Saturday Brunch (5) – The Grand Finale.


“Kitan, stop shouting alright. Sound carries in this house, Lamide might hear you.”

“Oluseeni, I don’t give a damn! Stop giving excuses! Answer my question!”

“Kitan, please forget Lucy. Stop shouting ehn. I can hear something, I think Lamide might be coming back.”

“Chinelo, I won’t keep quiet! Lucy is up to –”

“Oh, Lamide, you’re back already? Is the food…oh God, are you crying? Are you alright? What’s the matter?”




“Please… Lucy, don’t even start. I heard what… I heard everything.”

“You… you heard what? Lamide, what are you talking about?”

“Stop! Just stop it! I heard everything! I knew… I knew that as soon as I left, you people would start talking about me so… so I walked a bit, as if I was going to the kitchen, then I tiptoed back and stayed behind the door and… I heard everything you were saying…”

“Lamide, sit down. Please stop crying.”

“Shut up! Shut up, Chinelo, shut up! Kitan, so it was you. It was you! Throughout November last year, that was you!”

“Lamide, Lamide you need to relax. This is a big misunderstanding, please relax, and stop crying.”

“Don’t tell me to relax! You had an affair with my husband!”

“Oh my God, Lamide, where’d you get that from? Please don’t go making wild accusations!”

“Lucy, I swear to God, if I hear one more thing from you, I will make you regret it!”

“Jesus Christ! Did you hear that? Did she just threaten me? In my own house?”

“Kitan… Kitan Wright, look me in the eye and tell me you weren’t the one sleeping with my husband. Say you weren’t the one in November last year……………………… Haaa! Oh God! You can’t even look at me! Why? Kitan, why? And I was on your side. I was on your side! I understand what you went through! I grew up in an uncle’s house and he used to beat his wife up all the time and her situation was so hopeless and it was just so horrible! I was on your side! How could you? Why did you do it? Why?”

“Oh my God, Lamide, I don’t know! I don’t know alright! I was sad! I was stressed and I was tired of Yollie and his trouble and Babs used to come to the house with M and he was such a nice guy and –”

“Nice guy?! That nice guy is my husband! But you knew he was married! Didn’t you know he was married?”

“I didn’t think! It just happened! One day in October, he came to the house and Yollie had gone to Abuja and he wanted me to persuade Yollie to give him this job and… and he was telling all these jokes and I was laughing and one thing led to another. It was my fault Lamide. I lost control, I don’t know, something came over me. He kept saying ‘No, I can’t do this, I can’t do this to my wife’ and I told him… I told him if he didn’t, that I would turn Yollie against him. And then after that first time… I couldn’t stop, I wanted him so much… the way he… it was never like that with Yollie and… I kept threatening him with the contract and his business and… you have to understand Lamide, I was frustrated and lonely and I wanted to get even with Yollie so badly!”

“Oh please! That doesn’t justify it! You think every sad, lonely, frustrated woman out there goes around having sex with another woman’s husband?”

“And I wanted a child!”


“Ehn? What was that? Kitan, what did you just say?”

“Oh my God, oh God, oh God…”

“Kitan, Kitan, look at me. Kitan look at me! Kitan, what do you mean you wanted a child?”

“Lucy, please, don’t…”

“Kitan, we don’t understand. Please stop crying. You need to explain. We’re your friends. Please you need to explain.”

“It was his child, Chinelo! It wasn’t Ayoola’s child! It was Babs’ child. And Ayoola knew, that’s why he was so angry.”

“I… I don’t understand. But Ayoola never knew about Babs. It lasted only one month and Ayoola was never around. That’s what you told us…”

“No, Ayoola didn’t know it was for Babs. But he knew it wasn’t his child.”

“Ahn ahn, how? Weren’t you also sleeping with him?”

“I was…”

“So how did he find out?”

“He did… he just knew…”


“Because he can’t have children! He… Ayoola has no sperm…”

“Ehn? Jesus Christ!”

“Oh my God! Kitan… are you serious? That is horrible!”

“I know! It’s part of his problem, why he acts up all the time. And… ah, look at my life! God, I never knew it would be like this! Lamide, I’m so sorry!”

“Ah… but wait, Kitan, what about your first pregnancy?”

“It wasn’t for him Lucy. It wasn’t his. At that time I thought it was but, later when we found out Ayoola had… azoospermia, that’s what the doctor called it, I realized it couldn’t have been. And I had… I slept with someone else around that time too…”


“Oh God, does it matter?!”

“I just hope it wasn’t M…”

“For God’s sake! Ahn ahn! Oluseeni! In fact, get out of here, just get out! My God! You’re so senseless!”

“Chinelo, what now? It’s a legitimate question! This is Mayowa Olaposi we’re talking about, I just had to ask. Kitan knows I don’t mean any harm!”

