Lotanna Laments: Meeting Gori (Part III)

To start with: Please blame Ejay (madam, Avocado and Nuts) and not Lotanna, for not posting in 4 months, I don't know whats wrong with that girl. Her inconsistency won't let me be great. This is Lotanna; Gori's wife, please read the following post as a continuation of the last post, once again, I apologise on behalf of Ejay for the super duper late post.

Recap: Meeting Gori Part II

I wish I could sit here and type to you that I am happily married. I wish I could write the same things I wrote two posts ago about how I love the way he smells and all that hollywood dreamy type of love. I am miserable and there is nothing I can do about it. Gori is not only unable to satisfy me sexually, he has a violent side, and I have reason to believe that he is actually not into girls. So in all of this I am just a paycheck that doubles as a pawn for keeping up appearance.

After the smack on the back of my palm. Needless to say, I was very upset and so I went to my fathers house. Gori must have realised I was displeased because he sent bunch of messages and was waiting for me when I returned home. He said he would have come to my house but he didn't want to create a scene or have anyone thinking we were already on rocky ground. I asked him why he hit me and he said 'babe I didn't hit you' It was a smack, it was reflex and I sincerely apologise. We got past that but tension went up by about 5%. A few weeks after, Goris mum became really ill and had to be flown to India for treatment (She eventually passed away, but we'd get to that). Without question, we postponed and later suspended the wedding. Yes, my white wedding had been moved to the list of things that had a TBD (to be discussed) stamp.

We had a small court wedding with barely anyone in attendance. Mummy and Aunty Chinelo were greatly displeased but there was no room for insensitivity so everyone played along. Then, Goris' mum passed, it was such a devastating period for him I tried to be as loving and caring as I could. But Gori seemed to prefer the company of Silas and I understood that, I mean, they are related and basically grew up together, so they shared a bond I couldn't understand, plus it was a difficult time.

There was no talk of white wedding, like we weren't even going to mention it. We had agreed that we'd wait for the funeral and remembrance before we have the wedding. Mummy and Aunty Chinelo were clearly unhappy about it, they said and i quote "Nne, it's not done, white wedding 2 years after traditional, ahn!! How many people will we explain to?". The man just lost his mother, I wasn't going to jeopardise my peace by insisting on a loud wedding or a wedding at all. Honestly, I was okay with the traditional and court weddings.

Gori spent more time at the office, I used to wait for him but then he begged me not to that he didn't want to burden me with that and so i stopped. One night, I couldn't sleep and so I occupied myself with youtube videos, I heard the gate open and looked through my window, Gori drove in, parked his car and went straight to the back of the house. It's 1am, certainly Silas is asleep, I lay down anticipating his arrival, 30 mins, One hour an hour and a half; No Gori. I got up, threw on my robe and headed downstairs, I switched on the light in the stairwell, then the one in the hall way, then the one in the living room still no Gori. Then I went to the kitchen. It was when I was about to switch on the lights in the kitchen that I saw Gori coming out of Silas's room, Silas came out with him wearing nothing but a scarf around his waistline. He planted a big, long, wet kiss on my husbands lips, rubbed his back as if to console him and then went back inside.

Silas's room is part of the guest house which is really just my glorified "boys quarters"

I watched this film trick from my kitchen and I was certain that it was a dream, i almost pinched myself.... none of them noticed me. The kitchen lights were still off, I quickly went up to my room trying not to make any sounds but I had forgotten to put off the lights that I put on.

Gori came up and said 'babe, this one you left all the lights on'. I didn't even have mouth to respond.

I just lay in shock on my bed.

Lotanna Laments: Meeting Gori (Part II)

Link to Meeting Gori (Part 1)

I went back to lagos carrying with me unpleasant reminders of my failed sexual experience.  Going back to Lagos, I was confronted with the reality of being married i.e. I had to move to Gori's house, my dad said it was a taboo for me to sleep in his house after he has received bride price on my head; (certainly he was being dramatic, but yea, I started moving into Gor's house in bits and pieces). The first night I slept there as Mrs Ogunbanjo we had yet another distasteful sexual encounter uugh! Listen, I love Gori, I love everything about him. I love the way he smells, I love the way he twitches when he is caught in a lie. I love the way he smiles at me everytime he thinks I am about to start a fight. I love the way he holds the door open for me. I love that he watches my TV shows with me and begs me to let him watch soccer in peace. I love that he tells me everything, where he is going, who he is with and when he will be back. Gori has a short temper but he never loses it with me, come to think of it, we've never really had an actual fight. He lost it with the security guard at my dad's place once, he was fiercly furious, I was so scared. I also witnessed him yell at his mum and almost immediately beg her for forgiveness. But he has never as much as yelled at me. I mean i've gotten stern looks but thats about it... I digress

