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BN Prose: Burden of Belief By Atoke



Abide with me

Fast falls the even tide

The darkness deepens,

Lord, with me abide

When other helpers fail ;

and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless,

oh, abide with me

JULY 2011

“Do you believe in jazz?

“What do you mean by believe in Jazz? What kind of Jazz? The Earl Klugh variant or is it Chris Botti?”

“No jor! jazz  as in juju  or black magic as some people call it. Do you believe it exists?”

There was a pause, a deep reflection before Funmi responded to Bukky’s enquiry.

“I believe there is light and as such there must be darkness. I believe there is a God and so I believe the devil exists. I believe there is good and there is bad. So do I believe there is juju? Yes. I believe there is a metaphysical realm and I believe there are human beings who attempt to access this realm through different means. Do I believe there are wicked people in this world? Yes! Do I believe that these wicked people channel their diabolical intents to the metaphysical realm to wreck havoc??? Hell yeah!  However, I don’t put too much stock in the existence of juju, neither am I going to live my life in a constant fear that the person who drops a thread beside me as I’m walking down the road is intent on causing me harm.”

“Hmmm, there is jazz oh my sister; and sometimes trouble go sleep yanga go wake am

This conversation was taking place at a waterfront garden in Lekki. It was cool evening in July. The smell of the afternoon rain clung to the grass and lingered around the garden. There were canopies and chairs all around and people sat in sober silence. The sun had set and the sky was a darkened shade of grey. The garden was illuminated by flood lights and there was a large canvass poster as the focal point of the lights.

It was a life size picture of a young man in his early forties. Actually that picture was taken on his 40th birthday. He wore a grey suit in the picture and had a black tie with silver stripes on it. He looked really distinguished.  The gathering was to celebrate the man in the photo. Adeniyi Kolapo Sawyerr. Everyone called him K.P. His wife called him “Deniyi”. If a closer attention was paid to that portrait, a glint of mischief would be caught in his eyes. Nike had cracked a joke about the graying of his hair, he had gasped in mock horror and the photographer took the shot.

Bukky and Funmi sat away from the teeming crowds who kept pouring in. Their heads buried deep in conversation; it was a question that had been plaguing Bukky and she couldn’t help thinking about it given the circumstances sorrounding where they were. They had to come here after work to celebrate KP Sawyerr.

Bukky pulled her jacket closer because of the evening chill. “KP Sawyerr ooo… Greatness personified. I would miss working with him, I’m not sure I’d find a boss kinder than him.” She looked in the direction of the portrait

“I remember the day that picture was taken so vividly.  Mrs Sawyerr and I worked ourselves to the bone just to ensure that KP got the best surprise party ever”


I need Thy presence

every passing hour;

What but Thy grace

can foil the tempter’s pow’r?

Who, like Thyself, my guide

and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine,

Lord, abide with me

“It was around noon and about two weeks from his birthday. Mrs Sawyerr had come in to the office to beg KP for his driver to go and pick their boys because she needed an afternooon off. Plus she didn’t want him to suspect she had this do planned out. He called me into his office while she was there”

“Niyi nowwww!!! Why do you like behaving like this? I told you my sisters and I want to go have lunch and I need you to send Kabir to go get the boys this afternoon. I told you before oh! 2nd Thursday in November, I even reminded you last week.”

“She was obviously exasperated because KP didn’t even look away from his computer. He was just nodding. I remember smiling because they looked so cute together. I was his PA but even I knew Mrs Sawyerr was crazy about her husband”

“Are you even listening to me? O shey ma’n shey bayii na?”

“She sounded desperate. She needed the afternoon to meet with the event planner and if he didn’t give her the afternoon off her plans were about to be blown out of the skies. She moved to his side of the huge mahogany table and sat on his laps. She pressed her face into his neck and it was almost as if she was oblivious of my presence or she just didn’t care that I was standing there. Next thing I knew…. KP said I should ask Kabiru to come upstairs. She jumped off, grabbed her bag and ran out.”

