Sacrilege by Nissi Adeola. Episode 5


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Episode 5

Tito adjusted her robe, fastening the belts around her waist. The banging knock on the door came again and her mouth pressed to a thin line. Honestly, whoever was behind that door would get it hot from her. She’d been through too much the previous night to be jerked off from a well deserved sleep.

Tito stormed to the door, yanking it open instantly. Her angry face grew instantly furious as she glowered at the men at the door. The last thing she needed was having Deolu and Chris hovering over her like she was shorter than she actually was.

“Really? How dare you both impose your sights on me this morning?” She snapped as she blocked the entryway with her small frame, holding the door like a vice.

“I need to see Laura” Deolu said instantly. He looked pensive as he looked past Tito into the apartment.

Tito glared at Deolu with disgust written all over her. She shook her head. “Gosh, the nerve” she muttered under her breath. She closed her eyes briefly, breathing in and out before opening them. “Leave my house”

“Please, Tito…” Chris spoke up. “I know you are really upset but we need to see Laura, I’m… We’re worried something bad might have happened to her”

“Well of course, something bad has happened to her… if finding out her husband has impregnated his best friend isn’t bad, I don’t know what’s worse”

Deolu swallowed. “I’m sorry, okay… I know it’s lame and stupid and you hate me so much now but I just want to see Laura… I want to be sure she’s okay, please… please” he looked into the apartment. “Laura” he yelled.

Tito fell silent for a brief moment. “And why would she be here? What else did you do to her? Last time I saw her, she was being disgraced at her own anniversary party” she snapped bitterly. “What did you do to my cousin?”

Deolu scratched his head nervously, something he usually does when he was on the edge. Chris seemed to be done with the chitchat. “I know she is here… Why not let us come in”.
Tito glared at Chris for a brief moment before opening the door wide. Deolu literarily jumped in, followed closely by Chris. It was a self-contained apartment, stylishly decorated in all feminine glory. Deolu looked everywhere, even peeped through into the kitchen which was left ajar. Tito had never been more pleased about the state of her kitchen – it’s good to clean up after you, you never can tell who’d storm your house at the stroke of dawn searching for his missing rib. Deolu’s eyes roamed Tito’s apartment in obvious frustration, making Tito roll her eyes. “You want to check my kitchen cabinets? Or my bathroom… Who knows, I could have hidden her in the wardrobe.” she raised her brow.

“Don’t be cynical” Chris raked his fingers through his nonexistent hair in frustration. “Just tell us where she is”

“And I would know that because…”

Deolu exhaled audibly. “Because you would be pulling down heaven if you truly thought she was missing” he answered. “Please, Tito… I just need to see her, I… I think I might go crazy if I don’t”

“You can’t go crazier than you did when you broke your wedding vows.” Tito snapped. “Why not go to her parents house, uhn? Show her father that he was right about you all along”. Deolu swallowed heavily.

Chris stomped his foot impatiently. “Would you just tell us where she is?”

“I can’t! And don’t you dare make demands in my house, you arrogant oaf.” she glared at Chris. To be honest, she didn’t know who made her angrier, Deolu who broke Laura’s trust or Chris who was busy making demands like she owed him answers. “In fact…” Tito stormed to the door, opening it wide. “Leave, you two. You’ve interrupted my day enough. Laura needs space, it would take time to wrap her brain around this whole mess. If you want what’s best for her, you leave her alone. Now, leave”

Deolu and Chris stormed out of her apartment and she slammed the door in annoyance. She shook her head, taking a moment to catch her breath before moving away from the door. She took a few steps to the bathroom and pushed open the door. “They are gone”


Mrs Johnson stared at her husband in complete bewilderment. “She is your daughter, Frank”

Mr Johnson switched the pages of the newspaper he was reading, ignoring her. She walked up to him, yanking the newspaper from his arms aggressively. “I am talking to you, Frank. How can you be so unconcerned about your own daughter? How can you be so heartless?”

“Watch it, woman, you are wearing out my patience”

“I don’t care. How about that?” she returned. “Whatever happened between you and Laura should be in the past now. Your daughter needs you now, Frank”

“She doesn’t need me. If I remember correctly, I told her not to marry that man in the first place. If she didn’t need my blessings when she was getting married, why would she need my help now that it’s crumbling to the ground? My only focus is Margaret and her sister. Laura stopped being my daughter the day she chose that excuse of a man over me; she is dead to me”

Mrs Johnson shook her head. “I can’t believe you. I just can’t”

“You don’t have to” he snatched the papers. “Margaret listened and is doing fine in her marriage. That’s all that matters to me”

Mrs Johnson shook her head. “You know nothing, Frank”


Laura wiped a tear from her eye as she stood from the toilet seat, stumbling slightly. Tito rushed to stable her and together, they walked out of the toilet. Tito knew that Laura must have heard everything she said to Deolu and Chris but she said nothing, she had barely said anything since she arrived at Tito’s door, a little before midnight the previous day. Tito had never seen a more frightening sight. Laura’s face had been so pale, almost like a living ghost. The cloth Laura wrapped around her left arm was soaked in blood. No sooner had she opened the door than Laura collapsed in her arms. “Jesus! What happened to you?” Tito had screamed as she pulled her semiconscious cousin into her apartment and onto her bed. Thankfully, she had a first-aid kit at home which came to her rescue. She hated the site of blood. As she opened up the cloth Laura had wrapped around her wrist, the site alone sent her panicking. The wound ran deep, and the blood wouldn’t stop oozing out. Laura had tried to withdraw her hand, knowing how much blood and wounds affected her cousin but Tito held her firmly. She wouldn’t lose her cousin because of a stupid phobia. Fighting her fears, she took care of her cousin, cleaned up the wound as much as she could and applied a bandage. The stench of blood followed her into her dreams, it really was a long night.