I am married to Gori now, we've lived together Seventeen days, we are happy together. I promise you its all bliss; Aunty Chinelo says i should enjoy it, that when reality hits me i'd have these memories to fall back on (she's so encouraging *insert sarcastic emoji*). Our sex life is miserable but only Nnenna and I know that.  As far as Gori and the rest of the world; IG, twitter and snapchat followers included are concerned, my life is beautiful and by God it was.

All was well and good until I had my first reality check, which seemed like nothing at first but escalated rather quickly. It was a beautiful normal sunday morning Gori and I were prepped and ready to go to church, his cousin Silas who lives with us and has a very very very feminine side delightedly took a photo of us and I, in my normal fashion put it up on my Instagram feed, to 'feed' my followers. Per usual, it was accompanied with a happy go lucky caption. As we rode to church, i received an IG notification, alas a comment from "@xyz :"aunty please, enough with your marital bliss brouhaha". I didn't know when i uttered "ahn ahn".  Gori asked whatsup, I was like nothing Jare all these haters. I took a screenshot and sent it to Nnenna, Alexis and Shola. Topic will be revisited post-service.

When I got out of service, my Instagram DM had exploded, the girls were furious. Apparently, @xyz did not go to church because, she deleted her comment and then went on twitter to let off some steam

Tweet 1: All these recently married people that won't allow us hear word
Tweet 2: You haven't done your homework, quick quick you have paid his bride price. I am sure you think he paid yours
Tweet 3: You don't just jump into the arms of any man with a nice face and nice front in the name of marriage, you should ask around
Tweet 4: Make sure he is clean before you make your marriage public. At night he's with someone else, the next morning you are posting pictures
Tweet 5: Typical that he'd pick you though, rich, pretty stupid virgin. What a front.

Ahn Ahn, who is this person and what is she talking about?.. that was my response to the group chat

Nnenna was the stalker, she followed the girl to get deets about her, the only thing we could decipher was that she was friends with Silas's best friend Yinka. Yinka was a loud harmless girl who came around every now and then to hang with Silas, they called themselves best friends.

That conversation happened via a series of vigorous funny and sarcastic texts over Instagram DM, i typed away as we were on the way home from church and I was exclaiming every step of the way.  Gori knows how I get when I am on the phone, so he has gotten used to me and my solo expressions when I am texting. I don't know if I was being naive or a novice but I honestly found it funny until I decided to gist my husband. As soon as we pulled up to the house I said "Babe please do you know any @xyz on IG. He said no and quickly looked away. I saw Silas snicker a little and walk away too.

Hahn Okay, is there some kind of prank going on, someone needs to Let me in on it.
Me: Babe, for real (I tried to gist him ).. Mid gist Gori straight up yelled at me saying
"Lotanna, I have told you I don't know this person, I have also told you several times to stop putting everything on the internet. Well there you have it, a troll on your hands"
Me: ahn ahn, please chill we are not fighting, I am just giving you gist
Gori (Now standing and looking at me rather fiestily): No one said we are fighting, I just don't need this type of attention)
Me: Gori
Gori: I'm no longer having this conversation
Me: Gori, why are you taking this thing so personal
Gori: Please leave my sight

I burst into laughter, Gori please whats doing you, it's not that serious. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, "abi is @xyz your girlfriend"

Gori smacked the back of my palm really hard and said "enough of this talk". He got up and stormed off.

At this point I'm standing in my living room utterly confused as to how that happened. Why is he angry, what's doing him and why the hell will he hit me like that or even speak to me like that

Lotanna Laments: Meeting Gori (Part I)

Following that unfortunate sexual experience, I gave Gori another go at coitus the following day. Alas another failure, it was another brief and disappointing experience. I said to him 'did you Iike it' he responded 'baby you are like over ripe banana, you are too sweet'. At this point I am not sure what to make of that, I said “is that a yes or a no”

Gori; 'it's a no, I didn't like it, I loved it” Grinning ear to ear as he spoke, he scooped me up, kissed my neck and put me back on the bed in an attempt to commence another unpleasant 7 minutes, I curled myself away and said I was tired.

