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    Susan knew what Tunji was about to do, yet the hole created by the impact of his fist on the dining table, coupled with the loud sound given off, made her back into the wall in fear, closing her eyes and tightening her fist over her ears trying to block out what she didn’t know.
    His blow to the table had broken the silence created by her accusation. An accusation which even she, knew was stupid.
    This was the first time Tunji had ever shown any sign of anger since their wedding day. He had always been gentle, patient and calm with her, even though she knew many of the smiles he gave off were strained.
    What was worse was that Susan knew she had riled him into this.
    “I am going to walk out of here now,” Tunji said with clenched teeth, “When I return, I am going to act like you didn’t just accuse me of having an affair. I am going to ignore how funny it is that you would accuse me of going after other women when you would not even let me touch you as your husband.”
    The bang of the door alerted Susan to Tunji’s exit out of the house, that was when she loosened her fist.
    Sliding down the wall, she sat on the floor and cried.
    She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately as she didn’t seem know what else to do.
    She loved Tunji, she knew she did, but for some unknown reason, she couldn’t stop hurting him. She couldn’t bring herself to submit totally to him.
    This was almost three years and there was still apart of herself she held back from him. The part she was supposed to have submitted to him, considering that they have been married for three months.
    She always had abstinence until marriage as an excuse to why she would not allow him show her any physical affection, while they were courting.
    Since their wedding night, she ran out of excuses.
    As the tears flowed down her eyes, she cursed Tunde over and over; he was the cause of all her pain. She could not even allow a good man love her, because of the wickedness shown her by a bad man.
    “May God punish you immensely,” she said out loud, the bitterness audible in her voice. “May you also feel this pain I feel, Tunde. May your marriage be disturbed the way your wickedness is disturbing my marriage. May you know no…”
    Her heavy words were interrupted by her ringing phone. Getting up from the floor, she hurried to pick the call before it stopped ringing. She hoped it was Tunji calling, even though she knew the possibility was slim.
    Tunji had once jokingly accused her of not loving him enough since she did not have a special ring tone for him. Her ring tone on his phone was ‘My Everything’ by Michael Bubble.
    She saw no need to give him a special ring tone, she had told him. If the need arises, she would give him one. She had acted like she didn’t see the hurt in his eyes which he had quickly smiled away.

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    EPISODE 2
    She seemed to be able to hurt him effortlessly.
    She searched for the phone in her bag which contained too many useless items she found hard to dispose, and the phone had stopped ringing by the time she found it.
    It was not Tunji. It was an unknown number.
    She dragged herself to a sofa and slowly sat down. She looked around uniquely decorated parlour, but she saw nothing but Tunji’s efforts to make her happy.
    The colours didn’t match, but she loved it. The walls were painted cream-coloured, and the furniture, which comprised of black leather sofas, a couch, and a glass centre table were all her idea.
    Tunji had asked her opinion before he furnished his house. Everything, from the maroon coloured rug and curtains down to the kitchen wares and appliances had all being done for her, from their first meeting, Tunji had told her he was going to marry her, but he was going to court her first so they could get used to each other.
    Three years after, she was yet to get used to him.
    The phone rang again, drawing her out of her reminiscence.
    Shaking her head, as if to ward away the sad thoughts, she picked up.
    “Hello,” the voice, which Susan recognised immediately, said
    “Rose?”
    “Susan! Thank God I finally remembered the number correctly,” Rose said excitedly.
    “Is this really Rose?” Susan asked, doubtful. “This is not the number I have, though the voice is hers.”
    “Susan it’s me. How did you recognise my voice after a long while?”
    “You don’t forget the voice of the only person who loved you despite your demons,” Susan thought.
    “I don’t know,” she said out loud. “I guess I just recognised it. Where did you disappear to? I repeatedly tried your number, until I got tired. I wanted you to be my Chief Bridesmaid, had to ask a girl I barely knew.”
    “It’s a long story. We need to… Wait. Did you just say Chief Bridesmaid? You are married?” Rose asked, and before Susan could reply, she gave a shout of joy causing Susan to put away the phone from her ear.
    “At least someone is happy about it,” she murmured as she waited for the shouting to cease.
    It was like the years of absence in their friendship melted away as Susan listened to Rose’s excited voice.
    “Please tell me it is Tunji, please. He is a good man from what I remember”
    “It is Tunji.”
    “Yes! So how is he? How long ago have you guys been married? I hope you are still having on your honeymoon? You deserve to enjoy being with a good man after…”
    Susan’s sudden burst into tears ceased Rose’s chatter. “Susan are you okay? Did I make you remember Tunde again? I am sorry. Please calm down. You are married to a good man now. so…”
    “Rose,” Susan interrupted
    “Yes?” Rose was beginning to feel she made a mistake in calling at this time, until Susan’s next words told her otherwise.