“Why… why… me, Kitan Bashorun, look at me… ah, I’m so sorry… Lamide, I’m so sorry…”

“Kitan, it’s too late… just forget it. It doesn’t matter. You know what, I can’t… I don’t even know why I’m crying… it’s silly… I already knew. Babs already confessed last year… I just didn’t know that… I can’t believe it was you.”

“Babs… he told you?”

“He did. Throughout November, I suspected something. He was always coming home late, later than usual. And when he got home, he would be angry, snapping at me, and sometimes he would have this look on his face, this hunted look, as if someone was after him… some Saturdays, he would tell me he was going to the office and he wouldn’t look me directly in the eye, it was so unlike him… He wasn’t attending mid-week services anymore, even on Sundays, he was always fidgeting. And sometimes, from the corner of my eye, I’d catch him looking at me, with… with sadness… I didn’t understand. I thought maybe it was the pressure of work, his business was finally taking off and he was stressed… or something. I just… I couldn’t see it. In my head, I just couldn’t see Babs cheating; he wasn’t that kind of guy. He was too… too straightforward. But one day he came home, that was two weeks to Christmas, and he said he wanted to tell me something, and… I don’t know how, it just clicked, in my head. I asked him, I said ‘Babs, are you having sex with someone else?’ and he broke down. He didn’t cry, but he… he sat on the floor in the parlour, and he couldn’t look at me. And he kept saying ‘I’m so sorry’ just like you. He said it was over, that he had just ended it, that it wasn’t anyone I knew, that it was someone he was doing business with, that it was a mistake and it would never happen again. I felt so stupid, so foolish, that it hadn’t occurred to me earlier. I didn’t know what to do or where to go because I just couldn’t stand the sight of him. I didn’t think that I could ever forgive him. And now, look, I’ve been sitting with you Kitan, listening to you, sympathizing… hmm… God is weird sometimes…”

“Lamide, I’m so sorry… I never could have imagined…”

“That you would meet the wife of the man you were committing adultery with? Hmm…”

“Lamide, ok, you can see that Kitan is deeply sorry. Why call her an adulterer now ehn?”

“Uh, Oluseeni, so you still don’t have enough sense to stay out of this?”

“Stay out of what, Chinelo? Kitan is my friend, this is my house…”

“Kitan, I don’t hold it against you. You know, after Babs told me what happened, I took my children and we went and stayed with my aunty. I was so bitter! I couldn’t get over it. The betrayal, all the lies Babs had been telling me. But you know what my aunt told me? The woman who had been battered for years; she said ‘Olamide, go home. When a Christian gets married, it is a vow to God. Not just to the other person, but to God.’ She said, ‘God already knows all that will befall His child in that marriage and all the hurts that will come, but all God wants to see is a demonstration of commitment to that vow. Nothing else.’ She asked me, she said ‘Has Babs apologized?’ and I said ‘Yes’ and she said ‘Is he genuinely sorry?’ and I said ‘I think so’, then she said to me, ‘Go home Olamide. I know you’re a true Christian. Show it. A true Christian understands forgiveness. Without forgiveness, there can be no peace’.”


“Then she asked me, and this was what broke me, more than anything else, she asked me, ‘Olamide, why did I stay with your uncle all those years? Do you know?’ I said, ‘Because you were praying and hoping that he would change, Aunty’ and she said, ‘Yes. I was. But the reason I stayed was because I knew that if I left Bolaji, then no one else would be able to reach him and show him what God’s love is really like. Nobody else could show him the way I showed him. If I had left, Bolaji would have died alone, a bitter, angry, confused old man. But he saw me. I stayed. When everybody left, when everyone else was tired of him, I stayed. Despite all he did.’ She said, ‘Bolaji saw me, and through me, Olamide, he saw Christ. Sometimes a wife is the only one who can save her husband. Sometimes as a Christian, you are called to make sacrifices for Jesus, painful ones… you have to take up your cross and show the world the power of your faith. Thank God Bolaji saw the love of Christ in me and before he died, he begged for my forgiveness. But I had forgiven him a long time ago. Go home Olamide. Marriage is like life. You cannot run away from pain. People will never stop these painful things. But marriage is for life. What you can do is let everybody see Christ in you and then you pray. After that, the rest is in God’s hands.’ ”

“Lamide, are you preaching to us now?”

“Shut up, Lucy! For God’s sake, respect yourself just a little!”

“Chinelo what now? What’s the problem?”

“Kitan that was what my Aunty said. That evening, I went back home. It took a while, I won’t lie, before I could look at Babs and not see what he had done. Even now, I can’t say it doesn’t hurt anymore. Just seeing you here today, and discovering it was you… I felt so… But I’ve let it go. I have. Just look at me. Am I still crying? No. Forgiveness is peace, Kitan. And before I leave here, let me tell you what I think. I won’t say go back to your husband Ayoola. That’s up to you. But you must forgive him. You must let go of what he’s done to you. Otherwise even you, you won’t have peace. And if you choose to go back to Ayoola, you must go back for the right reasons. Don’t go back to Ayoola for the reasons your friends have given. Money, prestige, just to stay married, no… I’m sure they mean well, but don’t listen to them.”