“Thank you honey. You’re the best husband everrrrrr”.

“I started praying for a marriage that was as sweet and beautiful as theirs until I noticed a change in KP’s schedule.”

Bukky’s sigh was indicative of something more

“The beginning of adultery is usually like a game, especially if you have never done it before. It’s like a game, with every time you can get away with something, you push the boundaries a little further, and then even further still, till you’re completely immune to your conscience. It’s a little game of how much can you get away with and not get caught, and your prize is the satisfaction of knowing no one else knows but you. It’s your little secret.”

“But Bukky, the change of a schedule doesn’t mean a person is committing adultery, it just means human beings aren’t creatures of habit as we like to believe. Can a person not change his schedule without being accused of being unfaithful to his wife? Abeg me I like to be practical and logical in my thinking oh! Unless you have better facts to substantiate your assertion I don’t believe you should just go off on a tangent of this your adultery thesis oh!


I fear no foe,

With Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight,

 and tears no bitterness;

Where is death’s sting?

Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still,

 if Thou abide with me.

“KP always seemed so larger than life, so when he fell ill it was just weird. I felt it was jazz sha!!!”

“Come ON!!!! The fact that a person appears larger than life does not automatically offer him immunity against illness now. Even the great Fela who was self-styled ‘the holder of death in his pocket’ died after a long protracted illness. Abeg abeg not every illness is the by product of juju”

“Ok look at this scenario….It’s May, the month when he usually tells me to plan the holiday for his family. Mrs S and the boys know this is their regular summer schedule so everyone is pretty excited about it. I get some vicarious pleasure from planning it too. Then that Sandra babe starts calling KP on the office phone, leaving weird messages. This means he’s obviously trying to shake her loose because he’s not taking her calls on his cell phone”

“Detoxing in preparation for family time right?”

“Exactly!!!! This lady refused to get the point. The messages got weirder and creepier by the day”

“Tell him that I’m destined to be with him. Tell him that we belong together and I will kill myself if he doesn’t return my calls”

“Are you sure you’re delivering my messages to him? Because I am not a fool oh!!! Tell him that nobody uses me and dumps me. Someone gave birth to me oh, I deserve to be happy too, and I deserve to have a home too oh. I deserve all the happiness he promised me. If I can’t have him I don’t know why anyone else should have him”

 She was just a burnt bi&ch but it was no concern of mine. I dutifully delivered all her messages to him. Then they came back from holiday and the sickness started. Exactly a year ago I remember. First it was body pains, then they said it was rheumatoid arthritis and then the craziest thing… necrotizing fasciitis.”

 “Ehn…. Flesh eating bacteria???”

Funmi gasped and covered her mouth to stifle the sound. Her eyes widened in horror and she rubbed her arms involuntarily; goose bumps spread all over her arms.

“Why did it get so bad? Why didn’t they do anything about it? Was he in the hospital?”

“hmm of course he was in the hospital, not one, several hospitals. His case was a medical mystery. It was one thing or the other and he was slowly decaying before our eyes. Their home was like a shrine, people coming to pray their every hour of the day. Some people even suggested going the ‘traditional route’ to get to the source of his illness since modern medicine didn’t seem to cut it. Mrs S refused blatantly.”

“Is she one of those like serious born-again church people?”

“ah yes oh! Worker in their church and all that. She wouldn’t have any talk of ‘babalawo’ or ‘prophet’ as the adherrent of traditional medicine like to call their seers these days. Then one of his aunties couldn’t stand it anymore and brought one man. I was there that day. This was like after like 9 months of excruciating pain and suffering”

She paused as she walked back in time, tears rolled down her cheeks. Funmi handed her a handkerchief and for a few minutes they sat in silence listening to the songs being sang around them at the wake.

“This man said KP had been somewhere and ‘something’ had been done to him and for him.”

“And by ‘something’ he meant jazz?”


