She would do all his laundry, cook soup and stew and deliver to his refrigerator each week, even ensure his house was well swept and neat.

The perfect wife material.

He reciprocated by topping up her account every weekend.

She was happy.

But we her circle of friends felt that something was off about the whole thing.

Aside her housekeeping services and him being generous with his money, there was no actual relationship.

He never agreed to sit down and have conversations with her. Always claiming "busy"

Dates nko? Very rare.

His family or at least his siblings? She never met them in person or even ran into them once.

He lived alone in a nice apartment like a typical bachelor. Only his male friends and colleagues came around often to watch football and have drinks.

This arrangement remained like this for almost 6 months and our babe believed she was in a relationship. Hian.

To me, there was no difference between her and a paid staff who came to cook and clean up a house and get generous tips.

Okay, one difference was that they were knacking alongside.

Anytime thus guy's male friends came around, he would quickly invite her to make her delicious pepper soup and asun which they ate while drinking beer and watching their premier league.

She was a great cook and the guys commended her cooking and called her "our wife". The babe's head would swell.

Sometimes a few of the guys would even come along with their own girlfriends but not one would lift a finger to assist her.

She didn't complain, afterall she was the hostess.

Then one day her man had a special lady friend who came in with the guys and their babes.

She said the first thing she noticed was that the guys codedly stopped calling her "their wife" that day and seemed to be avoiding her eyes.

She was serving them their usual peppersoup in the living room when she overheard the new babe ask her boyfriend who she was, in Efik.

He told her in Efik too that she was just his contract maid who came around to cook and clean.

My friend said she felt like someone hit her head with a hammer as she heard their discussion.

Her first shocker was hearing her supposed boyfriend speak Efik, because she had always thought he was a Yoruba guy. He had never spoken Efik in her presence before.

My friend's late mother was Efik, so she understood the language perfectly though she rarely spoke it especially after her mother's death.

Her Dad was Igbo so most people saw her as a thoroughbred Igbo girl.

When the shock gradually faded and got replaced with rage, our friend walked back to the kitchen and carefully packed the soups and stews she had prepared for the week.

Put everything in a nylon bag along with ALL the Foodstuffs she had bought him.

Packed them neatly and phoned me to please drive down and pick her up from the guy's place.

I was free that moment so I obliged her and drove down.

Then she emptied the dustbin and scattered it all over the kitchen she just swept.

Went to the guy's bedroom and poured bleach all over the guy's clothes and threw the dirty clothes from the laundry basket all over the room.

Quietly returned to the kitchen again and emptied one jar of pepper into the peppersoup meant for the guy and his real babe.

By now the guy was calling her and asking her why their peppersoup was taking so much time.

By this time I was at the gate and she calmly offloaded the packed items into my car while filling me in on the details.

I didn't know whether to start laughing or play the role of peace maker.

Anyway I begged her to make sure the items she was carrying out of his house were hers alone. I no get power for police case.

She assured me that she would not take any pin that belonged to him. All she was taking were her things and those she bought for him.

After that she told me to wait say she dey come.

She returned to the guy's sitting room and served him and his Efik babe the over peppered peppersoup prepared specially for them.

She later told me that the Efik babe even had the audacity to ask her why she took so long.

That they both took a spoon each of her soup and screamed.🤣

My Igbo friend sneered at them and said in perfect Efik that she hoped they enjoyed the peppersoup.

As they stared at her in shock she carried the guy's own plate and emptied the dish on him for good measure. Then walked out to meet me in the car and we drove off.

It was in the car that she eventually started crying and poured out the whole story as I took her home.

The guy never called her again and the "relationship" died a natural death.

Please ladies, try define that thing you're doing with that dude. It's another weekend and many of you are in one guy's flat cooking, cleaning and doing free housework.

Is it a fling, a friends with benefit, an actual love affair or a one sided dating?

DEFINE IT.

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PART 1

 

“Farida! Farida! Where is this girl?”

 

“I am here maami.”

