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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 65)

“I don’t even know why I called you,” Ebuka says over the phone. “Chinwe told me everything. How are you?” I ask. “Just heartbroken. I really love your friend. And I know deep down, she cares about me too. But it seems something is stopping her from fully expressing the ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 63)

“Are you guys staying longer? I don’t have any leftovers in my refrigerator, but I can cook up something real quick,” I say after a bit of silence. “Nah! I have to get going,” Chinwe says, tossing back the remaining wine in her cup and rising to her feet. “Let ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 52)

“Mummy NOW!” Gabby complains, his peeved voice dragging me out of my thoughts. “Sorry, my dear,” I murmur, feeding him with the spoonful of food I’d left suspended in the air because of my mental preoccupation. I am feeding lunch to him and Nuella. Feeling the desire to ruminate some ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 51)

I groggily drag myself out of bed. It is Monday morning, and Gabby’s school is resuming today. The routine of waking up every week day at 5:30 am begins once more. The fact that EEDC hasn’t given us power for the past three days is going to make my work ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 50)

I stumble out of bed at 3:25am to go to the bathroom for the umpteenth time. I have forgotten this annoying part of being pregnant, until now. And this is the exact part that almost put me in trouble back at Mercy’s boyfriend’s place. I sigh. Using my phone to ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 49)

My gasp miraculously does not attract the men’s attention, so passionate is their smooch. When I gently close the door, the jamb connects with a soft but audible click that makes me wince. “Who’s there?” Chidubem calls hoarsely from the other side of the door. No doubt, they have been ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 48)

“What is this one?” I grimace, looking up at Nneamaka. “Toasted bread in chili sauce,” she throws back at me, bustling over her cooker in a bid to finish up the main course and serve before the expiration of her time. I pick up a piece of the tiny squares ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 47)

Bearing in mind what I heard last night, I watch Leticia and Uncle Donatus very closely in the morning. Their demeanor gives away absolutely nothing. It makes me wonder if I imagined the conversation last night. If these two are perpetrators of anything untoward, they are doing a good job ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 46)

“Aahh! Oohh! Ooohohohohoho! This is painful o! What is the meaning of this now, eh? Who did I offend? What have I done? Oh God! Take this pain away from me please! Aahh!” Chinwe cries out, delirious with pain. “Sorry now,” I console. “It was just an accident. Ozugo!”  I ...

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THE HOUSEWIVES’ TALE (Episode 45)

“Is this not that you people’s this thing?” my husband says to me. “Which people’s which thing?” I ask, stretching myself on the bed and cursing the fact that he has to wake up this early on a public holiday. “This thing,” he says again. “Doesn’t ‘this thing’ have a ...

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