“So did this man profer a solution? Well he obviously didn’t since we are here now!!”

“Sadly he didn’t. He said KP’s case was far gone, and the antidote was with the other person he went with”

“Ha!!! So they never found out who the person is? Na wa ooo!!”

“sadly they didn’t”


Hold Thou Thy cross

before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom

and point me to the skies;

Heav’n’s morning breaks,

 and earth’s vain shadows flee;

In life, in death,

O Lord, abide with me.

He checked his watch, 8.30pm. It was time to head home. He watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed was rhythmic. Even in her sleep she looked like a vixen. There was a fire in her personality that even sleep couldn’t put out. She was young and virile and always ready to explore something different. Insatiable was the only way to describe her; after three rounds she made short work of putting him in her mouth again. She called, and he answered. Her eyes had the gleam of mischief and adventure and a desire that couldn’t seem to be banked. It was her eyes that caught his attention that day in the spa when he met her. ‘Denike had planned a day of pampering him because he had been working very hard the past few weeks so they had gone to the spa for a full body massage and an afternoon in the steaming sauna. He thought he imagined the masseuse had winked at him but he wasn’t quite sure and he didn’t want to be presumptuous. Then she complimented his well toned muscles, asking if he played tennis. This pretty young thing was hitting on him and he liked it. It was ironic that he felt stirred by this woman when his wife was right there beside him, but there was something about her. She slipped her number on a piece of paper under his robe…in a simple scrawl. ‘Sandra. Call me’. Four months later, he still could not get enough of her.

She stirred as he made to grab his pants; she wrapped her arms around him

“I have to go. It’s almost 9.”

“Do you really? Can’t you say something came up?” she rubbed her legs down his thigh and he jumped up, knowing that he would have to stay longer if she started doing her thing.

“I’m sorry Sandra, but you know how this works. I have to go home”

She was getting really clingy recently, wanting to be more involved in his life asking about his work, calling to ask if he’d had lunch. He shuddered as he pulled on his shirt. She even asked him to come with her to her prophet so they would pray for him to prosper in his work. He thought that was creepy and of course declined.

“So have you thought about coming to see my pastor? I told you he’s a man of God. He just wants to pray with you and bless you”

He leaned over and ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing it lightly he had a leery smile and said “I’m already blessed already, don’t you think so”

He had gotten with Sandra for a good time but then it appeared she was getting ideas, and as he walked out of the hotel that morning, he decided it had started as an innocuous affair but it was turning out to be weird.

She realized a couple of months ago that she had started liking him and it was more than just sex. He was kind and hard working, a man of an almost extinct breed. He was a diamond in the rough that she found, only he belonged to another and she was willing to share.  Every time he had to leave, a piece of her heart broke; she wanted to be with him all the time but she knew the deal. It was just sex. Why did her heart tell her otherwise? She told her spiritual leader about him when they started meeting up. She wanted him to pray for her man, to give her something for him to prosper. She wanted to prove to KP that she cared about more than his phallus; and even though he refused to come for prayers, she moaned to Prophet Kenneth

“Give me something that will show him that I want the best for him. I know we belong together”

He handed her a tube of lotion

“Use this the next time you’re going to see him. He will not be able to resist you. He will always be drawn to you and even you will see how things will turn around”

There was another tube on the table from where he picked the one he handed to her and she gazed at it for the longest time. An extra tube of the lotion won’t hurt, for a longer lasting effect. She wanted KP for a very long time so when Prophet Kenneth turned his back she slipped the other tube in her handbag.

Armed with her potions, she worried about how to get him to see her. She sent him a text message

“I know you are done with me, but let’s just have drinks. Soul Lounge; 7.00pm. For the good times”

KP read the message and ignored it, but he could not shake off this feeling. One last lay, besides he needed to be a man and tell her to her face he was no longer interested.  He called Denike to tell her he’d be home late and headed for Soul Lounge.

It was the last time he was seen in good health.

