I beg you, I will even give you her number to call her and tell her that this thing she is doing is wrong. Both of us are wrong. Please, when I finish my story, you must call her.
So this is how it started; my mother died two years ago after a prolonged sickness that lasted more than five years and on which my father spent so much money.
I am her only child and when she died, I was broken, I was in pieces. I was very close to her. Now, before she died, while she was still very sick, my father married a younger woman; she too helped to care for my mother before she died. My father’s second wife is just 5 years my senior.
Ok, so after my own mother died, my step mother, Hauwa became like a friend to me; she was the one who would give me food, talk to me, encourage me…you know.
One day, my father told me he was going to marry another wife. I was not too surprised because I felt that Baba decided to marry a new wife because Hauwa doesn’t have a child. Yes, she had been married to my father for more than 5 years with no child, so maybe Baba wanted more children and Hauwa was barren.
Anyway, it’s not my business what my father does with his life, so me I just said, ‘Allah be praised, Baba, when is the new wife coming in?’ He said soon and soon enough, she came, Humu is her name.
I have no business with my father’s wives other than to ask them for food when I am hungry, though I have a small provision kiosk not far from the house and even though I don’t live in my father’s house, on the days I don’t make enough sales, I just go there to meet his wives to give me food.
Ok, let me also say that after my father married Humu, he began to change his attitude towards me. He had told me he would sponsor my education to Poly to study Business Administration but after he married his Humu, he told me he didn’t have money again.
I knew it wasn’t true but I kept it to myself.
Then, one day, I went to meet Hauwa for food and she was dressed in a very flimsy cloth and was behaving funny. I just took my food and ate but after the food, I didn’t know she had plans for me. She began to touch me, began to rub herself on me and kiss me. I am a red blooded male, I fell for her charms because I didn’t know what to do and I was on her for more than 30 minutes. After that she told me my father had neglected her for more than two years after he married his Humu!
One mind in me felt sorry for her, another was feeling guilty. That is how we started to have sex daily but we didn’t do it in her place, again because it is my father’s house. I have my own house, so she would bring food for me and after we eat, we will have sex.
I did not do it with clear eye, I swear! What clear eye would anyone have when it comes to having sex with his father’s wife, even if the father is no longer having sex with her.
So, for a long time, we were finding ways to do it and this Hauwa, she likes sex too much. I wonder why my father did not give it to her. She would come to meet me in the hot afternoon, sometimes in the night, sometimes, early in the morning. I had to be telling her to be careful that neighbours would soon start suspecting us but she is a stubborn woman, she did not care.
I was always afraid my father would catch us.
Then she told me that she was pregnant!
I almost died. Pregnant? How can? I told her, let’s go to the pharmacist and remove it kiakia!
Hauwa refused. She refused to remove the pregnancy. I reminded her that she was still married to my father but the crazy woman refused to remove the pregnancy, she said she had married Baba for all these years with no child and that the pregnancy is from one house.
That is my problem now, that is why I need you to call her and tell her that this pregnancy is not the type that they keep, it is the type they abort before it becomes a bigger problem than it already is!
(Series written and edited by Peju Akande and based on true stories)