Even now, as she led her cousin back to the bed, she could see that bandage needed changing. The wound would definitely need stitching. “Catherine would be here soon” she told Laura as well as herself. Catherine, asides being their close friend, was also a doctor. She wondered how Laura had ended up with a wound so deep but Laura had been mum since she arrived and Tito did think she had the strength to talk, so she did all the talking, calling Deolu all sort of names. She couldn’t begin to comprehend just how hurt Laura was but she could only hope insulting Deolu made her feel a little better. “What’s keeping this girl?” she finally snapped when she ran out of things to say. Laura looked very weak, she had lost so much blood. It would be so much easier if she allowed Tito take her to the hospital.

A knock came on the door and she literarily jumped at it, yanking it open. Catherine breezed in, carrying a box and a stetoscope. “Where have you been?”

“Traffic” she muttered as she reached Laura in no time. “Good God, Laura…” she gasped, as she examined Laura with her stethoscope.

“Get a bowl of water” she said, opening her box.

Tito rushed to the kitchen, and returned in a flash, dropping the bowl. Catherine opened the bandage and pulled it off. “I’d have to stitch this” she announced.

Tito cringed. She couldn’t stand any more blood. Turning, she swallowed. “I’d just be outside.” she announced. She needed a bit of fresh air.


“I can’t believe it. I just can’t!” Chris muttered as he paced the entire floor of his large sitting room, covering the entire space wall to wall albeit calmly. His hands were fisted by his sides as his eyes blazed over. Wale watched him, saying nothing. “He had such an amazing woman, how could he do something so terrible? How could he be so stupid” he bellowed into the room.

Wale sighed. “I think you are laying it too thick, man. Why are you so offended by this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I can’t believe a friend of mine would do something so… so…”

Wale’s brow shut up in amusement. “So what?” he inquired incredulously. “Oh, come off it man, like you aren’t both birds of a feather.”

“We are not. It might seem like it but I’m not what you people think I am. I am definitely not married, and I sure as hell haven’t impregnated anyone, much less someone I profess to be my best friend”

“Yet” Wale added, rewarded by a stern glare from Chris. He stood casually from the chair, going over to pour himself a drink. “Besides, I thought you’d be pleased with the turn of events”

Chris stilled. “What does that mean?”

Wale shrugged, “The coast is clear”

Chris stared at him. “I’m still lost”

“Oh, cut the crap, man, stop playing the novice card. You are definitely in love with Laura, here is the opportunity to get her for yourself.”

Chris paled, turning to the legendary pillar of salt. “I am surely not-”

“Oh, shut up, don’t play me for a fool, I am not one. Any fool could see that you are head over heels in love with Laura, it is as clear as the dawn of a new day. I can’t believe Deolu never read the writings on the wall that was obviously written in plain English”

“You don’t know what you’re saying” Chris turned away, running his ten fingers over his hair in total frustration.

“You know I do. Now, if you were half as smart as I think you are, you’d see to how you can get Laura into your arms.”

Chris whirled on him. “She is Deolu’s wife!” he exclaimed.

“But not for much longer, can’t you see?”

“You want me to betray Deolu? Betray our friendship? I would never do that” he couldn’t even believe that Wale was presenting such a vile possibility. And yes, Wale couldn’t have been more right. Chris had fallen in love with Laura the instant he set his eyes on her. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever come across, but it was not the beauty that held that much appeal, it was the personality in general. He could hardly think of anything else but Laura. But she had been Deolu’s friend. Deolu had confided in him that he wanted to ask her out before he even introduced them. How could he then come forward, professing feelings that was eating him up on the inside? He couldn’t do that, so as always, he put the feelings of others above his. Encouraged Deolu in his relationship, deriving a bit of consolation in the knowledge that Laura was very happy. He went out with as many women as possible but his feelings for Laura was unabashed. He was a player, never gave his heart out to anyone but the one who captured his heart was one he couldn’t have.

“Where has your devotion to friendship gotten you? All I see here is Deolu getting everything while you hold on to nonexistent friendship vows. You languish in pain while another man is happy with a woman that could be happier with you. Have you wonderwd why they never had children till now? Maybe that’s a sign. She probably would have three kids now if she married you instead and -”

“Shut up” Chris boomed, turning to glare at Wale. “Stop putting filthy ideas in my head, you fool. I can’t believe I’ve been friends with you for so long, my God!”


“You can’t be serious” Dupe glowered at Teju like she had gone insane.

