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My Steps

One could tell how scared we both were, as he held me closer, “relax Mobola, you’ll be fine”, Ade said, in tears and fear, I was, yet, I couldn’t tell if I was scared for real or regretful of my act. There’s this joy in me, I myself couldn’t explain. .
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Everyone left, after our philosophy class this fateful day, I was bent on standing, I was directly under the fan , yet I could squeeze out sweat from my cloth, beads of sweat rolls down my body each seconds. series of questions rings my brain in search of answers, how do I get out of here, what do I do? I couldn’t even speak to myself nor anyone, shame wore me off this day. Ade noticed and walked up to me, he’s too playful to be understood. “Baby Mo, what’s up”, I gave him this awful look, like 🙄, till I realised he was real with me. “You know what, just tell me what’s wrong with you”. .
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Ade is husband to every girl on campus, he’s a real player, I wonder what those girls see in him, I’m just blind at it let me say, not just him, most guys. As it is, Ade is the only hope I have now, so I whispered how stained I am, for the first time, I could tell the cuteness in him, he felt so emotional for me, he came up with several suggestions that i got tired of till he decided to give me his shirt, which I tied around my waist. Ade walked me to the hostel, though I stay off campus, he took out time to be with me till I’m comfortable. And that was it. .
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My Steps 2
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Ade passed the night at my lodge, I myself couldn’t explain why, he’s so loving and funny, all looked like we’ve been friends in ages, just like a movie, he made me dinner, and make me comfortable in my own home. We talked about ourselves and things got deeper than expected, I couldn’t explain this myself, I woke up in his arms, I felt the warmth and how heavenly it was. .
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He pressed his lips on mine, “morning Baby Mo, I’ll see you in school”. I was shocked though, secretly I was happy and fulfilled, i just can’t explain. But I became so shy I couldn’t look into his eyes though nothing happened but I felt a whole lot in me. It was on a Saturday, till Monday we meet in school. .
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I couldn’t face Ade for several reasons, questions I couldn’t answer myself, I’m not to be seen with him. No! Not him! I yelled, and I wonder what he wants. Ade sent me letters for he noticed my attitude towards him, wish I could read them, but it all summarised to him wanting me more than imagined, in his poems, he made me realise how special I am and why I should give him a chance. I kept them all and replied none. My feelings grew for him but I couldn’t show it, Ade is a player, I can’t fall.

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“Get up woman, don’t be lazy”, shouted Ali, my husband. Ali complains of everything, I wonder and we fight a lot, our marriage is barely 5 years, and I could tell the number of times family and friends have settled several fight. I feel worn out every time. I’m a full-time house wife, I followed all of his instructions, I’m not even entitled to my life anymore, i wonder what more he wants in me as a wife, yet my parents asked me to endure. Several scars on my body, bruises and all, no access to a happy life, in tear I am everyday. .
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I felt this soft touch on my shoulder, at the mall not far from my house, I came to shop for the house, guess who it was, I bet you know. I forgot the housewife in me to throw myself at him. It’s been ages, how’re you, and work, how’s everyone? … I noticed how puzzled he was as I ask him series of questions which he answered none. I noticed he was married too. “Mobola, what happened to you? What is wrong with my Mobola” before I knew what was happening, tears roll down my eyes. He didn’t even say much, he dragged me to his car and drove me off. .
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At his house, he simply told me I shouldn’t worry about his wife who was always on business trip everyday of her life, told him everything about my marriage, he told me about his , there I knew men also have issues in their home, he was not happy with his marriage as well. I knew I was done for that day for I’m not even home at the expected time and I could imagine the beating Ali will give, Ade, held me and said, “Baby Mo, you won’t marry him again, I’ll marry you now” there was this alarm I felt in my brain like… I can’t even explain. “How can you have bruises and scars all over you, why will you allow yourself to be treated this way?” I gave no answers.
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I was not listening to any of his words again but asked to be dropped off, Ade dropped me at my gate, that was the beginning of the end. Ali was right at the window watching, Ade asked for a kiss which I declined…I got in carrying the things I bought, that was all I knew. I woke up at St Nicholas hospital, on the Island…
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4:
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Soaked in tears as Ade calmed me, “Just relax Baby Mo”, he kept saying. If crying could turn to river, we would have been washed out of his house.

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“Ade! I lived all my life for Ali the very moment he asked me out, he was the perfect gentle man ever on earth” I narrated my life story to Ade, and how I met Ali with two women wearing nothing on our matrimonial bed the very evening I was discharged from the hospital, i almost ran mad.
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The sensual feeling from Ade blew me away. I couldn’t tell, so it’s true, once you feel a taste of happiness you forget the years of sorrow, I didn’t think otherwise, though we were scared. Little I could tell but woke up to a beautiful morning, having my breakfast in bed, Ade pampered me like a baby.

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“Where is your wife Ade?” He gave me the documents he received from her lawyer wanting a divorce. “I have done my best” he said, “I did all to make her a happy woman, may be I’m being paid back for my acts”
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Ofcos Ali came begging, Ade has done worse, I still wonder how he’s calm now. “I will be a better man, I’ll be your one and only”, promises upon promises, 🤨😏, I told him “BLESS YOU”. .
Ade is indeed a good man, we live happily with our children now.
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