Lagos, Nigeria
“Moving into the guest room wasn’t something I planned. You like the TV on – loud, with the lights on. I like the darkness. You stay awake all night but sleep all day, especially on weekends. I sleep all night. So many little things made me realize we’re different. You never had time for me. You cared more about your friends than you did me – your wife. I lived with it all through. It’ll be 19 years in July. I can’t stand the sight of you naked anymore. Those times you sneak into my room, watching me as I slept, I saw you. I heard every creak, every footstep. I don’t hate you. God knows I don’t. I just can’t stand you anymore. You’ve cheated so many times, I always look forward to your next. So at least you’re not at home. I can’t believe I finally got the courage to ask you to stop. Stop coming into my room and having your way with me while I was asleep. Then when you’re done, your burp loudly in my face, wipe yourself on my bedsheet and go to your room. I hear you start snoring some minutes later. Guess you’re wondering what’s happening to me. Why have I changed. I met him 5 years ago. He walked in to my office and a few days later I knew I’d be his for life. He does everything for me. Everything I brought home – grocery, food, everything. He buys them for me. I know you’re happy you don’t have to give me housekeeping anymore. If only you knew another man, your wife’s lover, feeds you and puts food in your fridge. He’s married too. But our commitment to one another is stronger than both our marriages. But I’m not leaving you. I never will. I have the kids to think about. They don’t deserve the pain. I’ll always be with you, but my soul, my heart, they belong to him.”
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