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Lipstick Stain 4

Lipstick Stain – Part 1

Lipstick Stain – Part 2

Lipstick Stain – Part 3


Part 4


6lack – Stan

Ringing.
Loudly. All I could hear was a ringing sound.
It was like someone slapped me blind and I was dazed.
I didn’t hear the last few words that came out of Lolade’s mouth as I turned to Lade who was struggling to sit up.
I stared for a few moments.
There were definitely words to be said and I wanted to blurt them out but somehow I couldn’t.
My eyes began to well and I think I was finally at my breaking point. I finally choked it out

“Lade *voice trembles*…please tell me she is lying”

She didn’t answer.
She looked down and away from me.
The anger inside me swole and I yelled out

“Lade! tell me she is fucking lying”

Her mom jumped in and said

“No! She is not lying.”

I turned to her and said

“Mummy, with all due respect, stay out of this!!!”

She stepped forward and said

“No! I will not allow you to speak to my daughter that way.
She made some mistakes but yelling at her is not the answer”

“Yelling???
Between her getting shot and not even knowing what was going on, I find out that I could have been a father and I am supposed to speak calmly.
Are you kidding me?”

Before her mother could respond, Lade jumped in and said

“Akin, you have every right to be angry but just let me explain, it is not what it seems”

I scoffed and said

“I’m listening”

She said,

“Two months ago, I got set of pictures and videos from the night of your bachelor party.
It basically showed you having what appeared to be a good time and then in one of the videos, it showed one of the strippers leading you into a private room.
And when you emerged, then were lipstick stains on your shirt.
A shirt that never made it home… the message also said that you had sex with one of the women”

She continued

“I was so hurt and I made the mistake of seeking revenge instead of asking you.
So I hit up an ex boyfriend of mine who I knew was having a party one weekend and I went. I honestly don’t remember what happened but the next day I woke up in his bed with him next to me, completely naked.
I swear Akin, I didn’t sleep with him.
I checked everything and I even asked him later. He said he did not know but I was sure nothing went inside me that night.

So when I found out that I was pregnant, you can imagine my confusion. Everything within me felt like it was yours..ours…but I had to be sure.
I told my mom and I was going to tell you but I wanted to be sure it was ours.
But before I could even do that, I was getting blackmailed.
They were asking for N3 million. I didn’t know what to do and I did not want to freak my mom or anyone else out, so I went to this snake Lolade.
She promised to help me find the person but quickly turned and started telling me to go and give them the money”

I turned to Lolade who was almost walking through the closed door.
if she could run, she would have.
Lade, slightly emboldened, continued to speak

“Lade must have seen it as an opportunity to cash in. Because suddenly, she was talking about being the liaison between me and the blackmailer.
At first, I thought nothing about it but then…”

There was a knock on the door.
All our heads turned to the door.

…..

The two policemen that interrogated me a few days before walked in.
The sergeant spoke first, I had learned his name was Mr. Adedigba

“Hopefully we are not interrupting anything. We just have a few questions for you ma”

You could pick up the strong old Oyo accent as he directed his gaze towards Lade.

I jumped in and said

“Right now?
She is still recovering”

He smiled and snakily replied

“And you think the person that shot her is still recovering?”

He had a point, if it was Lolade or someone else, the longer it took to catch them, the more time they had to get away with it.
He looked at Lade and asked

“Madam, do you remember anything from the day you got shot? What do you remember about that day, did you get a look at the person?”

Before he finished his question, I interrupted and said

“Officers, my wife said that this woman here is the reason she got shot. This is your suspect here”

I pointed at a now flustered Lolade.

He looked at Lolade and then at Lade before saying

“Madam is this true?”

Lade shook her head to my surprise and said

“Yes and no.
I believe that she may have something to do with it but she was not the one that shot me”

Lolade appeared to heave a sigh of relief.
The sergeant turned to Lolade and said

“Is this true?
Did you have something to do with the shooting?”

She stood straight and said with confidence

“Officer, I had nothing to do with it.
I don’t own a gun or talk less know how to use one. I didn’t do anything. She even told you that I wasn’t there.
It’s not me sir”

The sergeant sensing that he wasn’t going to get a straight answer in that moment said

“Well, my aim is to get to the bottom of this situation as soon as possible.
Madam, I am going to need you to come down to the station with us”

Lolade was terrified.
She wanted to run but knew that would be unwise.
And almost as if the universe was singing her name, there was a quick knock on the door and it opened.