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. Pizzazz

    November 2, 2011 at 2:54 pm

    So LONG!!!

    • mo

      November 2, 2011 at 3:27 pm

      Seriously???!! That is the only constructive statement you can make?

    • Marock

      November 2, 2011 at 7:07 pm

      I second this one!!! Seriously???!

    • mary007

      November 2, 2011 at 10:37 pm

      You did not read as you would have found it so interesting to write this comment, I guess you wanted to be first to comment but was too scared to say first and decided to write just anything

  2. nene

    November 2, 2011 at 2:59 pm

    cheating man meets psycho

    • NIRA

      November 3, 2011 at 9:46 am

      Exactly, cheating man meets desperado!!!

    • Mariaah

      November 16, 2011 at 3:49 am

      Cheating man meets psychotic bitch.. And he paid!!

  3. Sola

    November 2, 2011 at 3:12 pm

    awwww…. **sob sob**

  4. Alesha

    November 2, 2011 at 3:13 pm

    talk of trouble dey sleep yangga go wake am. *smh! pathetic.

  5. MISSY

    November 2, 2011 at 3:14 pm


  6. Pizzazz

    November 2, 2011 at 3:21 pm

    Married men and even bachelors should read this! Its a huge warning.

    • Basquiat

      April 12, 2012 at 4:05 pm

      It really, really is.


    November 2, 2011 at 3:26 pm

    life can be full of questions…. if only he listened to his heart!

  8. Chloeze

    November 2, 2011 at 3:27 pm

    Lesson to all cheating partners.

  9. mo

    November 2, 2011 at 3:35 pm

    Great story . I feel really sad for his wife and kids. Will men ever learn to be content??

  10. Godlovesme4me

    November 2, 2011 at 3:36 pm

    I enjoyed reading it all way…adultery is a sin…if only he resisted and flee. Nice write-up Aderonke.

  11. Lue

    November 2, 2011 at 3:44 pm

    LONG-ISH………………… all cheating men should read this. plus the ones with the intention of cheating

  12. Olayemi

    November 2, 2011 at 3:46 pm

    OMG! This is awful! Lord of mercy! *sigh

  13. Haddy

    November 2, 2011 at 4:27 pm

    yeah…pretty long. I have a feeling the end will be nice tho. wil be back. my boss will nab me. haha x

    • Haddy

      November 3, 2011 at 7:42 am

      I’ve read the entire length… beautiful story…sad but well written and very real. Well done writer!

  14. Sett

    November 2, 2011 at 4:40 pm

    Too long…from the comments i can tell a cheating dude met an ogbanje chic that taught him a lesson? like we see in most nollywood movies?

    • looters

      November 2, 2011 at 6:28 pm

      lol! i swear. crazy long. just scrolled down to the comments. normal gist. bleh

  15. Written

    November 2, 2011 at 4:52 pm

    Loved it. You really had me reeled in. I forgot I was at work for a moment, lost in the imagery and the ease of it. Well-done.

  16. Southernbelle

    November 2, 2011 at 5:20 pm

    very interesting but sad…

  17. Tiki

    November 2, 2011 at 6:16 pm

    This is worthy of goosebumps. I am not a firm believer in random juju…however, I am a firm believer in karma. After all, if he had kept his pants zipped, where would the chick have seen him to jazz him?

  18. Titilayo

    November 2, 2011 at 6:16 pm

    HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! May the Lord help us all oooo

  19. Eve

    November 2, 2011 at 6:31 pm

    well written!! for those of you who think it’s long it’s worth reading.

  20. Diekolaoluwa

    November 2, 2011 at 6:33 pm

    Awwww*so sad*

  21. tgurl

    November 2, 2011 at 6:41 pm

    has anyone ever stopped to think that the Sandra girl did not relly intend to hurt the man. Remember she stole an ‘extra’ tube of love potion from her prophet. Am sure what she stole was poison. i guess this story is not only about adultery, it’s also about greed and ‘thiefry’

    • Charlestz

      November 3, 2011 at 1:22 am

      yeah…u re on point.

