Life With Tutu

They say love is as strong as death. Femi thought so, maybe even stronger. As Wale lay immobile in that bed, she knew she would love him forever, regardless. In life and in the after life. Perhaps, that was her reason, her stance on the adoption matter. She loved Wale too much to share him with any child. She would come everyday in the morning and leave his bedside at night. Praying silently, her lips moving in supposed silent supplication to the God who could do all things. Sometimes she would lie partially on him. A part of her willing him to rise. Another part...seeking absolution. If only he hadn’t told her he had a child outside their marriage! Things would have been so different! She didn’t know how to share, it was too late now, to learn to Her mind went to that dark, windy morning, a few days ago when her husband confessed to her his ‘mistaken' infidelity She was at the breakfast table, sipping a creamy cup of decaffeinated coffee, looking through a fashion magazine, contem...

Life can play some really cruel tricks on one…especially when one becomes somewhat complacent Femi had cause to ask herself, afterwards ‘Did I really become complacent? Was I careless? In any way?’ Their automobile business expanded, Wale was handling things beautifully and  Femi really couldn’t ask for more. Well, maybe asides the secret tears she still shed for a child. The pangs she felt whenever friends or relatives came visiting with their kids or generally whenever she ran into children. They had…. She had so much money, but what was the essence of it without someone…a child to call her own? Sometimes she dreamt she was holding kids, playing with them in the garden but, upon waking and seeing the emptiness not just in her hands but in the house, she would breakdown in bitter tears. Wale tried again and again over the years to get her to change her mind over adoption but she wouldn’t budge. On their tenth wedding anniversary they travelled to Dublin. They were away for two wee...