Mcccw, selfish much, why didn’t he ask me, if I liked it. I would have had the opportunity to tell him then without murdering his Ego.

Gori left for the airport while I packed up to check out. I packed up everything; soiled bedsheet inclusive (I dropped 20k on the side stool as a token for taking away their bedsheet).

The next couple of days were a bit turbulent because I could not get my mind off it.  There was nothing to compare Gori to, so I wasn’t even sure if there was a problem. Maybe that’s how it works and after a while there’s a build up. You guys, something is not right mehn, It was particularly uncomfortable, It was unpleasant, all I wanted was for him to reach his climax and just leave me alone.

What a cliché I might have become. It's one of two things, it's either this sex thing grows on people or I have become the driver that didn't test drive before buying the car. So I decided to ask Nnenna, she said 'my first time was a mess too, I hated it but then i learnt that Richard was as much a child as me, we were both unaware of what we were doing... After a few experiences with my kind of men, sigh... babes once you find the right man, you get it right, you won’t go back.

Then she said “In your case, you have to make Gori Work”
Me: “Nne please how, what will be my base line? How will I make it work”
Nnenna:  “Please go and watch porn, watch Game of thrones, Learn what Khaleesi learnt to turn Drogo into her lover”
Me: “Now you are just messing around, Nnenna I need help”
Nnenna: When you come to Lagos now, we’ll try to teach you a thing or two
Me: Nnenna, please don’t tell anyone about this
Nnenna: (laughing) no I wont

Lotanna Laments: He met my precious

Wedding bells are ringing, my Mum and Aunty Chinelo are bringing their A game. They had gone to Dubai to source gold and some fabric. Aunty Chinelo said she would pay for my hair and make up she was getting one of the big names to do it. That was her present to me. 

My mum had informed everyone who cared to listen. Traditional wedding was scheduled for 25th April and white wedding "5th September". They had to be well apart so Mummy and Aunty Chinelo would have more time to plan and spend money and travel.  I wanted a small wedding in Mauritius or Greece but Gori's mum was unwell and unfit to travel for festivities so I agreed to Tinapa, Calabar, I'd never visited the place, but I'd seen pictures and there is nothing a good event planner and wedding decorators cannot bring to live. Have you seen bellanaija lately. Lol, I said to Gori "with the right decor, we would do this wedding in my fathers back yard and it would look like the coast of France"

When they returned from their trip to Dubai, Aunty Chinelo had bought me some incense and scented oils and candles, she said "This is for your special night, and I don't mean September".  My eyebrows formed a unibrow in utter confusion "What?". 

"Tanna please, I was married once baby, men like nice scents, all over"

I could not believe Aunty would say that to me, so I started to leave the room and she said "In our culture, you are his wife immediately after 25th of April, every thing else is glamorous festivities"

I just left her. Fast forward to the night after my traditional wedding i.e. 26th April. I was super excited. Gori and I were lodged in a hotel in Imo State. He was going to head back to Lagos in two days and Mummy and Aunty Chinelo assured me that I was now his wife, with all their suggestive innuendos. So you know what? Why not?. I was ready, I was ready to grant a Man access to 'my precious'. Finally I will feel a man inside me. I will understand all that Nnenna and Alexis talk about. I will be able to contribute to their nasty sex-related conversations. I will try all the styles I have been secretly making mental notes of.  Somebody will finally will feel the moisture between my legs. Who better than the love of my life?

I had very sexy lingerie gifted to me by Nnenna, Sola (another friend) sent me some pornographic videos and games. The scented oils and candles were setting the atmosphere and my perfume lingered everywhere. I took a shower, put on my lingerie, lay in bed and awaited the return of Gori. He was having drinks with his friends down at the Hotel bar, I was with them for a little bit, he had texted an hour ago saying he'd be up in an hour, so my timing was right. In my head, he would come in, take a shower, kiss me and touch me and do bad things to me. Gori came in jumped on the bed 'yelled my wife'!!!!! Kissed me a little bit and passed out.