  22. looters

    November 2, 2011 at 6:41 pm

    this actually gave me chills :/

  23. Dee

    November 2, 2011 at 7:06 pm

    Lovely write up. You are a good writer!

  24. kiki

    November 2, 2011 at 7:17 pm

    really sad…wish all married men can read this.

  25. ify

    November 2, 2011 at 7:42 pm

    very good for the cheating bastrd greed lands you in hell am sure he had some pretty wife but longer throat no gree the wife go hear am now hope he left a lot of money may he rot wherevr he is all cheatin men read this and change

  26. aw

    November 2, 2011 at 7:51 pm

    KARMA! What is even more intriguing is that Sandra didn’t mean to inflict illness on him. It was the extra tube she took that caused it. That tube wasn’t prescribed for what she had intended. Two lessons here. Thou shall not commit adultery and thou shall not consult babalawos n co.

    • Onyx

      November 3, 2011 at 3:08 pm

      My dear, I believe the contemporary definition is “Prophets”. SMH

  27. faith

    November 2, 2011 at 8:17 pm

    He was J̲̥̅̊u̶̲̥̅̊s̶̲̥̅̊t̲̥̅̊ unfortunate….so many men do it n get away with it….I loved d story….

  28. adder

    November 2, 2011 at 8:41 pm

    It’s actually worth reading. Cheats never win.

  29. Anike

    November 2, 2011 at 9:19 pm

    I was truly blessed by the poem – I only read the parts in italics and skipped the text inbetween (all but the introductary paragraph) and it most definately lifted me.
    May God bless and constinue to inspire the author.

    • ireke

      November 3, 2011 at 5:21 am

      no be poem na hymn

  30. amina

    November 2, 2011 at 9:31 pm

    My friend is a writer!!!!! Great job dear, I was really enthralled.

  31. babe

    November 2, 2011 at 9:43 pm

    well written!

  32. teewhy

    November 2, 2011 at 9:44 pm

    Wow! Hmmm a lesson to all men! Nice read!

  33. Truth be told

    November 2, 2011 at 9:48 pm

    i loved the story and the twist. it was sad anyway…

  34. teewhy

    November 2, 2011 at 9:52 pm

    Wow a lesson to all men nice read!

  35. onyinye

    November 2, 2011 at 9:57 pm

    why don’t we say something else? from these comments all i see are curses for every cheating man……this is where you come in as a wife…..Pray! cos this guy was on his own and this girl came after him, it takes an exceptionally disciplined man not to fall for that, even when he tried to leave the affair, she resorted to black magic….it goes to tell us that it is not by your power or your might,we are not fighting flesh and blood, the greatest weapon any married woman will ever have is prayer and the word of God, if you found him attractive, another woman will, and if she has no scruples, she will come after your man. Don`t waste your time cursing, get on your knees and commit that man into the Lord’s hands, its not just the other women, but envious co-workers, disgruntled relatives or even that stupid boy you dated before who still wants you fro himself….PRAY

    • Charlestz

      November 3, 2011 at 1:28 am

      best comment so far…

    • Obi

      November 3, 2011 at 3:31 am

      Yes, pray. But the man/woman should also pray “deliver us from temptation” cos salvation is to each his own. Everyone needs to take responsibility for his or her actions. The only thing that made Deniyi succumb to temptation and call the lady is DENIYI, not the lady. Temptations lurk in every corner. So, as much as the partner has a role to play by praying and giving good sex, making the home a welcoming and soothing place, and all the other nice things that help a relationship, the other partner also needs to play his or her own part. If I know that putting my hand in hot water will cause a burn, do I still do it because I know the burn can be hidden with some makeup as it heals?

    • Twix

      November 4, 2011 at 9:00 pm


  36. mary007

    November 2, 2011 at 10:09 pm

    Thanks BN for this, great and interesting read.

