*KOGSTAR INNOVATIONS*

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 12) Good day!” Lara smiled as walked into the sitting room. “Welcome.” Tony replied, he didn’t return her smile. “How have you been? Hope I didn’t stay for too long?” she squatted beside him. “Fine.” he looked away. “Are you okay?” lara noticed the worried look on his face. “I’m okay.” Lara watched him for a while, she knew definitely this bad mood wasn’t cos of her, perhaps something went wrong. “I heard your parents came alongside my mother while I was away…” she tried again. “Yes.” “What did they come to do? I mean what did they say?” she asked. “Nothing…theyjust came to say hi to us!” Tony was still avoidng her eyes. “thats not true!” Lara knew he was lying. Tony bit his lower lip. “please tell me what happened.” she pleaded patting his arm. “your mum wants this marriage to be dissolved.” he blurted out. She laughed quitely “So is that why you’re moody?” “yes…she called me names…even my parents got their share of the insults!” the words seem

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 11) Tony winced a little, he felt like easing himself,  he had pressed the beeper for more than twenty times now but Lara is yet to show up. He wondered if she was trying to punish him, because on a normal day, she’d have cleaned him up and served him his food.. He pressed the beeper five more times but she didn’t come. He decided to help himself into the wheel-chair standing by his bed side. He pushed himself towards the bed’s edge, he took hold of the wheel chair and attempted to hop in. He lost his balance and almost toppled over… “Hey! What are you doing?” It was Lara, he didn’t look back, he wasn’t sure if the scowl he saw yesterday was still there. “Errrm…” he tried to speak as she balanced him on the wheel. “Morning to you Tony…” she wheeled him towards the Loo. “I was answering a call when I heard the beeper…” “Here…steady…sorry…easy…” were her words as she helped him into the the bath tub. “I’ll be back in a jiffy” Lara said looking away, she

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 10) “Good morning sir!” Lara greeted her father in-law as she wheeled Tony towards the waiting car. “Hope you slept well?” Ifiora said as he helped Tony into the car. “Fine sir.” Lara smiled. “Errm…I’l be going to see my mother, she asked me to come over.” Lara told Tony. “Okay, then, see ya later.” he waved at her. She waved and watch them drive away. She suddenly wished Tony won’t ever get on his feet, at least, so that he would continue to be nice. ... “Mum you asked to see me.” Lara said with a frown, she was getting irritated by her mother’s silence. “Yes Lara, my daughter. Hmm.” Funke said with a sigh. “So?” Lara’s frown grew deeper. “hmm, Lara omo mi, you know I love you, you are my only child…” Funke began meditatively. Lara laughed quietly, this woman didn’t call her over to tell her that. “Meanwhile, how’s Tony’s health?” Funke didn’t look happy. “They just left for the hospital this morning, he’ll be better soon, he'll be flown to Ca

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 7) “Thank you” Lara said giving some naira notes to a cab driver. She took a deep breathe, and glanced around her. The magnificent church was standing before her. She had brought her case to God. She wondered if God would listen to her again. The last time she came to church was when her father was alive, she was ten years then… “Good morning sir” she greeted a man in security uniform. “Please is the Resident Pastor around?” “Yes, let me tell him you want to see him.” the security man replied before speaking into a telecom. “he said you should come in.” “Thank you sir!” Lara said before walking towards the church basement. She muttered a silent prayer before knocking. “Come in.” pastor Wilson said from within “Good morning Pastor Wilson.” she flexed her knee. “Morning sister…please sit!” Lara sat on a chair facing him, clutching at her hand bag. “You came to see me?” Pastor Wilson asked. “Yes pastor, My name is Omolara Popoola..”

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 5) “Haaaa! Are you kidding me?” Deji screamed at her sobbing friend. “Dear friend that’s my story..” Lara wiped a tear “oh Lara you are too soft…she’s been in this house for weeks now, and you can’t throw her out?” Deji squealed. “I think she has come to stay…” Lara began to say. “Come to stay for where? Lara don’t just provoke me o! I wonder why I wasn’t in town all this while…” Deji bit her finger. Just then Sophia walked lazily into the sitting room, she cat walked towards the fridge. “Errm…Lara?” Sophia called out sipping from a bottle of yoghurt. “Ma?” Lara said rising to her feet, to the surprise of Deji. “Isn’t it high time you prepare lunch? I’m starving.” Sophia added authoritatively. “Okay ma, Let me…” Lara began to say. “Shut up!” Deji cut her short. “Who is your ‘ma’ ? This ingrate? This monster with a face of a donkey?” Deji chided her. “Who are you referring to?” Sophia dropped her bottle. “You!” Deji replied rising up.