“Well, I’m serious” Teju answered her friend. She had taken a much needed break from the toxic four walls of Deolu’s house and decided to visit her friend. It’s been two days since Laura vanished from the house and Teju was already tired of it all. “I prefer to raise my child alone than live with this guilt all my life” she stated bluntly.

“You are not stupid, are you?” Dupe snapped. “You want to be a single parent; do you know what that means?”

“Don’t patronize me, of course I do, and trust me, it is not as bad as being labelled a husband snatcher”

“Leave that thing” Dupe said sarcastically. “See let me tell you, whether you like it or not, whether you decide to go off and raise the child solo or not, you’ve already been labelled a husband snatcher and there’s nothing you can do about it”

Teju didn’t like the sound of this. Why couldn’t Dupe sugarcoat some things sometimes?

“You have to live with it whether you like it or not”

“I can’t” Teju jumped to her feet. “You have no idea what I’m facing, do you? Laura literarily maimed herself and vanished after this gory secret was revealed, Deolu hasn’t slept in that house ever since, everyone around that house hate me, whispering behind my back, worse even, Deolu’s mother acts like I’m carrying baby Jesus in my tummy; I destroyed a happy home, Dupe”

“Happy! There ain’t no happy home without a child, girl. And stop rehearsing what you’ve done like it’s something new, it is not a new thing. You should be happy that you’ve finally gotten a resting place, look at you. Your mother-in-law even likes you already and you are not happy” Dupe hissed. “Listen girl, you would have to leave sentiments and think about yourself for a change. Stop being Miss-nice-girl, where has that gotten you?”

“It got me peace”

“And no ring” Dupe added. “You are closer to the ring, now than ever. You’ve known the guy forever, meaning you know him better than anyone. He slept with you, meaning there’s attractive. It’s only a matter of time before he falls head over heels in love with you, babe. It is time to work your magic babe. Don’t be a 21st century idiot, use your head”

Teju stared at Dupe for a prolonged moment. “You’re such a bad influence”. She didn’t know why she even came to Dupe, but then, maybe she knew… Maybe she came to Dupe because she knew she would get this type of counsel. She took a deep breath.

Dupe nodded. “And you are welcome”


Deolu dialed Laura’s number for the thousandth time, it was switched off. Laura was obviously tired of his calls that she had turned off her phone. He had stalked Tito’s house over and over but she just wouldn’t tell him where Laura was. He gripped his phone tighter, surging to his feet. His heart felt so heavy on his chest. He felt bitter tears simmer within the confines of his eye socket and freely let them spill over. His mucho masculine will power couldn’t stop the tears of regret that burned in his eyes. Tears of regret and fear. He feared his happiness had come to a shameful end. He couldn’t let Laura go. She was everything that sweetened his life. He’d never known love and true happiness like the one he felt with Laura, he feared he’d never know such happiness again.

He couldn’t give up Laura, but then… He was expecting a child. A pure and innocent baby. What was he supposed to do about that? About Teju? Gosh, his life was so messed up. More messed up than a PSP truck load of garbage.

Deolu swallowed as he took out two shirts from the wardrobe. He hadn’t spent more than fifteen minutes in his house since he discovered his wife had left. He had been spending all his days and nights in the office, achieving nothing asides barking at his staff. All he’d done was come home to pick some clothes, he couldn’t stay in the same place as Teju, not to mention, his mother. How on earth did he find himself in a mess so thick?

The bedroom door opened and Teju walked in. Her face was almost lifeless, she looked completely different from the bubbling lady he had grown up with. The room cracked with tension as silence reigned. “I… I served your food” Teju finally said.

Deolu stared at her for prolonged moment. “You are not my wife”

Teju swallowed and nodded as her eyes watered. “I know… And I can leave, you don’t have to abandon your home because of me” Teju finally blurted out. Deolu looked into her eyes. “Believe me, I… I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here. I have an apartment as you know, but Laura is not around and I thought… I thought mend our relationship”

Deolu blinked. He was completely at a loss. He would give anything to see Teju out of the house, would give anything to have things return to the way they were, but that was hardly fair. It wouldn’t be fair.

Deolu took a deep breath. “If you are here, it is because you want to” his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I know you; no one can make you do what you don’t want to, not even my mother”

He watched Teju struggle, trying to deny it but he knew it for a fact. Teju was a strong-willed woman, totally capable of making her own decisions. If she had gone ahead with his mother’s plan, it was definitely because she wanted to. Deolu tried hard not to feel pain… He tried hard not to be judgemental because he was the only person to blame in this mess. He had gone to her house that night, he couldn’t blame her for wanting what rightfully belongs to her. She had suffered enough as it is.

“I’m sorry, Deolu” Teju’s voice shook as she teared up. “I… I never wanted to break your family. I just don’t want my child to grow up without a father, like I did. Please believe me.” She wiped at her tears hurriedly. “I want us to go back to the way we were… Nothing has to change…” she hopped nervously. “I…” she swallowed heavily, blinking back tears. “I miss my best friend”

Deolu stared, perplexed. He had a terrible headache and needed some much to get out, get some air. Something to drive away the numbing pain he was feeling. “It’s just… I don’t think that’s possible” he finally said, frowning. “Everything we have is gone… Everything I have is gone, and as much as you say it’s you fault, I know it’s all my fault… All my fault”

Deolu grabbed his clothes, stuffed them into a small travelling briefcase Laura had got him, some years back and exited the room as fast as he could, leaving Teju, staring into the cold room.



