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Prologue

Prologue:“If we claim to love our elder brother so much, how could we leave him in such a state for so long? Just a few months ago, he turned forty-five. Forty-five years without…” Mr. James clenched his fists, gesturing as he spoke.““Enough of your nonsense. You hypocrite!” Johnson’s voice thundered through the sitting room, silencing James instantly. “You’re the one benefiting the most from Osagie, yet you dare accuse others of not caring about his condition? Why don’t you tell him the truth yourself? Why?”A heavy silence filled the room as everyone was stunned by Johnson's outburst. He had spoken in a manner that showed complete disregard for James and any sense of respect. All eyes turned to Johnson, his words hitting harder than anything said before. There were fourteen men and nine women sitting in James’ sitting room. The sitting room was well furnished with Osagie’s framed picture hung on the wall. It was a secret meeting, gathered solely to address Osagie’ family’s inabili

The first night, how does it look like?

Ami’s Pov “Aunt Monica, what does the first night after marriage look like?” “Why beat around the bush, Ami? Just go straight to the point! Or did you call me here to do your hair or to give you tips about your first night after the wedding?” She tickled me on my ribs, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. My chuckles, however, caught my mom’s attention. I had deliberately taken Monica outside, away from the bustling three-room apartment we called home. The brick walls, still unplastered, were packed with relatives who had swarmed in for my upcoming wedding, now only two days away. Monica and I were sitting under the shade of the old mango tree on the left side of our spacious compound. Nearby, unerected canopies lay scattered on the right side. Everything around me seemed tied to the wedding; the giant cooking pots, the stack of fireworks, heaps of uncooked food filling one of the rooms, and the endless stream of visiting family members. All of it reminded me of what lay

You can’t stop Ami from getting married…

Ami’s povWith a cheerful smile, I left Monica under the mango tree and walked toward the door. She wanted me to see my uncle first before agreeing to tell me why I had to feel shy. It was all so new, and I was eager to find out. My hair was a bit messy, and I kept imagining how I must look in the mirror. My heart felt light and excited. Is this how a bride usually feels? I guessed so, and perhaps that’s why brides always seem happy during their wedding ceremonies.But in my case, it wasn’t just the thought of spending the first night with my husband that made my heart race. For the first time, I would be on my own, running my own household. No more hearing my mother say, "Ami, go to the farm and fetch firewood now," or, "Ami, get up, you sleep too much," or even, "Ami, how many times did I call you? Is this how you want to live your life? Beauty doesn’t put food on the table. Don’t deceive yourself."Thankfully, my husband came from a family that was at least above average. He even p

It's time for the meeting

Ami’s povThe next day felt like the longest day of my life. My home, usually so full of activity, had gone quiet. It was as if someone had died. The heavy atmosphere made me anxious. What if my family agreed with what Solomon had said? Their faces and body language looked helpless. But I love Efosa, and nothing anyone says can change that. Just thinking about him is comforting, he always knows how to make me laugh.The joy I felt when my aunt was braiding my hair was gone. My hair was still half-done, but I didn’t even care anymore. Those in charge of cooking didn’t know whether to keep going or stop altogether. I was certain the news had already reached Efosa’s family, just like it had spread to my best friend. I didn’t know how to feel—happy, sad, or something else. My heart was in turmoil.Early that morning, while I lay in my room, I overheard Solomon saying,"If Efosa’s family refuses to come to us, I’ll take your daughter with me.”The moment he said "your daughter," I knew he

I was helpless

Ami’s povWhat could I possibly say about how the meeting between my family and Efosa’s family ended? Should I call it inconclusive or something else? When Solomon refused to let me take the oath, it almost escalated into a fistfight. If not for the intervention of family members, Solomon and Efosa’s father would have come to blows. Both of them took the matter to an entirely different level. Perhaps rumors had reached Efosa’s father, suggesting that Solomon was the one stirring up trouble, especially since he opposed me taking the oath.As for me, I was ready to take it, an oath that would give us strong assurance that Efosa and I were meant to be and that we would marry after one year. If I could wait all these years, from puberty until now, what’s one more year? Abstaining from sex for that long wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe they feared I would give myself to someone else, but they clearly didn’t understand the depth of my love for Efosa.As the gathering grew more chaotic and disor