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 9) Lara folded her arms round her chest as she watched her mother in-law pack some fruits into a basket. “You’re going out” she said rather than asked. “Yes, but I’ll be back soon.” Amara replied covering the basket with a table cloth. “I’m coming with you…” Lara began to say. “No…” “I’m coming with you!” she said firmly. “Lara, you can’t come with me, okay?” Amara tried to soothe her. “Is there anything wrong? You’ve been going out now for the past one week, and…and… Or is there anything you’re hiding from me?” Lara said with a frown. “Now, Lara relax your nerves, okay. Stay back, I’l buy you something when I’m coming back.” Amara patted her. “Okay then…I’l be going back to my place.” Lara pouted. “Lara! You can’t…” “I can’t stay here all alone!” Lara began to cry. Amara sighed, she knew her game is up. She need to tell Lara the truth. But how would she start? Tony would be discharged that night. “Errm..Lara, Tony had an accident, he

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 7) “Thank you” Lara said giving some naira notes to a cab driver. She took a deep breathe, and glanced around her. The magnificent church was standing before her. She had brought her case to God. She wondered if God would listen to her again. The last time she came to church was when her father was alive, she was ten years then… “Good morning sir” she greeted a man in security uniform. “Please is the Resident Pastor around?” “Yes, let me tell him you want to see him.” the security man replied before speaking into a telecom. “he said you should come in.” “Thank you sir!” Lara said before walking towards the church basement. She muttered a silent prayer before knocking. “Come in.” pastor Wilson said from within “Good morning Pastor Wilson.” she flexed her knee. “Morning sister…please sit!” Lara sat on a chair facing him, clutching at her hand bag. “You came to see me?” Pastor Wilson asked. “Yes pastor, My name is Omolara Popoola..”

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 4) “5 am!” Lara said as she rolled n her bed. She had been sleepless all night. She pulled her Bible, read some Psalms before saying some prayers of appreciation to her creator. She washed her face, and walked slowly out of her room. She decided to make breakfast early, so that by the time ‘the devil’ will wake-up, she would be safe away in her room. She walked past the guest room, Soft moans escaped the door. She stopped momentarily and listened some more. Where’s Tony? She tip-toed into his room. It was empty, no sign like someone slept there last night. She felt like mad as she rushed back to the guest room.. She heard Sophia giggling.. David’s grunts were audible now.. Yikes! He was making love to her, right inside their matrimonial home? She tapped the door sharply, the whole place fell silent. She knocked some more before Tony opened the door. Their eyes met, she held his gaze for a while before looking him all over. He was unclad except

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 3) Lara’s phone rang waking her up rudely from her nap. She squinted at her phone’s screen- ‘Mummy’ was all she could see. “Hello?” she said in a sleepy voice. “Iwo omo buruku yi, what on earth is your problem?” Funke -her mother screamed into her ears. “Mummy, is anything the problem?” she rubbed her eyes. “Nonsense!” came her mother’s reply. “People use what they have to get what they want in life, is anything wrong if I give my only daughter out to a rich family?” She sounded aggressive. Lara glanced at her phone screen again in terror, before placing it back to her ear. “Mummy, If I did something wrong, just tell me…” she began to say softly. “Do I need to remind you of your deeds? You’ve become disrespectful, you no longer cook for your husband, you’re even threatening to leave your matrimonial home!” her mother queried. “But..mum…” “No buts, so gbo? Rubbish! And let me remind you, don’t just come to my house if your husband divorces

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 2) Lara sprayed some perfume on her skippy nightie, she walked to her mirror again. “Hmm yummy! Plan number four on point!” she laughed before proceeding to Tony’s room. She opened the door gently, she peeped first before walking into the room. Tony was lying down on the kingsized bed, the covers were drawn half-way stoping at his waist. His chest was bare revealing his ‘Six-packs’ features. She craved to touch, but that isn’t on her list. She came here to discuss something important-theirmarriage. She crawled beside him, his breathing was slow and steady. So this man can sleep?! She thought. She shifted closer to him, how would she wake him up? She felt like a rat trying to bell a cat. She touched his arm slightly and… Tony’s eyes shot open, his face transformed into a scowl. “Sorry to disturb you…” Lara said in a shaky voice. “What do you want?” he growled Lara’s lips moved but no words came “Damn it!” he sat up. “Can’t I sleep again? Can’t you

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 1) Lara gazed at her full length at the mirror; satisfied by what she saw, she smiled to herself. She smoothened the hips of her flimsy knee length gown, she loved her hips, its one of her greatest physical asset. “Hmmm can’t wait!” she told herself excitedly as she oiled her cornrows. She should have fixed a weavon or plaited some braids as her friend-Deji had adviced, but she isn’t a fan of those artificial stuffs, she preferred to go natural. “What’s lacking?” she asked her beautiful reflection. “Nothing more, just to wait for the man.” she chuckled. Tony, her husband, would be back home, after spending five good months overseas on his so called ‘business trips’. Their marriage was barely a year, and Tony has spent more than half of it travelling. She hissed. Their’s was an arranged marriage, she had met Tony for the first time on their wedding day. She remembered how harsh he was on that day. He had always gave excuses when it comes to making love.

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