Sacrilege by Nissi Adeola. Episode 4


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Episode 4

Deolu walked away from the guest’s room, heading towards the sitting room. His head thumped at the same rate with his racing heart. He couldn’t push away the sight of Laura dejected form from his memory. Her haunted expression was all he saw whenever he blinked. He felt her pain like they were his, how could he have inflicted so much pain on someone he loved and cared about? Just the thought of the impact this would have on his marriage was enough to send his head banging with renewed force. He winced sightly as he arrived at the sitting room and froze when he saw the person before him.

Teju sat there, at the edge of the sitting room couch, staring at her laps. Tears stained her cheeks as she continuously smoothed imaginary rumples from the jumpsuit she had on. Deolu felt a knife pierce through his soul. His stupidity had cost him so much. It had cost him everything he held dear. He had known Teju for so long; virtually all his life, she was almost like family; like a little sister he was always inclined to protect. Only, she was not his sister. She was the daughter of his mother’s close friend. They had attended the same primary and secondary school. University had driven them slightly apart, being in different institutions, but after being reunited after about five years apart, they picked up their friendship like five years had been nothing more than five days.

Teju had never had it easy, the more reason why Deolu felt protective of her. She had been through hell in the hands of men who had toyed with her heart and left her hanging. All she ever wanted was a family, one she could hold dear. She didn’t deserve this. She really shouldn’t be going through this.

Deolu swallowed hard but the lump in his throat seemed stuck. How could he have hurt the two women he held dear above all else? Just one night of foolishness… one night of defiling reason had landed everyone in a mess so thick, everyone would sink trying to get out.

Deolu turned slightly, dreading this confrontation and seeking a means of escape. Teju raised her head in time and their eyes connected. She jumped up instantly, taking a small step back though there was so much space between them already. The tears on Teju’s face tore at Deolu. The sight of women in tears in tears was disconcerting enough but when the woman happened to be Laura or Teju, it was near unbearable. They stared at each other for some seconds, both unable to find the right words.

“Your mum is in the kitchen” Teju finally murmured as she wiped her face slightly.

Deolu nodded. Honestly, he couldn’t tell what he would do if he had to face his mother now. He had never had a great relationship with his mum and she always made the little relationship they had worse. “Teju…”

“I didn’t want this, I swear it, Deolu” Teju rushed. “Your mother found out about the pregnancy from my mum and forced me to come here… I promise, Deolu… It was never my intention to do this” tears slipped out of her eyes. Deolu swallowed. “I never meant to hurt you like this… or Laura” she shifted impatiently. “I… I mean, Laura is also my friend and I would never intentionally hurt her” Her tears seemed to flow more as she stared wide eyed at Deolu.

Deolu took a deep breath. “I know” he swallowed hard. “All this is my fault” and it was his, he knew it was. How would be ever forgive himself for causing everyone so much pain. “I hurt you too, Teju. I’d never forgive myself for putting you through this”

Teju shook her head. “We both know I caused all these” she shook her head in self wonder. “I’m always at fault.”

Deolu swallowed, he needed an escape. Being in this house was choking the life out of him. His eyes scanned the sitting room for his car keys till he found it on the shelf. He went for it instantly.

“You shouldn’t go out. I’d go” Teju said.

“You are not going anywhere” Mrs Aderigbe interjected as she moved into view. Deolu turned to his mother. Over the years, so many things had made him wonder if she was truly his mother even when he knew undoubtedly that she was. Though she had never accepted Laura, Deolu couldn’t believe she could be so cruel to a fellow woman. He wasn’t ready to confront her just yet. Turning abruptly, he stormed out of the house.


It had been an hour since the tires of Deolu’s car rolled out violently from the compound, and yet, Deolu was not back. Teju looked down at the compound from the vantage point of Deolu’s sitting room. She could still see the party chairs at the other end of the compound. The stage, which she hadn’t noticed earlier was beautifully decorated and the softness of the decoration was pronounced in the colours used to enhance the seats of the celebrants. The floor all over was littered and unkempt and several plates of unfinished food were hanging all over. Teju swallowed hard. The marks of her betrayal was scattered all over the compound; she could almost envision the feet of the guests as they rushed out of the compound; their mouths as they gossiped the disaster which had just taken place. She didn’t think she would be able to wipe that thought off her mind. Even as silence deafened her ears, slightly doused by the gentle hum of the air conditioner, her brain was clogged with thoughts. But even the cold air emanating from the air conditioner couldn’t dry up the tears that rolled down her eyes and the beads of sweat on her forehead.

