She was still walking, almost running as if it was something we needed to see urgently. She pointed towards a section by the maid’s quarters and she motioned for me to go and check it. I turned the corner and before I peeped, I heard those familiar moans. No, it can’t be.

“What?” The wife eye am up and down. “Shebi I said it’s okay? If it wasn’t for the money I make from my boutiques, your children would have been thrown out of school, but it’s okay. We were almost kicked out to the streets for not paying rent, but it’s okay. It’s okay o. I’ve said it’s okay”.

The woman in the picture was in her 40s, light-skinned and tall-almost the same height as my husband. She was not the woman whom I had seen him holding delicately that day months ago. That woman had been petite with a medium complexion and a voluptuous figure.

My mind drifted across the seas to the events of the past week. Five days ago, I discovered my period was six weeks late.I don’t love kids but seeing my husband ecstatic about his biggest desire through our fourteen months of marriage made me excited about my decision to have this baby.

I remembered how Ade always spoke to you facing away so his left eye would be out of view, how he always sat in the extreme corner of any room to hide his left eye, how it was uncomfortable to be around him simply because of how uncomfortable he was in his own skin. Perhaps, this was why his wife divorced him and disappeared with his two children.

I awoke the next morning feeling Bittersweet. On the one hand it had been really nice to get to meet my siblings. I had lived with dad for a short period when they were all abroad and it had been difficult hearing about how great they were and how I should aspire to be better on the other hand, I felt relief that I’d leave all the judgmental eyes that I felt were on me all weekend.