By the next morning he woke up with a bad headache and alcohol breath So instead of glowing and reminiscing on how great my 1st coital experience was, I was feeding my new husband painkillers and placing an ice pack on his head.

He isn't leaving till tomorrow, and there are no friends to get drunk with tonight, so it's fine, I will try again tonight and it'd be perfect. 

He didn't notice my lingerie or the scent and I blamed it on the drunkenness. I assured my self that Gori would notice tonight. He has to, he knows I've never done this before, we've never done it before, certainly it must be magical, it has to be perfect. It's a given now, the movies, Cynthia's stories, the novels, the first night was always perfect.

I went to see my parents that evening, when I got back to the hotel, there were rose petals on the bathroom, the bathtub was filled with water and soap lather. I smiled and said "what is this Gori?" he responded "You are my wife now, I am sorry I got shitfaced yesterday, take a bath and come and be sexy for me". Ahn! this is it!!! My special night. When I came out of the shower Gori was waiting for me, I unwrapped me from my towel as sexily as I could, what next though? what was I supposed to do now? I stared at the floor for about 50 seconds and sheepishly rushed to the bed where I lay in wait for whatever action he had planned.

He came up to me and kissed me from my belly button all the way up to my lips. He kissed me deeply and then he started gently yet viciously touching my body. I could feel the moisture. He said 'let me know if it hurts' and then I felt him try to "penetrate my precious". it was a bit of a struggle but then he succeeded. It hurt a tiny little bit actually, it was more of a confusing discomfort.... he moved up and down in excitement, oohing and aahing while I lay there confused and uncomfortable, it felt like I was furiously and repeatedly trying to fit an oversize tampon in. In a little while he made some loud noises, exhaled in satisfaction and kind of collapsed on top of me. I was shocked at how heavy he was and how brief that whole experience was. I shoved him off gently and curled into 'spoon mode', he hugged me and said 'I love you'. I couldn't reply, I was still disappointed and trying to understand what just happened.

In my head: Is that it? Was that the sex? No.... certainly something is wrong, I had heard stories of one minute men and men with small penis's but no one said it'd be this unbelievable. I was furious - what just happened? 24 years of virginity for this?? Excuse me ?

Lotanna Laments - My Pride and Joy

When I got married I had never been with a man, this is not because I am religious or spiritual. It's because growing up, my mum would tell me that I carry my pride and joy between my legs and the minute a man sees my “precious” (that’s what she calls it) then I can no longer do any 'shakara' and I loved to do 'shakara' . Why wouldn’t I?. My parents instilled confidence in me at a very early age, I had access to all I ever wanted. My dad says I look like an angel and he is not bluffing, I do. My hair is long and curly thanks to my mothers half indian genes. My skin is smooth and light just the way Nigerian Men like it. My dad is very comfortable; If I do say so my self.I am his only girl, so that comfort extends to me.... very very well.

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Yes, I take pride in being a virgin; or should I say I took pride in being a virgin and it had nothing to do with my faith. The best part is was the fact that no man could ever say "oh I have slept with Tanna", no man ever saw my nakedness before my husband and this gave me joy. I was so proud.  More so, I loved the attention I got from men be it because I look like a polished diamond or because they want to be on my fathers good side. 

When I met Gori he was a creepy stalker. It took him 6 months of persistence and coming to my house every evening to get my number. I enjoyed it, making fun of him and telling my mum how desperate he was. Sometimes she will tell me to stop all this gloating and pick a man and settle down. Other times she’d indulge me, I think she knew I liked Gori. 

Four months into his persistence I was head over heels in love with him and would anticipate his arrival at my Gate. One evening he didn’t show up and my heart was racing, I was certain he had an accident because why else would he not come. Certainly he hadn’t given up. The evening after, still no Gori. I was furious, how dare he give up on me.  I would never call Aunty Chinelo to ask for his number, that would require a lot of explanation (I met Gori at Aunty Chinelo’s house warming, she introduced me to him, he manages her myriad of investments.  When she asked me of him afterwards, I sternly said I was not interested in that along with a few other mean things). I was losing my mind and my patience.

Mummy called Aunty Chinelo, after they teased me, she sent his number via text.  When he picked up, he didn’t sound ill.