Teju walked away from the window, wiping at her tears with her right hand. How on earth had she found herself in this mess? This wasn’t the way she expected her life to turn out. At no point in time did she imagine that she would be a backstabber and carrier of bad news. She had always tried to be at peace with everyone. She valued her friends better than she valued her own self, but what did she do? She let her emotions get the better of her. She allowed her hormones destroy everything she held dear; her name and reputation, her dreams and… most especially, her relationship with Laura and Deolu. If only she had held back that night… if only she had had the strength to prevent it from happening… but she hadn’t. no! She had wanted it to happen…

Finding out she was pregnant had been her worst nightmare, but nothing compared to the hurt she saw on Deolu and Laura’s face today. It had been like a blazing hot knife, piercing through her soul. She’d wish for death a thousand times over, just so she could forget the look on Laura’s face; the look on the faces of everyone there. And here she stood, in the room meant for Deolu and Laura. Teju swallowed and stared at her stomach… at the one tiny thing that posed a mighty mountain, tearing this family apart.

She heard footsteps and turned to see Mrs Aderigbe. Since the woman had been friends with her mother, Teju had always known her to be a trifle heartless, but now, she saw that she had gravely underestimated the older woman. But then, who was she to judge?

“Come on, Teju, you need to eat”. She held a tray of pounded yam and egusi soup in hand, obviously the remains of the ruined party. How could she expect Teju to eat from what she had destroyed?

Teju walked dejectedly around the chair. “I’m not hungry”

Mrs Johnson rolled her eyes. “For how long would you behave like a fourteen year old child? What has happened has happened, for once, stop thinking about others and think about yourself. I know you like my son”

Thinking about myself got me here, Teju thought as she sat at the edge of the couch, feeling like a glorified whore. “I know your son loves Laura” she returned. No one loves me.

Mrs Johnson shifted impatiently. “Love grows, all these would change, trust me. But for now, you need to eat. Your child – my grandchild – cannot survive in an empty stomach. You have to eat”

Teju lay on the couch, folding her knees to her chest. She closed her eyes, blocking the tears that threatened to seep out. “Maybe it is better if it doesn’t survive” she muttered.

Teju opened her eyes. She was covered in darkness and she blinked several times until her eyes adjusted to her dark surroundings. Her body ached as she pushed herself up until she was sitting on the couch. She was surprised that she had been able to sleep after all but after checking the time, she saw that she had only been asleep for about an hour. Mrs Aderigbe had tried to convince her to sleep in Deolu’s bedroom but she would never do that, never take Laura’s place on her matrimonial bed. She’d rather sleep on the street.

Her eyes went to the guests room. She longed to talk to Laura, to explain what had actually happened. She wanted her to know that it was all her fault, maybe that way she could rectify the family that was crumbling all because of her foolishness.

She pushed herself up, wincing as she felt a sharp pain towards her waist region. She took a deep breath and walked towards the guests room, hoping Laura would be calmer now.

She knocked gently on the door after taking in a calming breath. There was no answer. She knocked again and again before finally pushing open the door.

The lights were out but something on the bed drew her attention. Her hand went to the wall instantly, groping for the switch. Immediately the lights came on, blood drained from her face, leaving her as white as snow. She shook her head in denial as her hand came up to her throat in fright. “No… No…. Laura” she gasped.


It was just the stroke of dawn when Deolu drove back into the compound. It didn’t feel like his home anymore. His heart picked up pace when he killed the engine, too scared to come out to face the remains of his marriage. His eyes were heavy from lack of sleep. He had spend half of the night driving round and the other half staring at the moon, hoping for answers. But while he was out of the house, his heart remained stuck in the guests’ room with Laura. He wondered if she was finally able to sleep, hoping she had so she could forget what he had done, even if it was for a few hours.

Running his hand over his aching head, he got out of the car and walked into the house.

On entering the sitting room, Deolu saw the last person on earth he wanted to see. Mrs Aderigbe raised her eyes from the flat screen TV to him with a dry smile on her face. “I take it you’ve finished sulking.” she muttered.

Deolu stared at her in silence, biting back everything he really wished to say to her. She didnt deserve it. It was a little too early to be up and watching TV but his mother was always odd. Swallowing, he walked towards the guest room. He had to see how Laura was doing, even if she didn’t want to see him.

Abruptly, Teju came out of the adjoining toilet. She had tears in her eyes as she rushed towards Deolu. “Oh God, Deolu, where have you been all night? And you didn’t take your phone”

Deolu blinked as his heart raced. A feeling of unease settled on him as he frowned at Teju. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… It’s Laura”

Deolu froze. His eyes involuntarily went to the door of the guests room as fear engulfed him. “What’s wrong with Laura?” he said, storming towards the guests room without waiting for an answer. Teju sobbed as she tailed along. A million things played in Deolu’s mind as he approached the door, his brave exterior not doing a good job of masking his fears. His mouth felt dry and his head felt heavy as he yanked open the door, ready for whatever laid beyond it.

His eyes immediately snapped to the bed, the last place he had seen Laura a few hours ago. The sight of the bed had him freezing at the entrance as a coldness washed over him.

“I came here to talk to her…” Teju explained behind him. “I wanted to tell her that she should take it all out on me not you… But I found… Oh God, Deolu, what have we done?”

Deolu’s face was as pale as sheet as he finally moved towards the bed, focusing on the sight before him. The mattress was a mess, with some of its foam poking out of the cover, but that was not what held their worry. There was a pool of blood on the mattress, a bloody knife and a badly damaged picture. Deolu heart beat louder that a village drum as he made his way round the bed. Laura was nowhere around. He dashed for the bathroom, still there was no sign of Laura. He hand shook slightly as he went back to the bed and took the bloody picture in his hand. It was one of their wedding pictures, the one Laura and Deolu had taken together with Teju and Chris. In the picture, Chris stood beside Laura while Teju stayed glued to Deolu’s side. Laura had apparently stabbed the images of Deolu and Teju over and over.