It was the doctor.
He looked surprised that the room was packed, but his immediate concern was Lade.
he quickly said

“Lade, you should be resting. Please lay down.”

He stood next to her and said

“Can everyone please exit the room and give us some privacy please?”

We all began to shuffle out and he said to me

“Not you Akin”

Everyone else waited outside the room.
I stopped as the door closed and the doctor said

“There is something important that I need to talk to both of you about”

I walked to Lade’s side and held her left hand.
She squeezed my hand as he began to speak.

“One thing I didn’t get to tell you the last time Akin because you were around people is that we are super pleased Lade survived that horrible experience.
But I think the two of you are going to need each other more than ever.
Two of the bullets punctured Lade’s womb and it may make it almost impossible for her to have children on her own.”

My soul was crushed.
Lade squeezed my hand really tightly as she burst out into tears.
She kept saying

“Akin, I’m sorry. I am so sorry”

My heart was broken but watching her in tears was breaking me further.
I leaned in and said through my tears

“It’s okay baby. We will get through it together”

The doctor said

“You both know that we will be with you through everything. Anything you need”

He got up and walked out.

I was instantly filled with rage. My heart had taken enough.
I got up and stormed out of the room into the hallway. Lade tried to hold me but I broke free. I swung the door open and I said to the sergeant

“Don’t believe anything she says. Search her and her place.
She is involved!”

My face was soaked in tears and holding pain as the sergeant asked Lolade to open her purse.
She quickly opened it without any fear.

“There you go”

she said

He put his hand into the bag and moved it around.
Suddenly he stopped, he looked up and around to all of us before pulling out my gun.

I have never seen Lolade appear so small before.
She immediately said

‘That is not mine”

The second officer said

“Madam, you can explain how an attempted murder weapon ended up in your bag at the station.”

He grabbed her by the arm and walked her out.
Lade’s mom was speechless and I re-entered the room.
The rest of the evening, I climbed into the bed and laid next to Lade holding her.
We were going to get through it.
No doubt.

She finally fell asleep. I turned and kissed her on the forehead as I held back my own tears.

…..

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…..

I turned around the corner and walked into the bedroom.
I handed Lade a cup of tea and leaned in to kiss her.
She giggled and said

“Stop itttttt”

with that beautiful smile across her face.

Her phone buzzed and she reached for it.
She used her right thumb to unlock the phone before saying

“Awww, they said Lolade got stabbed twice”

I was actually taken aback. We hadn’t heard anything about Lolade and anyone from that phase in a long time.
I asked

“Did she survive?”

Lade said

“Obviously”

I shook my head and said

“That’s sad”

Lade smiled and said

“Akin, you still never told me how that gun made it into Lolade’s purse”

I smiled and said

“I had nothing to do with it. Just like I know you know nothing about this stabbing”

Lade smiled and shook her head. She placed her phone down and said

“One day you are going to tell me what really happened.”

I chimed back

“One day”

She motioned to me and I came to sit next to her.
She turned, looked into my eyes and said

“I love you Akin, my King”

I smiled and said

“I love you too my Queen”

as I leaned in to kiss her.

We both looked up as she said

“Hi guys! Welcome to OUR channel”

she glanced at me as she said it.
Then she made me turn my head as she wiped off a Lipstick Stain from my lip.

She turned back to the camera and said

“Hey all, if you didn’t watch my last video about our gender reveal, click on the icon on your screen right now…
but to our repeat viewers and subscribers, thanks for coming with us on this journey.
As some of you may know, I was told I may never be able to carry my own children and in two months, we are expecting triplets!
Who would have thought it right?
We guess God has a sense of humor but we are so glad we get to share this experience with you.
But I could never have done this without my superman husband. So thank you babe”

She smiled and looked at me
I smiled back while resisting the urge to kiss her.
Lade continued and said

“So guys, we are doing an incoming baby tag, things we want our children to take or not take from either of us.
Babe wanna go first?”

She turned to me and I said

“The main thing I don’t want my children to take from my wife is her snoring. She snores for Africa.
It’s like grunting pigs”

She punched me in my arm and said

“Akin what the heck man!”

I smiled back and rubbed her swollen belly.
We were about to become a family and in that moment, everything else felt like a blur.

The End.


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Lipstick Stain 3


Lipstick Stain – Part 1

Lipstick Stain – Part 2


Part 3

Picking up myself from the hospital floor was so hard. I was in so much pain that I didn’t even go back into the room to check on her before I left.
My heart was hurting and my mind was racing.
How could she do this to me?
Why didn’t she tell me?
I could not fathom how she could be carrying our joy and not tell me.
How could other people have known about it without me knowing?