 

“Oya go and bath quickly so you can help brother Ade run some errands.”

 

“Maami, please I don’t want to work today, I am very tired.”

 

“If you don’t work what will we eat? If you do some work for him we will be able to eat bread this morning and amala in the afternoon.”

 

“Ok, ma.”

 

Nine-year-old Farida went to shower and get ready for the day’s chores. She was to help him sweep his room, wash plates and run errands for him. She would have preferred to play with her friends since it was a Saturday but then what will they eat if she doesn’t work. She got ready and resumed her work.

 

“Brother Ade good morning. Do you have any work for me?”

 

“Farida my wife how are you? I always have something for you. First, you will wash plates; they are not much. After that, you will buy bread and beans that we will eat before we clean the room.”

 

“Thank you, brother Ade,” Farida replied excitedly.

 

After food, Farida washed the plates and wanted to start cleaning the room but Ade stopped her. 

 

“Farida come and sit down. Sit beside me. You don’t need to do any more work today and you will get good money. You just make me happy and you will get all you want”

 

“No more work? Thank you, brother. But what will maami and my brothers eat?

 

“I will give you N500.00 to give them today instead of N100.”

 

“Brother Ade thank you. That money will last us 3 days.” She replied excitedly

 

“I know. I want us to play a game.”

 

“What type of game?”

 

“I will be the daddy and you will be the mummy.”

 

“Oh, you want us to act drama?”

 

“Yes. And do what mummy and daddy used to do. You will remove your clothes and lie on my bed and I will remove my own and we will sleep together.”

 

“Ok.”

 

She removed her clothes and laid on the bed. She was excited lying on the bed because at home she and her brothers sleep on the mat. Even the mattress maami slept on was not as comfortable as this one. She had been tempted to jump on it but because she does not want to offend brother Ade she did not. Today, she is lying on the bed and acting drama with Brother Ade. She was very happy. 

 

Brother Ade closed the curtains of his room, locked the door and turned on the television before removing his clothes and joining her. They lay down together and then Brother rested his hand on the tiny mounds on her chest. He fondled her nipples and she became uncomfortable. She tried to remove his hands but he told her to relax and enjoy it, it was Mummy and Daddy play. He then extended his hand to her pants and stuck his finger inside her vagina which made her cry out in pain. 

 

“Don’t shout!” uncle Ade scolded.

 

“But it is paining me.”

 

“I won’t do it again. Did you like how I touched you?”

 

“No, I did not. I want to go.”

 

“Wait now. Come here” he hugged her “I am sorry. Let me touch you in a way you will like it.”

 

“Don’t touch me again.”

 

“Ok, my dear. I love you. You cannot tell anyone that we are acting Mummy and Daddy drama here. Apart from the money, I will give you money for biscuit, sweets and chewing gum.”

 

“Will you give me brother Ade?”

 

“Yes, and if you allow me to touch you without telling anybody, I will buy things for you any time I come back from work. You are my wife.”

 

“But it pained me.”

 

“This time it will not pain you. And you will also touch Daddy.”

 

“Wear your clothes and go and buy biscuits and sweets and come back. I will wait for you.” He said giving her N10.

 

“Ok, let me go quickly.”

 

She went, bought the things and came back really excited. She would eat all this by herself.

 

“Eat your biscuit and allow me to touch you. It will not pain you I promise.”

 

He laid her on the bed. While she ate, he struck his manhood on her genitals. He did this until he was satisfied. “This was a start,” he said to himself “with time I will be able to penetrate.” He cleaned her up, reminded her that it was a secret. He gave N500 after she had finished eating and she left. She kept their secret.

 

Every evening he comes home, he will call Farida, give her orange or apple or puff puff or sweet then proceed to play Daddy and Mummy with her. Gradually, he started getting her to touch his manhood. She would hold it in her small hands and he will direct her on what to do. This excited him very much. Then he started inserting his finger into her vagina. He used Vaseline to ease her pain. She endured it because of the treats. She enjoyed her treats. He had bought her silence.

TBC...

 

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