She got pregnant for a married man.

An intention she had long nursed, because she wanted to usurp the position of his wife, who had only gotten pregnant once in a marriage of seven years and had birthed just a son, one who was unfortunately down with cerebral palsy.

They were lovers, she and this man.

He was in his early forties.

She was in her late twenties.

His wife, in her mid thirties.

For him it was just fun he wanted. Just that thrill that some men covet, to enjoy the sexual adventure outside the confines of matrimony.

But for her it was more.

It was a sinister motive, an aberrant scheme, a mischievous plot.

He was rich, bourgeois and debonair.

Handy with every material thing needed to make life comfortable.

According to him, he always insisted on using protectives with her; but because she had errant intentions, she talks him out of it, always.

And even though he’d bring contraceptives and make sure she takes it in his presence after every intercourse, on this very day he forgot and then she took advantage.

Truth is there is only but a thin line between discipline and irrationality, moreso when it’s about coitus.

And from the perspective of her own thoughts, if she could get pregnant and have a healthy child, then this man would have no option but to send his wife packing.

Her plans, it worked.

She got pregnant.

And it was on that Wednesday evening while he was home, this man with his wife, that she came banging at the gate to his compound, yelling at the top of her voice.

The loud bang drew everyone’s attention; Man, wife, wife’s mother-in-law.

The gate man was instructed to open the gate, and he did.

Prior to this time, she had told him about her condition, and hence very shocked that she had gotten pregnant, he had asked her to do away with it because he wasn’t ready to have a child out of matrimony.

And though they were intimate as lovers, he would never want to dishonor his wife and intentionally smear her face with shame.

“Lai! Lai! Never. This child has come to stay. I am never aborting it. Infact it’s time you tell your wife that she’d be having a co-wife. Or ask her to leave, since she’s unable to bear children.”

She had said authoritatively, while they both spoke on the phone as she relayed the news before hanging up on him.

All efforts to reach her proved abortive, as she wasn’t picking or returning his calls until that Wednesday evening.

She walked into the compound majestically, like someone who had won a very difficult war.

The man panickedly, his wife confusedly, and his mother flabbergasted stood looking at her.

“Young lady what’s the problem?”

The wife asked.

“Common shut up!”

She retorted arrogantly, and continued.

“Woman! I am pregnant for your husband. That’s him there, ask him if I’m lying or saying the truth.”

The wife, she turned to her husband, not believing her ears.

And before she could say anything, he spoke.

“I don’t know what you have come to do, but one thing is sure. I am never getting married to you. Yeah I broke my marriage vow and messed up, but even the seven gods of the village where I am from know I would never marry you. I would make recompense for my mistakes, but you see this woman, she isn’t leaving this home for you.”

Before he finished speaking, his wife went close enough to him and landed two heavy slaps on his face, as his own mother nodded in agreement.

“How could you have done this to her. A woman who stood by you through all these times. My wife, slap him again.”

His mother commanded.

Then the wife turned to this lady and asked her.

“How far gone are you?”

Surprised that it was not the reaction she expected, she kept mute.

And the wife continued.

“You could keep the child. We have been looking for a baby all this while. We’d help you through this period and when you eventually deliver, you’d bring the baby to us to care for. We’d be very pleased to have him/her.”

“I don’t want her baby in my sons house.”

Her mother-in-law angrily interjected.

“No mama, let her deliver the baby and bring it to us, who knows maybe God has answered my prayers in this form.”

“God would never answer you in this form. You’d get pregnant again, a child of your own.”

This lady she stood rooted and shocked, watching the cards she kept for last cards turned on her, her schemes falling apart.

She didn’t know when she turned away from them all and ran out through the gate crying.

And after she had gone, the wife, she turned to face her husband and said -

“For the next 4 months, I don’t want to see you inside this house. Pack your things and move to the boys quarter.”

And the mother-in-law in agreement with her daughter in-law added.

“Nwuyem. 4 is too small, make it 6.”

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The lady, she had a miscarriage after the third month.

This story, one with a pinch of many lessons.

A man would give his life for stability in the place of pleasure.

That a married man sleeps with you never means he’d want you as replacement for his wife.

Unless of course you’re fetish and fortified.

©️Noel Ijezie

Biology says that after sexual intercourse that millions of sperm are deposited by the man, they all began to swim within the track to meet with the ovum. 

Of this millions only 200 - 300 actually reach the site(others get tired on the way because it is not a small race) And of those that managed to reach the ovum only one fertilized the egg and in this case the winning one was YOU. 

Have you ever thought of this? You won in a race without eyes,leg, education and without help and you won. 

What makes you think you will loose now that you have both eyes and legs, certificate, plan, a dream and a vision. 

Beloved, you didn't give up on day one, you can't give up now, giving up now is an insult to your creator. 

It doesn't matter what you see now take it as a challenge, always remember that you won from the womb. 

BETTER DAYS AHEAD.

Happy Sunday to you all