Tears blurred Deolu’s eyes as he raised his eyes to a crying Teju. “Oh my God”. What was going on? Automatically, his legs started moving as he stormed out of the room. Laura was badly injured and he needed to get to her before she lost too much blood. She must have hurt herself in her rage and with the blood he saw on the bed, he didn’t want to imagine what would happen if she didn’t get help as soon as possible.

He was in the sitting room in no time. His mother didn’t move an inch from her place on the couch as her eyes remained glued to the TV set. “I don’t know what all the fuss is about, Laura is fully capable of taking care of herself” she muttered drily.

Teju wondered what had happened to make Mrs Aderigbe so cold. Deolu didn’t even have the luxury to give his mother a thought as he flew out of the house, going round the compound in search of Laura even though Teju said she had done that.

Chris charged past the gateman into Deolu’s compound looking furiously murderous. Deolu emerged from the back of the house with lines of worry etched on his forehead. His gaze hadn’t registered Chris’ presence when Chris aimed a weighty punch right at his nose.

“What the-” Deolu swore, gripping his nose as his eyes snapped up in an instant. His gaze settled on a snarling Chris.

“I told you… I warned you never to maltreat Laura” Chris drawled through clenched teeth. The fire of fury burned bright in his eyes as he grabbed Deolu by the collar of his shirt. “How could you?”

“Jesus, man, I don’t need this right now” Deolu barked angrily. His broken nose wasn’t even nearly as painful as the pain in his heart.

“Oh, what do you need? A fresh pair of thighs? Or Teju’s own is just laced with honey” Chris spat.

“Shut your damn mouth” Deolu barked, jerking forcefully out of Chris grip. He didn’t need Chris ringing a peel on his head over this, he was doing a pretty good job of it himself. “You would have ample time to beat me to a pulp later but not now”

Chris snarled at Deolu, shaking his head. “You are so shameless, aren’t you? How can you and Teju…” Teju emerged behind Deolu and Chris’ eyes instantly snapped towards her. “Tell me you slept here! Where were you both doing back there? Backyard quicky?”

Shame washed over Teju as she took a deep calming breath. “You two are supposed to be friends ‘without benefits’! Jeez… God knows Laura doesn’t deserve this from you; she doesn’t deserve this from either of you!” Chris shook his head looking disgusted.

“I know I blew it, Chris, but let me find Laura first, okay?” Deolu yelled, jerking out of Chris’s hold.

That seemed to shut Chris up for a brief moment. Teju sneaked away, too ashamed to stay before Chris’s condemning eyes. “Where’s she?”

Deolu broke away, storming towards his car. “If you would give me enough breathing space, maybe I’d find out”

Chris marched behind Deolu wishing he could punch him over and over, maybe it would get rid of the anger that he was feeling. But if the tense state of Deolu’s shoulders were anything to go by, he could only hope Laura was alright.


Sacrilege by Nissi Adeola. Episode 3


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Hi guys, thanks to the poll I conducted, it’s episode 3 today. Don’t forget to share the link with friends (sharing is caring) and drop your comments (I look forward to them) 😉
Happy reading…

Episode 3

She’s pregnant!

The words echoed loud and clear, repeating itself over and over again in Laura’s head as her mother-in-law’s eyes rested disdainfully on her.

Laura’s throat contrasted painfully as she stared, not comprehending anything at all. “F… For who?” she choked, staring at everyone like they had all gone insane. They must all be mad, or she was mad but definitely, someone needed psychiatric attention here.

“Are you deaf as well as daft? Teju is carrying my grandchild” Mrs Aderigbe smiled cheerily. “Deolu’s child”

Laura gasped as the blow sent her staggering backwards. She covered her quivering mouth with her shaking fingers as her eyes involuntarily settled on Teju’s stomach. Dead silence descended heavily. Everyone had their eyes on Laura, who seemed to have expired on her two feet. Laura gasped continuously as the words replayed in her head over and over again. She couldn’t feel, she couldn’t think; she could only hear the words that pierced through her heart like an arrow.

Laura stared wide-eyed at Teju’s flat belly, like it was an object of rare fascination. Tears blurred her eyes, thoughts clouded her mind, pain stabbed at her heart till it became almost unbearable. She closed her mouth against the strangled sob trying to break through as tears flooded her eyes.

Deolu looked shattered, his pain visibly written on his face. He couldn’t move close to Laura. How could he touch her after the magnitude of what he’d done? His worst fear had just come to pass, and at such an auspicious day in their lives. The pain he saw in the eyes of the woman he had loved forever felt like acid to his intestines, eating at his conscience. How did he let this happen? How did he manage to hurt the one he had vowed to love so deeply?

Laura’s hand slipped away from her mouth, falling lifelessly at her sides. Tears rolled down her shocked face as she turned her head inch by inch in Deolu’s direction. Her flooded eyes settled on Deolu, looking straight at him as tears coerced down her cheeks like the tide of a mighty river.