Me; Hi Gori

Gori; Hi

Me; Please don’t pretend you don’t know who this is

Gori; Tanna, how are you

Me; I haven’t seen you in a few days (My pride forgot it’s place)

Gori; Babe, I am not in town, I had to sort something out in Abuja impromptu and I don’t have any means of contacting you so I was juat waiting till I get back to Lagos tomorrow evening

Me; Well, here’s my number…

The conversation went on and all my guard was dropped, I was in love with Gori and now he and my mum and Aunty Chinelo knew it. Six  months later Gori put a ring on it. I though it was too quick but I was excited anyway.

I’d tease him that he is in such a hurry because he wants access to my precious and he’d say “no rush baby my wife will be mine and mine alone and I will be hers and hers alone." My Pride knew no bounds.

My name is Lotanna Ogunbanjo (nee Ezike) welcome to my world.

Timmyz Tales: They say time heals all wounds

It has stopped Raining. 

My wave of uncertainty is over and my reality has stabilized

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Let me rewind to the pregnancy scare "period".
Throughout my pregnancy scare phase, I was ill most mornings and everything irritated me.  My Boobs were heavier than I could imagine and my mind was doing me over…. I would wake up and chant the pregnancy away in a silent and repetitive chorus “I cannot be pregnant” " I cannot be pregnant" as if I was trying to wish it away. 

I became a heavy Vodka Drinker. For Nine days I was chugging Vodka down straight from the bottle every evening before Fela gets home. Igho said "just take a test and stop hurting your liver, it has nothing to do with this". I wasn't listening. I think I was a little crazy that period.

Fela would come home to me reeking of ethanol and he’d get upset and yell and ask me why I was acting out. In that same moment, he'd put a cold towel over my head and rub my back. His anger was obviously the least of my worries. I always ignored him and slept off after the back rub.

Through out that phase, my routine was: wake up choking and with a head ache, throw up, send a text to Vivian saying “Good morning ma, I’m still under the weather please permit me to work from home”. Then return to bed.. mostly hazed.

One evening Fela sent me a text message saying “we need to talk about whats going on with you” and so I prepared my “How the hell could you be married and not tell me speech” I called Igho, she knew how to ginger things up, she gave me morale. I didn't drink Vodka that evening, I took a shower and waited for him. I was ready to face him.

He came home and sat on the dining table ready for this “Talk”
Of cuss, my heart melted at the sight of his ever so warm smile.

Me; I think I am pregnant

Fela: If that’s the case you should stop drinking

Me: I am not joking

Fela: Me either. Is this fact of hunch

Me: Hunch

Fela: Please take a test. Then he giggled and in typical Fela Fashion he said “It’d be nice to have a mini you disturbing us in this house”.

My head almost popped, is this guy deluded? Or maybe I am the crazy one.

Please note: I still did not deliver my speech

We went out together that evening and bought a pee stick. First thing in the morning. I took a test… Negative

Fela: It’s all the Vodka you have been drinking. Please take a blood test.

His reaction was confusing me, why is he so relaxed. He has a wife and a kid for goodness sake what is wrong with this guy.

Thankfully, there was no need for a blood test because 12hrs after the pee stick my MG arrived… I was overjoyed. Legit Elated.

I sent him a text "I got my "blood" test, No mini-Felas expected"
He replied: Well damn., I was looking forward to us 9 months from now

What a wow!!!

Anyway that pregnancy scare and being relieved of it did something to me, it snapped me straight to sanity. That evening I cooked Fela a nice meal and while he was eating. I inserted his Hard Drive to the TV, selected the wedding video, played it and increased the volume.

Fela froze in his seat and I could feel the Tension rising. He got up and came to look at the TV Screen as though he wanted to verify what he was hearing. Then he looked at me and of course I had no expression, I was not surprised and I had already experienced the hurt so, there was not a lot more to talk about.

Honestly, I hoped he’d say they were no longer together, I hoped he’d say he only had it for archival reasons. Unfortunately, there was no story. He is in fact married to Henrietta and they have a child together. I, Timmy was just a piece of ass, cooking and cleaning another womans’ home. I was his Lagos “wife”. I slept in his house that night and I left the next morning like nothing was wrong. But I came in at lunch time moved all my shit and never went back.

He begged and pleaded and said all sorts of things. He sent flowers and gifts and after a few weeks he ran out of apologies and gifts to send then he sent me a lousy message "I appreciate you T". It took everything in me to not respond to that text.

