because you can never really give advice until you’ve been in such shoes. All the same, a relationship is meant to share all the joys, burdens and baggages of each participant. In a surprising twist of fate, the man may come to understand and accept her reasons for having the child and love her as his own but then again this is Naija culture we are talking about. I’m sure there will be plenty of in-laws around to tell him how he needs to have his own kids…. Ah, I wonder if people will agree that the man is now entitled to have kids of his own by someoneelse… would be interesting to read the entire piece…

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  75. Oyakhire

    July 13, 2011 at 10:17 am

    Kept saying i’ll read it later but now i wonder why i didn’t read it sooner…GREAT JOB!

  76. teemoney

    July 13, 2011 at 11:58 am

    That was beautiful!

  77. Damilare Carew-Ashiru

    July 13, 2011 at 12:47 pm

    This is lovely, a very intersting read. Looking forward to reading the complete book…Cheers

  78. ohakim

    July 14, 2011 at 8:34 pm

    i love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  79. Yemisi Kunle

    July 18, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    This is good……. simply fantastic. Go girl

  80. Mary007

    July 23, 2011 at 3:41 am

    Well written. I was hooked, this is such a good true to life story

  81. paula

    July 24, 2011 at 6:09 am

    i loove it. but i dont understand one part. maybe i missed something.ok,let me quote
    “Life is a funny place. One minute it’s a life of promise, hope and love; and the next it’s dark and grey and bleak. At times, it’s like a roller coaster — one second, you’re filled with excitement at the prospect of getting on; and the next, dread and trepidation fills your heart as you embark on the ride with its tumultuous turns and rapid bends. At other times it’s just downright mean and vindictive, like surviving a plane crash and then being run over by a bus driver on your way home. If you were the praying sort, you prayed when the crisis hit and you wait for the avalanche of pain to pass, hoping that it leaves a minimal level of damage in its wake. Sometimes you look around you and it appears everyone else has it all rosy, but until they tell you their own story you don’t know they are on a life trip of their own, just masked as best as they can beneath pretty clothes and a beautiful smile.

    He sat there in the waiting room, head bowed low. His face was buried in his hands masking the fear that coursed through him. It had been an exhausting 12 hours and he was not sure what lay ahead of them.”

    so what was the guy worried about at this point, was he scared of something, had he done something. while i was reading i thought he was preparing to tell her something awful and he dint know how shed take it

    • Lover of Words

      July 28, 2011 at 12:07 pm

      Hi Paula, I do not speak for the writer but I think Dipo was just brooding, in a state of sober reflection so to speak. His thoughts, of how life seemed perfect for them one minute and the next minute it was all tumbiling down in a manner of speaking. He’d spent the preceding hours worrying over his wife in surgery and he had also taken the decision ‘suo motu’ to have one of her tubes taken out or so.

      What he fent wasn’t fear… it was grief. He was brooding, not scared.

      I hope this has helped.

  82. boo boo

    August 13, 2011 at 2:44 am

    Well written. But is it just me or isn’t it also obvious that Dipo has secrets of his own. Look at the paragraph where he was waiting for her. @ yellow chilli “He sat there in the waiting room, head bowed low. His face was buried in his hands masking the fear that coursed through him. It had been an exhausting 12 hours and he was not sure what lay ahead of them.”. Dipo has secrets too that would also be very shocking. Loves it

  83. abla

    September 4, 2011 at 8:44 am

    Lovely piece, I enjoyed every bit of it! Thumbs up aderonke! Kisses….

  84. Chinwe

    September 9, 2011 at 10:31 am

    Great read Ronke….a perfect example of how people manage to complicate their lives.

  85. NDH

    November 3, 2011 at 5:02 pm

    @ writer
    Whu are yu? Yur writing is soooooooooo guuuuuud ! Darn!

  86. Cutie Toxie

    February 19, 2012 at 2:33 pm

    “whu are yu” 🙁 People can’t spell any more!!!

  87. 'Mo

    October 19, 2012 at 3:58 pm

    Errrm, actually i think d writer’s name is ATOKE not ADERONKE!. *Just saying* Pls feel free to correct me if i’m wrong. @ boo boo : could it be dat Dipo was abt to tell her dat he impregnated someone else or he also has a child out of wedlock too ?

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