Finding Hubby – Episode 10

Finding Hubby – Episode 10

Its three now months that I’ve been dating Yomi, two months since he proposed so dramatically and all my dreams about marriage were about to come true. I’m now on one tabloid or the other, from City People to Encomium to Saturday Punch. I’m on Linda Ikeji’s blog and Bellanaija. And when they put pictures of me up, I’m not referred to as Tiwa Savage and “guest” in the pictures I appear. Now they know my name. A picture containing Toke and I was tagged as Oyin Clegg and Friend. Toke was mad en, but my profile was hyped plenty (just kidding o). And for all those who were wondering about Yomi’s prowess in bed, let me just tell you that in spite of my (vast) experience, I was surprised that I always seemed to have one thing or the other to learn each time we were in bed.

When Yomi’s people came for the formal introduction, my mother did it like it was the actual engagement.Aso Ebi, souvenirs, photobook and co. She pulled all the stops, and she had every reason to. When they said she should pray, mumsy nearly embarrassed me with all the song and prayer drama. That my mama, she can be a drama queen. Not one to delay, and as money was not a constraint and we both are not kids, we set wedding date for a month later, about a week after his birthday. We intended to start the wedding celebrations with his birthday party and end it with a one of a kind reception bash. As my mama put it, aiye a gbo, orun a mo (translated – the world will hear and the heavens will know).

My greatest fear had been whether Yomi’s family would accept me. Would they like me? I was doing very well on my own, but all these pedigree families always want their sons to marry from their world, especially when he was an only son. And sisters can be so totally mean to whichever girl comes into the life of their only brother.

All my fears were unfounded. They all seemed glad and relieved that Yomi was finally about to settle down, and that he was not going to marry any of his Jamaican, Puerto Rican, French or Italian babes. I felt lucky and blessed. I reminisced on the many disappointments on my journey here. The many reasons I hadn’t gotten married – one I had loved that couldn’t perform in bed. One that thought his wife was meant to be the indentured servant of his lordship. One that wanted me to marry only dreams and talk of great futures. And plenty other orisirisi.

I shall not bore you with the plenty activities that went into the weeks preceding the wedding week. Suffice to say I almost became a bridezilla, armed with my copy of Funke Buknor-Obruthe’s book. By the day of Yomi’s birthday party, I was exhausted, and had been ordered by Yomi to hands off the wedding preparations or there’d be no me left for him to marry.

The birthday party was a blast. We held it at Yomi’s house on Gerard Road in Ikoyi. The house was one of those colonial houses that had a vast compound, a driveway with trees that touched way up in the middle, shielding the sun away and a huge pool. When you live in those kinds of houses in Ikoyi, you had to be old Lagos money, very old money. And this would be my new home soon. I was already trying my hands on marshalling the staff that oversaw the property, no mean feat. By evening when the party began, I was already tired from all the organizing.

See, rich people know how to party. Rich people’s kids are on another level of knowing how to party, maybe because they are not the ones that made the money they spend on the parties. It was at this party that I first met Yomi’s best man. While Yomi was all stability and fun, Adamu was excitement and daredevil adrenaline personified. He wasn’t your typical northerner, his accent was not there at all, and he had those fine Fulani features that money and breeding accentuated further. Where Yomi was dark chocolate, he was yummy butter. And like all of Yomi’s friends I had met, he was into everything that spun money and was mega rich. I quickly steered him towards Toke and all my match making juices began to flow.

Once the party was in full swing, and I had shaken my bumbum to the admiration of Yomi and company and to the contentment of my heart, I decided to retire and sleep. I was too tired after all the work that had gone into putting it together. And I guessed that at some point, he would want to party alone with his boys without having his soon to be wife looking over his shoulder. It was already like 12midnight and the early effects of alcohol had begun to make people more excited. I did a quick check on Toke and she was already doing a good job with Adamu on her own. My good work for the night was done. I wasn’t doing badly as the soon to be chief hostess of the Kester-Jacobs family.

I woke up around 4am and checked my side to see if Yomi had joined me in bed. His side of the bed was empty, but the noise of the party had stopped so I knew the party was over. I checked my bb and saw a couple of messages. The only ones I bothered to read before I got up were Toke’s messages. Adamu had dropped her off at home at about 2am and things were looking promising with him. I tumbled out of bed and began to pick things up all over the house, sort of sleep walking through the house, hoping to see Yomi sleeping on some couch or bed in one of the many rooms. I couldn’t find him after about twenty minutes of wondering around the big house. I’m not one to panic but I have a sixth sense, and this morning, it was telling me to find my man.