  37. Jade

    November 2, 2011 at 10:26 pm

    ok, i wuz hoping for a twist, nice write up tho.

  38. mary007

    November 2, 2011 at 10:44 pm

    For those saying its too long please read as you would be asking for more, good piece

  39. anon_of course.....

    November 2, 2011 at 11:07 pm

    “The beginning of adultery is usually like a game, especially if you have never done it before. It’s like a game, with every time you can get away with something, you push the boundaries a little further, and then even further still, till you’re completely immune to your conscience. It’s a little game of how much can you get away with and not get caught, and your prize is the satisfaction of knowing no one else knows but you. It’s your little secret.”

    I can totally relate. Yep! Pseudo adulterer here. And i think I have lost my conscience. On a search to find it tho. Relax people. Life sucks. So do you and I

    • partyrider

      November 3, 2011 at 12:22 am


    • tatafo

      November 3, 2011 at 5:33 pm

      At the end of the day, you can choose to keep on walking. It can be hard because for some weird reason it feels so much easier to give in to evil than do the right thing especially when temptation is staring you in the face.

  40. Uchechi

    November 3, 2011 at 1:11 am

    @ Onyinye thank you for your comment.

  41. Ronnie

    November 3, 2011 at 4:50 am

    Well written story! One of the major reasons why i’m marriage-phobic is cheating. Seems like very few men out there don’t cheat. Heard so many stories and seen first hand being privileged to work in the health field. Can’t count the number of men who have infected their wives with STDs including HIV because of adultery. One thing i’ve learnt very recently is that very few men can refuse sex when a lady who isn’t their wife is offering it freely till it becomes an addiction. Just like any addiction-( such as alcohol, smoking), adultery is very difficult to stop. May God help all the married guys out there coz i know it isn’t easy and also help the single ladies “eyeing” or sleeping with married guys..

  42. ufedo

    November 3, 2011 at 9:10 am

    This is not an adulterous man, its a man who fell for the weekness of his flesh. Its a very great piece iof writing, the flow was perfect. Well done to the writer.

    If only he was a little more disciplined… hindsight is the father of solutions.


    November 3, 2011 at 9:20 am

    if you date a married man/woman, ur pay day will surely come….law of karma – what goes around comes around. flee every appearances of evil. shikina!

  44. Oluwabee

    November 3, 2011 at 10:44 am

    the cheating nature of men scares me… some of them see it as normal to cheat so sad

  45. cinderella

    November 3, 2011 at 10:49 am

    Awesome write up! Thumbs up Aderonke! This really calls for serious thinking. Is the man to blame or the “other” woman Sandra? The heart of man (Africans) is desperately wicked… This is really an emotional topic for me. My heart goes out to people who have experienced things like this…

  46. PD

    November 3, 2011 at 10:54 am

    hmmmm…wat of chics that ve known only 1 man in der lives n their hubby cheats?wo….lets just pray….prayer is the key!!!!

  47. Cherry

    November 3, 2011 at 11:16 am

    Still poundering over “become immune to your conscience”. dunno why but that got me. a lot of people these days have reached that point. lovely piece.

  48. oluwadee

    November 3, 2011 at 11:35 am

    Aderonke, I love this piece. Keep it up dear!!!!!!!

  49. Moi

    November 3, 2011 at 12:43 pm

    great read….love it….sad but very true, these things happen!

  50. oluwatosin

    November 3, 2011 at 1:16 pm

    thats wat u get for cheating esp on a woman who ghives u her al.karma is a big time biatch.

  51. Missy

    November 3, 2011 at 2:07 pm

    fantastic read……..dont know about guys saying its too long i din’t want it to end!!…fantastic scary read…lol!!!..well written!

  52. just me

    November 3, 2011 at 2:23 pm

    He lost his life in the process…and then there are those other unfortunate men that their peperempe’s “tie and keep inside bottle”. The men are not able to have sexual arousal, can’t make love to their wives, etc. The men were told by these girls to pay thousands of dollars in order to be “freed”! Yeah, u guessed right, their wives got to know what the dealio was, and marriage was over. I don’t feel pity for such men at all.