Honestly a part of me was crushed to pieces after that night. Igho thinks I let him off easy, she thinks I should have put up a fight. That fight would have ended with make up sex, Fela had and still has my mumu button so the best way is to just Ignore him.

My only question though is "How was it going to play out". Why was he okay with us living together. Why was he okay with me getting pregnant. How was that going to play out?

I want to say I am over it, but I am not, I am just moving on. 

Just for closure: I am not with Van Damme or Folarin, they are still my friends. They are both happy that I’m no longer with Fela, they don’t know why and they don’t need to know. I have returned to my RAMSHACKLE sangotedo home, back to my schedule of waking up at 4:45 and getting picked up by Folarin. Van Damme is offering to rent his BQ to me but I think I am still healing from the Fela Saga, so let me just bask in my solitude for now.


My name is Timmy: This is farewell... for now.

Timmyz Tales: Take me Away Part 2

I spent two nights at Folas place, He fed me and let me be. He sensed that something was wrong but that was it. He asked no further questions. I cried that night like I lost someone. I cried like I had heard news of someone’s death. I cried so much that Fela's pillow felt like it was soaked in a pool. I cried myself to sleep and the only person I was mad at was me.

I asked Fela If he was married, he looked at me and said "don't be silly, I'm not".

After the Henrietta situation, I asked him again, he said No.

What the fuck? Why is this happening to me?

Certainly, there is an explanation, but I am not interested in that explanation.

I could have watched the whole thing to even see if it was Henrietta or someone else. My heart was heavy. I was numb. I have been frolicking with a married man. First it was abrupt news of the baby... now this. What story would he have to tell.

The saddest chapter of this drama is; I am not angry at Fela, I am jus sad, I am depressed and disappointed in myself.

Why am I not angry at Fela? 

I still responded to his calls and when he asked why I sounded sober, I said I was coming down with a fever.

What does he have over me, why am I going back to his house. Why am I back here ?

On Sunday evening following that event I went back home. Fela came and picked me from my house. I barely spoke to him. I was just looking at him in awe. He stopped by a pharmacy; (I had made him believe i'd been ill), bought me some medicine, took me home and put me to sleep. My heart was breaking at how foolishly in love I was with someone. I could not bring myself to confront him.... Again. It was like I didn't want to know, I wasn't ready, I was too deflated to fight.

I said nothing. I didn’t go to work on Monday, I called in sick, Fela also called in sick to stay with me (still under the notion that I was ill). 

He was better now, he didn’t seem as insecure and tense as he was before he left. Maybe I shouldn’t talk about it with him. Maybe we should just enjoy this non-problematic days. There’s no way he is married and stating with me the whole time. No one is that irresponsible. It’s probably Henrietta... and that didn’t work out. So why bother?

I decided to take a walk and call Igho.

I narrated my ‘ordeal’ to Igho and she screamed and gasped in her most dramatic manners. Then she said ‘I’m so sorry baby, where are you. You should go to Fola’s place. I don’t want u by yourself

Me: I am at Fela’s place

Igho: I’m sorry, I didn’t get that

Me; I am at Fela’s place

IGho:  Timmy are you mad? Why are you there?

ME: I don’t know

Igho: Have you confronted him?

Me; No

Igho: Timmy.... dem do you dis tin from village. What did this boy give you? Does he beat you? Why are you scared of talking to him? Why are you so obsessed with him?

Igho; How is it that you watched your boyfriends wedding video and you have said nothing about it.

Me; Nothing

Igho: Timmy, I don’t understand you. You enable his bullshit behavior

ME: Igho, he does not have bullshit behavior and you know it

IGho: Do whatever the fuck you want, but pray I never get his number cos if you don’t tell him I will.

It’s been Sixteen days and I still haven’t told Fela. We are happy now. Igho thinks I am crazy. I just want Fela to be happy. His happiness is my happiness. I am often depressed and happy and confused and happy but Fela is happy and that is paramount to me.

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.......

To compound my already turbulent situation. I am in the middle of a pregnancy scare.

My monthly guest is like clockwork and she is never late. She is now four days late and I am too scared to do a test.

Of cuss, I called Igho, but she was too busy focusing on the fact that I am yet to confront Fela.

Deep Sigh 

My name is Timmy...

Why is it that when it rains it pours?