The house was a mess. I strayed into the kitchen. The plump cook, Clara was already up, cleaning after the party. “Madam, good morning o”, she greeted. “Clara, how are you. Have you seen your oga?”

“Oga follow Oga Adamu commot”, she answered.

Relieved that he had not run off with some random girl, I went back into the main house. That also meant Toke didn’t do badly, Adamu left her so he could have some boy catching up time with Yomi. I made a mental note to let Toke know this.

I wandered around the house for a bit. And if it hadn’t been so quiet that early in the morning (and I hadn’t been so idle) I wouldn’t have heard it. But faint as it was, I heard sounds coming from the direction of Yomi’s home office. I picked up pace as I moved towards the office.

As I got closer to the office, the sounds got louder, even though they were still somewhat muffled. My heartbeat quickened as I approached the door and the blood began to pound in my ears. My imagination ran a marathon in the short distance I covered to reach it.

I opened the door, slightly at first, and the muffled sounds became clear. Yomi’s voice. And another. I angrily threw the door open, imagining the evil things I would do to the girl I was about to catch my man with.

I got the shocker of my life. Yomi was making love to Adamu on the office table.

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19 thoughts on “Finding Hubby – Episode 10” by Tunde Leye (@tundeleye)

  1. Avatar of sassystel
    sassystel (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Hehehehe… I saw that coming. This episode was a little bit predictable. Still love it though. Poor, little Oyin Clegg.

  2. Avatar of Daireen
    Daireen (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Well…
    The ending coulda packed more punch :)
    Well done.

  3. Finely woven. That shoulda been ‘wandering round d house’ instd of wondering..

  4. Avatar of Seyi
    Seyi (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Did you stick to your hunky bi or jilt him? WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 11!!!!!!

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    Myne (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    I didn’t see that coming or maybe Yomi was too good to be true.

  6. Avatar of topazo
    topazo (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Wow..nice twist to the drama…

  7. Avatar of schatzilein
    schatzilein (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Jesu Christi……damn damn damn…..bloody hell…lol excuse my French….this was goood

  8. Avatar of adams
    adams (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    I have to go start from episode one I think.

  9. Avatar of Caring
    Caring (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    I am oliver twist.

  10. Avatar of Melody
    Melody (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Abasi mmi mbok!!! (excuse my vernacular) Oyin tell me this is not true,What!(i’m not that surprise, he sounded too good to be true)

  11. Avatar of danfo girl
    danfo girl (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    this Yomi Kester Jacob guy was too good to be true….so oyins gonna end up with the rose bearing friend/colleague who came to meet her at the airport…she just doesn’t know it yet abi? that’s probably because we never ever see whats right in front of us…

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      danfo girl (@): Newbie - 0 pts

      oops! i just went back and read episode 9. Ossy is already married to Gloria… Damn! who is Honey Clegg going to end up with now? smh oo!!!

  12. A nice twist but a little too predictable. I thought you’d use some unconventional words to garnish the disappointing discovery. Heading straight to begin with episode one. Keep it coming!

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      omojola (@): Newbie - 0 pts

      ‘I watched Yomi get off Adamu” or something less in our face would have been a perfect end to a well seated – moment of truth and reckoning episode. And I think the ladies ages – 35, 36- makes the comedy a little sour. Like, there’s nothing funny about an unmarried (but desperately eager to be married) 36yr old lady. Late twenties would have been the bomb.
      i have read from Episode 1 till now and have not commented cause I was waiting for something. Good going though. Can’t but keep reading.

  13. Avatar of katiee
    katiee (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    PREDICTABLE NI??…i didnt see that coming…next please!!!

  14. Avatar of lactoo
    lactoo (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    good. This concept is really. I saw it coming, i had done a story akin to this b4. Thumbs up. More please.

  15. Very punchy ending to a juicy story. cheers

  16. Your tyre don flat be that,lol

  17. Avatar of Da'Queen
    Da'Queen (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    what the heck!!!!!!!!! mehn you are good!

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