“She shouldn’t listen to us?! Excuse me Lamide, who do you think you are? You come in here, to my house, as an invited guest and you start sermonizing… who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Lucy, keep quiet and let her talk.”

“Kitan, if you decide to go back, let him know that you are not an animal for him to mistreat however he likes and that he must stop it. He must. But even if he doesn’t Kitan, you must know who you are. Don’t let him make you feel worthless. You are a human being, a child of God. God hates it whenever His children are in pain. It’s not His will. If Ayoola keeps beating you and you can’t take it Kitan then move out. You don’t have to stay there. But don’t divorce him. Marriage really is for life and people change. They do. Give Ayoola a chance to change. You know, when I was growing up, I would look at my aunty and wonder how she could remain so cheerful. In fact, sometimes, it was as if her skin, the bruises my uncle gave her, as if they healed overnight. The next morning, her face would look almost normal. But when she talked to me that day, I understood. It was because she had a reason, a purpose for remaining there. If you go back to Ayoola, Kitan, you must understand that purpose. You must know why.”


“Lucy, thanks for the invitation. I’m leaving now. You know, I never wanted to come here. But Babs was so insistent. He just kept pestering me till I said I’d go. And I know why now. He knew you would be here Kitan. He’s still not sure that I’ve forgiven him. He’s testing me. I should be angry but… Babs hasn’t forgiven himself. Otherwise why would he send me here? Still, I don’t think… I’m going to tell him to stop all this business with Ayoola and your husband Lucy. It’s not helping him.”

“Lamide, thank you for what you said. I really didn’t… I’m sorry for everything. Please.”

“I’ve forgotten it Kitan. So should you. Excuse me.”

“Bye Lamide. Thank you for coming. See you another time! ……..…………. Jesus! Can you imagine that thing, that small rat coming to my house and preaching! To who? Talking about ‘love of Christ’ and ‘child of God’! So, we’re sinners now abi? Nonsense! Kitan, please ignore the little twat. I’m so sorry I invited her. I just thought it would be really amusing to observe you and her in the same environment. And can you imagine, until she overheard us, she had no clue! But it was a silly idea. Sorry Kitan, ma binu jare. Ah, thank God, the sandwiches are here! Kennedy, what took you so long? Ahn ahn, we’ve been waiting here for you since forever!”

“Sorry, Madam, it was the –”

“Never mind! Just put them over here. Thank you, Kennedy. Girls, these are the famous chicken sandwiches I was talking about. Oh my God, just try one! They are divine!”




15 thoughts on “Saturday Brunch (5) – The Grand Finale.” by Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer)

  1. Wow!!!
    This is superb!
    Nice ending. More than nice actually.

  2. Nice stuff Gboyega. Really nice. Well done.

  3. Thanks guys. Can’t tell you how much I appreciate your compliments. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  4. I like. It was well worth reading. Thumbs up!

    1. Thanks Uche. E se gan…lol!

  5. That Lucy is one piece of work sha. I would’ve liked to see Kitan’s reaction to all this.

    Well done Gboyega, I think you should flesh this out if possible, it’s a great story. Don’t know about the preaching at the end :)

    1. Thanks Myne…appreciate your comments. Yes, feel the same way about Lucy….the sort of character who’d be interesting to meet in real life, annoying but somewhat hilarious…

      By fleshing out, dyou mean I should work on this a prose piece, as in conventional narrated prose? And also, was the ‘preaching’ a bit too much, do you think? What I mean is was this conclusion realistic?

  6. Yeah. I feel like the whole sermon thing took the entire story off on another tangent….and then Lucy was crying at the beginning…and then she asks ‘Am I crying?” That felt off for me. I think it would have been more…if she said something like “Am I crying NOW?” or “Am I still crying?”

    Beautiful conclusion.

    1. Mr Odukoya, not sure I understand HOW exactly the ‘preaching’ took it off on another tangent, and Lamide was the one crying, not Lucy. And Lamide did say ‘Look at me, am I still crying?’

      Thanks for reading and commenting sha. Appreciate it. I wondered whether people would like this ending, especially Lamide’s bit but this is it, this is what everything else was leading up to…

  7. wow
    hmmm, I still want to see a book…not of the ‘gossip’ per se but, a book where the xtrs are fleshed out.
    pls, try to really shorten the dialogues.
    really nice one

    1. Aunty Adaobi, thank you jare. lol. Happy to see ur comment. I’ve taken note of all the corrections…in reworking this for myself, will attend to the lenthy dialogue issues…and since u’re the second person asking for ‘fleshing out’, will look into it. See what I can do with this story.

      Thanks for enjoying the series to the end. E seun.

  8. This is one superb ending. The whole story was perfectly done.

    1. Thanks Lade. Strange avatar oh…

  9. Hehehehe…Nice story, all in all…

    1. Thanks a lot Oga Raymond..

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