“She is… pregnant?” her voice small and lifeless drifted to Deolu’s ears, causing his heart to squeeze painfully.

He swallowed, unable to meet her gaze as he took a small cautious step towards her. “Laura…”

“Is it true?” Laura yelled suddenly as her eyes went wild. “You had an affair with her? You slept…” her voice broke “… you slept with her? With… with Teju?” she murmured in shock as tears rolled down her cheek. “With your… best friend?” Deolu swallowed, unable to speak. Laura’s chest heaved as she stared from Teju’s stomach to Deolu’s guilt stricken face. “You knew… you knew she was…” her voice caught and broke “… pregnant?” she completed silently as the last of her strength threatened to slip out of her.

Deolu stared, unable to meet Laura’s eyes. “Yes”

Laura gasped. Her eyes were as large as doughnuts as she gaped incredulously at the man she had loved for nine years. The man whose name she had answered for six years. She had given up everything for him; given up her family, given up her freedom, given up everything she held dear. She had fought even against his mother’s fury and fawns for him. She had endured critiques, disgrace, pain and pressures; sent it all to hell, just for the love she shared with Deolu. And all for what? For this? To be made a fool of when all she had ever done was love Deolu so completely? To be made a laughing stock by the one she had risked it all for? To be betrayed by her own husband? “You claimed she is your best friend…” Laura mouthed miserably, “…but all along, you were making jest of my stupidity behind my back”

“No” Deolu choked. “Please Laura… please let me explain”

Laura turned her lifeless feet and stumbled slightly. Deolu jumped to help her and Laura’s fist swung speedily, connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap, shocking everyone, including she herself. Gasps went round followed by deafening silence as Laura glared at Deolu through her tears. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare touch me” Tears of humiliation travelled down her face. She shook her head vigorously as her chest heaved from holding back her sobs, her knees were going weak under her. “I’ve never hit you before” she muttered in a low shallow voice, staring down at her hand. “I never thought I could” Tears slipped down her cheeks and dropped onto the top of her anniversary attire. “Just like I never thought you could cheat on me” she swallowed and raised her watery eyes to Deolu. “You can hit me back; it is not going to make me feel any worse than I already do”

Deolu swallowed hard, “I’d never do that”he choked out.

Laura smiled mirthlessly. “You already have…” she turned to look at Teju’s guilt stricken face. “…and the bruises you left… can’t be healed with time, because…” she cracked and covered her mouth against the sob that threatened to break free as her eyes landed on Teju’s stomach. “… because it grows in size with every passing second” she stared in lifeless wonder at Teju’s stomach.

Laura’s head ached, she wasn’t sure she could see beyond the sea of tears that hindered her vision, but she turned her eyes one last time to look at the face of the man she had left all for. The happy family she had once envisaged flashed before her eyes, leaving a blank space in its wake. Pain sliced through her as everything swam before her. One step after another, she made her way like a zombie into the house as everyone faded out of focus, leaving her stuck in misery. She pushed open the door to the guests’ room and entered, closing the door lifelessly behind her.

She stood at the middle of the room, staring into space as the incident of the last few minutes slammed into her with full force. Unable to hold back any longer, she crumbled to the ground, giving in to the sobs she held at bay as her tears came rushing down in full velocity.


Clicks of cutlery against plate rang out in the moderate sized dining room. Mr Johnson dug into his food with vigor, oblivious to the moody state of his wife.

Gloria moved her rice and stew around the plate, with no appetite at all. “Darling”

“Huh” Mr Johnson grumbled as he chewed on the food in his mouth.

Gloria took a deep breath. “Today is our daughter’s wedding anniversary. We should call to greet.” She said, staring at her food.

Frank Johnson paused fractionally. “Margaret?”

“You know who I’m talking about”

Frank’ mouth tightened slightly as he continued his meal. “I have no other married daughter”

Gloria dropped her spoon noisily. “How long would you keep up this fausse charade? Laura is your first daughter; you can’t continue to shy away from that fact.”

Mr Johnson raised his eyes, glaring at his wife. “I thought I told you I don’t want to hear that name mentioned in this house again” he ground out through clenched teeth.


“But nothing” he cut in sharply. “I have said it before and I would say it again; no one in my house is allowed to associate with that girl”

“She is my daughter Frank, she might not be my biological daughter but she is like a daughter to me, I am her step-mom. You can’t forbid me from seeing her, or at least, talking to her” she said fiercely, then lowered her voice in a pleading tone. “Darling… Today is her wedding anniversary. You should at least call if you can’t visit.”

“If she could get married without me, she can also celebrate the anniversary without me. She can get all her wishes from Mark”.

“For how long will your twin brother carry out your responsibilities?”

Mr Johnson continued eating his food, paying her no heed. “Frank” Mrs Johnson tried again. “Don’t make people give me names that are not mine. They would say I turned you against your children. At least call her, today is really special for her. We can’t just detach ourselves from her. You are a pastor” she said softly, “When would you forgive her?”

“I have forgiven her but I am also following the precepts of the Bible. If one daughter causes me to sin, I cut her off” he stood up, dropping his spoon noisily. “And if you decide to go against my wishes, get ready to be cut off as well” he dropped and walked away.