He saw the cause of my problem

Mrs Imose’s povI couldn’t imagine attending this prayer session alone while my husband stayed at home. The most heartbreaking part was when he called Solomon to ask when he was arriving, and Solomon said around 3 p.m., seven hours away. My husband didn’t even want to come and meet this man of God. Doesn’t that show he’s growing tired of this marriage?I tried to keep a smile on my face while I was with him, but the moment I got into my car, the tears came pouring out.On my way to the new church, I decided to call my closest friend, Esewe. We had been friends since college, and I was the first to get married. She had three children and had stopped having any more, but she had always been supportive and knew most of my secrets. Her words had a way of comforting me, even on my worst days. Halfway to the church, I dialed her number, even though I worried the call might make me late.“Good morning, Mrs. Esewe. How are you?” I asked.“I’m doing fine,” she replied.“You didn’t even call to

You must keep this as a secret

Ami’s povSolomon and I left my house very early in the morning, while the sky was still dark. Everyone in my household was awake to wish me a safe journey. My mother, with tears streaming down her face, hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear,“My daughter, it will be well with you. I have never wronged anyone's child, so nothing bad will happen to you.”I couldn’t hold back my tears as she handed me her better phone in exchange for my own.“I will always want to communicate with you,” she said softly.I embraced my siblings, aunts, and other relatives who had come to see me off. Then Monica, my closest friend, walked up to me and hugged me almost as tightly as my mother had. She spoke in a low voice:“Ami, I hope you won’t forget me?”I shook my head and hugged her again. Two bags sat beside me, one packed with my clothes and the other filled with raw foodstuffs, carefully arranged by my mother following my uncle’s instructions. My youngest brother told me that Solomon had given m

I was once troubled

Mrs Imose's povI prayed it wasn’t what I was thinking. If it was, there would be no peace in this house. Did he honestly believe that this village girl could give him what he wanted? Was this why he refused to join me at the prayer meeting this morning? It was unlike him, indifferent, even as he paid no much attention to my facial expressions. My husband had never disregarded the things of the Lord before. This would be the last time Solomon set foot in this house. I should have stopped him long ago.My husband had never brought another woman into our home. Never! Even when he forgot one of his phones while offshore, not a single call from a lady had come through. But this man, Solomon, wasn't even a family member to my husband, yet he was far too close. His presence in our lives was beginning to feel like an intrusion. I didn’t even realise when I clenched my fists. Anger churned within me. All these thoughts raced through my mind in mere seconds as my husband and I stood, waiting f

What was it about her?

Mr. Osagie's POVFrom the moment I set my eyes on Ami, my heart raced in a way I had never experienced before. It felt as though I was obsessing over another man’s wife, a feeling I could neither understand nor control. No woman, not even those who constantly sought my attention at events, had ever stirred such emotions in me. What was it about her? Was it the way she walked in, or perhaps something deeper? I admired her with a pure heart, seeing her as the beautiful, natural young woman Solomon had chosen to marry.When my wife asked Ami to step outside, I instinctively turned to Solomon, expecting him to defend his new wife. But he remained silent. I could see the frustration in Ami’s eyes, the helplessness written all over her face. My wife, on the other hand, must have assumed that Solomon had brought Ami to our home for my benefit. Her reaction was obvious and, frankly, understandable for any woman in her position.This wasn’t the same woman I had married years ago. Back then, sh

I am ready to do it now

Ami's POVI knew exactly what my uncle wanted to say, but I wasn’t ready to do as he asked. His eyes and body language had already said it all when he first saw me, and I had deliberately been ignoring his calls. While I stood in the kitchen, facing the gas cooker, I heard footsteps approaching. Just as I was about to turn, Solomon appeared in front of me.“Why are you doing this to yourself?” he asked.“Uncle, I’m not doing anything to myself. But I can’t wear those revealing clothes you bought for me. I feel naked in them,” I said firmly. “I can’t even wear them in my room anymore, let alone wear them around the house.”“It’s not all the time, just when Mr. Osagie is here.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Let me tell you something. He’s the one sponsoring your travel. He’s impressed by you, he said you’re hardworking and have potential. But he also mentioned something that could change his mind. Look at how you dress!”He grabbed the loose fabric of my gown, pulling it slig

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