There was so much running through my mind. Everything I thought about her, I would feel a pain in my heart.
I never got to meet the little one. Always dreamt of having my own son.
Being Arsenal fanatics. Teaching him perseverance by supporting one of the most disappointing teams in sports history or just watching him become his own man.
I also dreamt of having a daughter, helping her find her voice in this misogynistic world, owning her black girl magic and me trying to style her hair because I got the juice like that.
But I was never going to know what that felt like. At least, I felt like I missed out.
Almost like you waited in your home all day for a delivery only to come out and see a missed delivery notice.
It sucks.

I cried the whole way home. I didn’t even let “D” come with me.
I felt truly alone and I just wanted to be alone.
As I pulled into the estate, I didn’t even greet the guards at the main gate. I tried to avoid eye contact.
A part of me was very annoyed with them as well.
How did someone bypass them, shoot my wife and none of them knew?
Idiots.

As I parked the car, I felt like something was off.
How much of it was paranoia of the last few days? I couldn’t tell.
But as I approached the main door, it appeared to have been tampered with.
There were scratches around the keyhole and it appeared someone may have tried to kick the door.
My rage boiled over, I hopped into the car and drove straight to the main gate.
As I pulled up I parked to the right side of the gate, the one not used on a daily basis and I stormed out.
The first words that left my mouth were

“Sunday, where your oga day?”

He looked taken aback.
It could have been the tone in my voice or how I was marching towards him.

“Oga wetin happen?”

Was his nervous reply.
I looked him in the face and said in an irate manner

“Person come my house, shoot my wife. Una idiots no hear anything.
Now person come try break into my house again and no security. Wetin be una job again?
Why we dey pay you?
I swear to God wey create all of us. If anything like this happen again, na me go wound una.
Walahi!”

I didn’t even give them a chance to respond as I stormed back to my car.
I got in and drove out of the estate.
My heart was racing and it felt like misplaced anger but it also felt extremely necessary.
Like damn it! Why was everything in my life so misplaced?

I couldn’t think and I just kept driving.
I did not realize how far I had gone until I pulled into the coffee shop – Cafe Neo.
Before I could tell, I was waiting in line to order.
I took a seat while they made my drink. I wanted to cry some more but a part of me just wanted to be held.
The last few days had felt like a bad dream and I wanted someone to hold me by my shoulders, shake me and tell me that I’ve been dreaming all along.
But it didn’t seem likely at all.

I got my drink and I walked out of the coffee shop.
As I was stepping out, my phone buzzed.
Reaching for it, I moved my cup into my left hand and picked up my phone.
As I answered, the person on the phone said

“Akin, long time. How’s that coffee?
Before you start trying to figure out who I am, I just want you to know something.
Do as I say and everything will be fine…”

I was frozen but my eyes were scanning the parking lot and the side of the road. I was sure the person was looking at me but I couldn’t tell where.
I turned around to look and the voice on the phone continued

“5 million in cash or the next time, your wife won’t survive”

I asked in fear

“Who are you?”

The person chuckled and said

“I know you and right now, that is all that matters…”

……

I hadn’t driven that fast in a long time and trust Lekki traffic, I was stuck.
I immediately called the doctor and said

“Doctor, please make sure someone is there to look after my wife”

Startled he replied

“Akin, I just checked on her less than an hour ago”

I wasn’t having it

“Please put someone with her, I will be there as soon as possible”

Now more concerned he said

“Is everything okay?
I mean her mother is here, I can have her sit with your wife if you like”

I said

“I don’t care, just make sure someone is with her.”

He said okay and I continued to sit there in traffic super annoyed.
At one point, I considered abandoning my car and taking an Okada.
So many questions filled my head

“Who could it be?
Were they following me?
How did they know about Lade?”

Those thoughts sailed through my head and I changed my course as soon as I got the chance to.
I couldn’t be sure if the person was following me.
About 30 minutes later, I made it to the hospital.

Rushing into the room, all I wanted to see was if Lade was doing okay.
She seemed to be asleep.
I greeted her mother reluctantly as I was still very angry about the baby.
I turned around and left the room, Lade’s mother followed me closely.