  53. NDH

    November 3, 2011 at 4:20 pm

    Great piece… All thumbs up to the writer

    @Oyinye …very insightful comment… yu are blessd

  54. drsue

    November 3, 2011 at 4:29 pm

    Wat abt the ladies who sleep/flirt with men who clearly belongs to another? Some girls think a guy’s fair game if he’s not married, and the married guys are seen as providers. What goes around comes around!

    • Fiona

      November 3, 2011 at 5:12 pm

      Exactly what I was thinking. Homewreckers will surely be judged

  55. Nomy

    November 3, 2011 at 7:36 pm

    This matter pain me well well o! The guy deserved a second chance really o! Did not deserve to die! I feel terrible for him. Meanwhile Mo, Marock and Mary007 i think Pizzazz may have meant so long as in goodbye or good riddance. If not, then Pizzazz you gats read this prose again. @ Bellanaija una no dey ever fail for una prose. Ride on!

  56. Molly

    November 3, 2011 at 9:11 pm

    Good read!

  57. Pepe

    November 3, 2011 at 9:46 pm

    *sighs* dis life na kayefi o. Thanks Aderonke, welldone!

  58. iTawa

    November 3, 2011 at 11:03 pm

    O ga o…Prayer is key my ppl!

  59. abla

    November 4, 2011 at 12:26 am

    Really really nice! Loved every bit of it. I can’t wait for this writer to release a book! Absomazing!!! Kisses*

  60. james bolinger

    November 4, 2011 at 1:03 pm

    I read this story yesterday, taught about it all day yesterday, read it again today.I hope it’s not real, and it shows that Man is the architect of his misfortune.

  61. OGO

    November 4, 2011 at 5:17 pm


  62. yewie

    November 9, 2011 at 3:36 pm

    great read!! aderonke always delivers a good story! thumbs up

  63. OmogeNaija

    November 10, 2011 at 4:44 pm

    OMG, she didnt mean to hurt him, what both of them did was wrong though, let’s all be careful, so long as you are married, man or woman, someone is coming after you, you better ruuuuuuuuun for your dear life, run like a mad person, the sin of sex is one that is not easy to say no to, the farther you run, the better!

  64. Bim

    November 16, 2011 at 11:45 am

    I went through something really similar to this and yes when my husband’s health went so did his finances and our lives were almost destroyed (including the kids). The only thing that saved us was prayers, yes prayers work and i prayed so hard i still havent been able to stop praying. Hubbys health has returned and he has learnt a big lesson. Proverbs 5 is a must read for every man.

  65. Lea

    January 1, 2012 at 1:30 am

    Really interesting read! The writer did a great job at capturing the readers attention and holding it with a very interesting story! Love it and will be back! Good job!!!

  66. nicky

    September 19, 2012 at 9:47 am

    that serves him imagine dt his PA was admiring the way he used to play with his wife.humans are always per Maslow’s theory ,no has has ever reached self actualisation.this piece says it all.

  67. nicky

    September 19, 2012 at 9:49 am

    dt serves him think dt his PA was admiring thier love with his per Maslow’s thoery,no has has ever attained self actualisation.this piece says it all.

  68. Nonso

    September 19, 2012 at 12:00 pm


  69. Aramide

    September 20, 2012 at 3:55 pm

    if men could stop cheating, they will stop themselve from bringging harm to their family and loved ones. Nice write up.

  70. tybay

    October 23, 2012 at 5:18 pm

    Sadly, many women are now known to cheat their spouses. Adultery is all to common and breaks the marriage union. Maintaining a healthy spiritual routine (Making Jehovah God the third cord in the marriage) , paying proper attention to your spouse, and not encouraging flirting will go a long way in helping marriage mates fight against the dangers of adultery…

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