    EPISODE 3
    “It’s not you. I think I made a mistake in marrying Tunji. I am thinking it’s best we divorced.”
    Tossing her phone on the couch, Rose heaved a sigh of release, as she went to get something to eat. Hearing about the strained marriage of her friend made her suddenly famished.
    How did Susan get into this? How could she have gotten married when she was not ready to submit to anyone emotionally?
    Quickly deciding to have cornflakes while she boiled some yam, she thought of everything Susan told her while she ate.
    She didn’t get to tell Susan that she had travelled abroad to study, first psychology and then guidance and counselling, all because she had seen the effect the rape had had on her back in school.
    She had decided to help as much people as possible, and when the opportunity to study abroad had suddenly presented itself, she had taken it and travelled before she could change her mind.
    Now it seemed that the main reason she changed her career was still waiting for her to solve it.
    She wondered how Tunji was holding on. It was hard enough for a man to remain celibate because of some belief on abstinence until marriage, but for im to still be celibate three months after his marriage had to be frustrating at the least, especially with a reason like that of Susan’s.
    As she rinsed the cereal bowl absent-mindedly, Rose already knew what was going to happen.
    She would have to make Susan’s case her first case in Nigeria.
    She also knew that she would have to invite a male counsellor into the case because of Tunji, and since there was only one male counsellor she trusted enough to invite into her friends secret, she knew she would also be facing her fears.
    She would have to stop running.
    She was going to be calling up Chinedu. She still remembered how she had told him she didn’t want to have anything to do with him again.
    Minutes later, after eating the yam without noticing the taste, she dialled the number which, though she deleted over a year ago, she could still remember.
    “Hello,” she said, for the second time that day, to long a lost friend.
    “Hello,” the voice on the other end answered sounding preoccupied.
    “Chinedu, it’s me Rose.”
    She was greeted with a silence so still, she could hear the ticking clock from the other end.
    “I need your help,” she continued with a false confidence.
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    feed us more

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    Bring it on

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    continue don’t stop

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    EPISODE 2
    She seemed to be able to hurt him effortlessly.
    She searched for the phone in her bag which contained too many useless items she found hard to dispose, and the phone had stopped ringing by the time she found it.
    It was not Tunji. It was an unknown number.
    She dragged herself to a sofa and slowly sat down. She looked around uniquely decorated parlour, but she saw nothing but Tunji’s efforts to make her happy.
    The colours didn’t match, but she loved it. The walls were painted cream-coloured, and the furniture, which comprised of black leather sofas, a couch, and a glass centre table were all her idea.
    Tunji had asked her opinion before he furnished his house. Everything, from the maroon coloured rug and curtains down to the kitchen wares and appliances had all being done for her, from their first meeting, Tunji had told her he was going to marry her, but he was going to court her first so they could get used to each other.
    Three years after, she was yet to get used to him.
    The phone rang again, drawing her out of her reminiscence.
    Shaking her head, as if to ward away the sad thoughts, she picked up.
    “Hello,” the voice, which Susan recognised immediately, said
    “Rose?”
    “Susan! Thank God I finally remembered the number correctly,” Rose said excitedly.
    “Is this really Rose?” Susan asked, doubtful. “This is not the number I have, though the voice is hers.”
    “Susan it’s me. How did you recognise my voice after a long while?”
    “You don’t forget the voice of the only person who loved you despite your demons,” Susan thought.
    “I don’t know,” she said out loud. “I guess I just recognised it. Where did you disappear to? I repeatedly tried your number, until I got tired. I wanted you to be my Chief Bridesmaid, had to ask a girl I barely knew.”
    “It’s a long story. We need to… Wait. Did you just say Chief Bridesmaid? You are married?” Rose asked, and before Susan could reply, she gave a shout of joy causing Susan to put away the phone from her ear.
    “At least someone is happy about it,” she murmured as she waited for the shouting to cease.
    It was like the years of absence in their friendship melted away as Susan listened to Rose’s excited voice.
    “Please tell me it is Tunji, please. He is a good man from what I remember”
    “It is Tunji.”
    “Yes! So how is he? How long ago have you guys been married? I hope you are still having on your honeymoon? You deserve to enjoy being with a good man after…”
    Susan’s sudden burst into tears ceased Rose’s chatter. “Susan are you okay? Did I make you remember Tunde again? I am sorry. Please calm down. You are married to a good man now. so…”
    “Rose,” Susan interrupted
    “Yes?” Rose was beginning to feel she made a mistake in calling at this time, until Susan’s next words told her otherwise.

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    EPISODE 3
    “It’s not you. I think I made a mistake in marrying Tunji. I am thinking it’s best we divorced.”
    Tossing her phone on the couch, Rose heaved a sigh of release, as she went to get something to eat. Hearing about the strained marriage of her friend made her suddenly famished.
    How did Susan get into this? How could she have gotten married when she was not ready to submit to anyone emotionally?
    Quickly deciding to have cornflakes while she boiled some yam, she thought of everything Susan told her while she ate.
    She didn’t get to tell Susan that she had travelled abroad to study, first psychology and then guidance and counselling, all because she had seen the effect the rape had had on her back in school.
    She had decided to help as much people as possible, and when the opportunity to study abroad had suddenly presented itself, she had taken it and travelled before she could change her mind.
    Now it seemed that the main reason she changed her career was still waiting for her to solve it.
    She wondered how Tunji was holding on. It was hard enough for a man to remain celibate because of some belief on abstinence until marriage, but for im to still be celibate three months after his marriage had to be frustrating at the least, especially with a reason like that of Susan’s.
    As she rinsed the cereal bowl absent-mindedly, Rose already knew what was going to happen.
    She would have to make Susan’s case her first case in Nigeria.
    She also knew that she would have to invite a male counsellor into the case because of Tunji, and since there was only one male counsellor she trusted enough to invite into her friends secret, she knew she would also be facing her fears.
    She would have to stop running.
    She was going to be calling up Chinedu. She still remembered how she had told him she didn’t want to have anything to do with him again.
    Minutes later, after eating the yam without noticing the taste, she dialled the number which, though she deleted over a year ago, she could still remember.
    “Hello,” she said, for the second time that day, to long a lost friend.
    “Hello,” the voice on the other end answered sounding preoccupied.
    “Chinedu, it’s me Rose.”
    She was greeted with a silence so still, she could hear the ticking clock from the other end.
    “I need your help,” she continued with a false confidence.
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    The story continues

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