“Akin duro, je kin ba e soro”
(Akin, wait up, let me talk to you)

I turned around as she held my hand and pulled me to the side.
She fixed her glasses and said

“You are my son and a child cannot remain angry with their parent forever.
I know you are upset and to ba je emi ni (if it was me), I would be upset too.
But I want you to know that we did not keep any of this from you as a secret.
By my understanding, your birthday is on Thursday and Lade was planning to surprise you.
She found out two months ago and felt it would be a great birthday surprise gift for you.
Ma binu oko mi (don’t be angry my son)”

I tell you this now, the way she spoke to me was very reminiscent of some deep talks I had with my mother growing up.
Something about it really spoke to me.
It was like she could see that I was trying to hold the anger and she continued

“Ma binu.
Lade needs you more than ever right now. All of this does not make sense but God is in control.
You are the head of this family and God will do another for you two but right now, you need to be a rock”

I nodded as she reached up to hug me.
I wiped off the tears streaming down my face as she rubbed my back.

She said,

“It has been a rough couple of days, you need to eat and go home to get some rest.”

I shook my head and said

“I can’t leave her. I have to be there when she wakes up”

She smiled and said

“Well before you came, the doctor said they will keep her induced for another 2 days to make sure everything is okay.
I am sure you can get some rest.
I will stay and her father will come and join me later tonight. “

Reluctantly, I agreed.
She then said

“I have asked my cook to make you some food.
She will be here any moment, go home and get some rest”

I wanted to tell her about the call I got but I also can confidently tell you that an African mother is the last person you want to tell that a hit has been put out on her daughter.
So I said

“The only way I can leave is if you can guarantee that someone will be with her at all times”

She nodded and said

“I will not leave her side.
The driver and the cook are outside, come let us go and put the food in your car quickly”

We walked out into the lobby and outside to the car.
The driver immediately stepped out and the cook was in the passenger’s seat.
Someone else was in the back but I couldn’t see till I got closer. The back door opened on the owner’s corner and it was Lade’s cousin, Lolade.
She stepped out and walked around the car.
Lade’s mom’s face lit up and she said

“Ah Lola, Iwo ni. (Oh Lola, it is you)
How are you my dear?”

She knelt and greeted her aunty before I gave her a hug.
She said

“Yes ma.
I had stopped by to drop something my mom wanted to give you and I heard about what happened to Lade, so I wanted to come and check on her.
Akin, how are you holding up?

Has she woken up?”

I forced a smile and said

“Trying love. Just staying positive. No, she is still under. ”

She nodded and said

“It is well.”

I told her the room number while I collected the food from the cook.
I walked over to my car parked on the other side of the lot and opened up the trunk with the remote.
As I lowered the cooler into the trunk, I noticed something out the corner of my eye.
Tucked away in the left side of the trunk, it was staring at me.
My gun.

I was shocked.
How did it get there? I thought to myself.
I quickly turned around to make sure that nobody saw it.
I noticed Lade’s mom walking towards me as she gave instructions to the cook.

“Akin, there should be efo, obe ata ati rice.
Ila alasepo naa wa n be”
(There should be spinach stew, pepper stew with rice and okra)

She said as she walked towards me.
I said

“Thank you mummy”

And quickly closed the trunk.
My heart was racing and I was feeling exposed.
Someone was clearly trying to set me up.

….

We walked back into the hospital and Lade’s mom took her seat next to her.
I was going to leave but I wanted to also make sure that Lolade knew the importance of keeping an eye on her.
Lolade and Lade were born in the same month and their mothers are sisters, so they gave them similar names and raised them together.
You couldn’t separate them growing up until they went to college in different countries and even then, they still remained very close.

As we stepped into the hallway I said

“Lolade someone called me today and asked for 5 million or they would try to hurt Lade again
I need you to please keep a close eye on her and anyone that comes into the room.
I am going to try and get the money today”

She replied with shock

“Wait, seriously?
You are going to get the money today? From where?”

I replied

“I don’t know but I have to. Nothing can happen to Lade”

She responded

“Well nothing will happen to her here.
But don’t worry, I will watch her”

I added

“Also, her parents cannot know. Only you know right now”

She nodded.
We walked back into the room and we were met with elation.
Lade’s mom was standing and quietly motioning us forward.
She was waking up!

As we approached, I stood by her side and held her right hand.
There was a huge smile on my face.
As she smacked her lips and blinked her eyes, she looked at me and smiled.
She looked to the side and saw her mom.
There was a quick frown, almost one of confusion. I think it was then she realized she was in a hospital bed.
She opened her eyes and looked at me closely. I was still smiling and I am sure I was almost crying.
She lifted her hand as if she wanted us to remove the air mask.
I lifted it off her mouth and she swallowed hard before asking

“Where am I?”

I replied and said

“Baby don’t worry about that. We are just glad you are okay”

Before I could continue, I noticed Lolade was walking out of the room.
Lade’s mom said

“Lolade, please help us get the doctor”

Those words were like missiles because instantly, I felt Lade squeeze my hand tightly and say

“What is she doing here?”

Not reading anything into it, I rubbed her hand and said

“Babe, that’s your cousin Lolade”

She tilted her head forward and said

“I know. But what is she doing here?”

The mood in the room quickly changed.
Lolade’s mom and I looked at each other, very confused.
We looked over to Lolade and then to Lade, she looked angry.
I said

“Lade, what is going on?
That’s your cousin. Are you okay?”

Her voice was still weak but her angst was strong.
She said

“Why is she here?
She is the reason I am here”

Lade’s mom gasped and I turned my gaze to Lolade standing by the door.
Her look had changed and she had a scowl on her face.
Her next words were

“You better fucking relax Akin.
Out here trying to play Superman for this one. When the baby wasn’t even yours”


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#WordsofWednesday · Poetry

Take Me To Church

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Take Me To Church

“Offering Time!”

“Blessing Investment time”

“Offering Time”

“Blessing Investment time”

Deacon Ade reads the world famous Malachi 3:10. So predictable.
I reach for my offering inside the left breast pocket of my Asos jacket without looking. Muscle memory.
That’s how my existence with the church is now.
Not what I am getting or gaining from it now but what I learned as a child and my days at Redeemer’s High School. Think Philippians 4:13.

My relationship with the church is not symbiotic (denoting a mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups).
It feels very one-sided. But to which side does the current flow?
There is a disconnect.

Growing up a Pastor’s kid exposed me to much of the insights and inner workings of the church.
I saw the politics, the hypocrisy and the far removed behaviors of the people of God.
Sometimes knowing too much is a curse.
I soon became jaded. Unable to tolerate the glaring flaws of the church and its people.
I saw them for who they really were, who we really are. A bunch of liars and hypocrites all trying to figure it out.
Convenient Christians.

I hear more about tithes than I hear about love and spiritual growth.
Everything is tied to the money.
Don’t get me wrong, pay your tithes. If you are lucky to attend a transparent church, you’ll most likely see the tangible benefits of your tithing.
But why do churches make themselves seem so thirsty for the money?
I watch my Pastor every week and sometimes I don’t think he realizes it. How slowly, he gets sucked into speaking about tithes during every sermon.
He wants to rally the troops to do the right thing, but inadvertently, he turns away folks who want more than “make your check out to RCCG Solomon’s Porch”

It almost feels like the eyes of the world are open but the sacred lair of the church remains impenetrable.
The misogyny is toxic and choking. Almost every conversation or teaching reeks of it and saddens me a great deal.
From teachings like “there is no such thing as marital rape” to the debilitating pressure placed on women to seek marriage. It is too much.
I find myself in a state of rage in a place that should foster peace and safety.
Women are told what to wear while men are free to do as they please.
We have a lady in the choir. Beautiful and extremely talented. Making her an easy target for the “older women of God”
Let me not forget to mention that she is well endowed all over her body. Curves to match her talent.
If it’s not forcing her to wear a robe, it’s pulling her off the altar in the middle of ministering because they feel like her body will tempt the men.
Or the absurdity of a recent incident when they made her go into the bathroom to prove to them that she was wearing panties.
Are we serious?
In 2018? People of God!
That would be fine if the rules were fair but in that same congregation, there are men that are committing adultery and stepping outside their marital homes, but who pulls them off the altar?
Who checks their withered penises to make sure they are not having sex?
Nobody.
Because the church doesn’t want to move forward and see women as free and equal.

Let’s not get into how the church is always screaming for young adults to get married but doing a poor job in preparing them.
Nothing on money management, counseling, patience, and family planning – but every Sunday it’s “we are waiting to come and eat rice”
Rada Rada!’’

The church is not all lost.
It is still a place of true fellowship and in some places, it is a safe haven but the church right now is losing its people.
People are disconnected.
We need a recharge.

This is my 200th post on my blog. Thank you to every single person that has supported me. I appreciate you.
God will never forget you and anything you do will prosper.

Thank you!

~ The Wordsmith

 

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