Gloria blinked back tears as she let out a frustrated sigh.


Chris let out a deep frustrated sigh as he listened to his father repeat the same sermon he always gave times without number as they sat at the dinning of his parents’ house. It had pretty been the only thing his father had been reciting for the past three years. The scent of hot edikaikong soup drifted from the kitchen, making the voice of his dad a bit more bearable. Chris stared hungrily at the wraps of pounded yam already seated on the dining table, just waiting to be swallowed. Living alone made him miss his mother’s cooking and he looked forward to eating his fill tonight. But, considering the awkward conversation he was having now, he really wished he wasn’t here at all. It wasn’t unlike his parents to give him a mandatory call, only to repeat what they had probably said a million times already.

“Are you even listening to me?”
Chris breathed deeply, welcoming his father’s glare. “I have told you countlessly, dad; when I meet the right woman, you’ll know. I can’t get married if I haven’t even met my potential wife yet”

“I have been hearing that for more than three years.” His father’s voice rose a notch. “You are not getting any younger, Chris, you need to put aside bachelorhood and start a family like a mature adult would” his voice boomed. “When I met your mother-”

“There we go again” Chris sighed heavily. This meeting couldn’t get any worse!

“Of course, I won’t have to repeat it over and over again if you took the story seriously. Like I was saying, I was only twenty three when I met your mother, and by twenty five, we were already married with you brewing in her tummy”

“Brewing” Chris muttered.

His father ignored him. “If you get married at the age if thirty five, you’ll be training children in school with grey hairs on your head.”

Chris frowned. “Why do you make me seem so old. I am just thirty, not thirty five”

“And if we leave you alone, we would be having this conversation when you are forty.” Chris’ mother cut in. “I need to see my grandchildren before I die, ehn? Chris nwa m” she stared dead at him as she emerged from the kitchen with the white China dish which obviously contained the edikaikong soup he had been so eager to eat. But now, he almost lost his appetite altogether.

Chris groaned in frustration. “Why do you always bring up talks about death?”

“Because death is an integral part of our existence”

“Then maybe I would get married when I am eighty, that way, you would live long” he raised his brow. “Since all you are living for is your unborn grandchildren”

“Well, we are not going to let that happen” Mrs Anayo grinned gently.

“There is not much you can do about it, is there?”

Mrs Anayo picked up the serving spoon and started dishing the soup onto the plates, assuming an innocent look. Mr Anayo wasted no time as he rinsed his hand and dug into his food with vigor. Something smelt fishy and it was not the soup, as Chris watched their dramatic display. “Is there?” he asked again, not understanding what was going on. The food in his plate was left untouched as his mouth lost all semblance of appetite. If only he didn’t know his parents so well…

Mr Anayo licked his fingers noisily after three swallows. “uhmmmm” he moaned as his hand dug into the hot pounded yam again. “Baby, your soup is the reason I have sweet dreams, this is so delicious”

Ada mooned over. “Thank you, Nnayi” she batted her eye with a proud smile on her face.

Chris rolled his eye so much, he was sure he saw his eye sockets. His stomach grumbled and he blamed it on the way his father dug into his food ferociously. Reluctantly, he washed his hand and took his first swallow. His father wasn’t exaggerating, as always, his mother had outdone herself. His tummy opened up as he ate away.

“Nnayi, when did your friend say Tricia would arrive Nigeria?” Mrs Anayo asked conversationally.

“Huh… Should be next week” Mr Anayo murmured as he chewed on a succulent stock fish.

“Do you hear that, Chris? Next week” Mrs Anayo quipped.

Chris’ hand hung, suspended above the pounded yam. “What has that got to do with me?”

“Everything. Everything, my son” Mrs Anayo smiled coyly at Chris. “Tricia is Mr Livinus’ daughter and we have been discussing your marriage with her. You see, Tricia is a veeery fine girl now. You won’t believe it is the same girl that runs about her father’s compound in pant”

“It’s true, son. You only need to see her picture, she is finer than Barbie” he grinned openly.

Chris stared at the grinning face of the older man in bewilderment, not understanding what could be funny. “You are joking, right?” sure he was!

“Do I look like Basketmouth to you? I am dead serious. We just cut your endless search for Miss perfect, Tricia is perfection, you’d thank me when you see her”

“Oh well, you just wasted your time because I am not getting married” Chris washed his hands furiously, the food has definitely lost its seasoning. “I don’t have time for this” he muttered, pushing to his feet.

“Sit down there, Chris” his father ordered.

“Dad. I am not a kid, you can’t source for a wife for me. I would get married to who I want, when I want and on my terms. I’m not about hiting menopause, so you have nothing to worry about”

“But you are about hitting womenopause, Chris.”

Chris sighed and turned. “Good night, dad… Mum”


“Calm down Cat, you’re making me stressed” Tito snapped angrily as she drove away from Laura’s house.

“Don’t tell me to calm down” Catherine returned as she tugged furiously at the seatbelt hindering her from gesticulating as much as she liked.

“Fine! Fly into a million pieces then” Tito growled as she gripped the wheels harder.

Catherine hissed. “I so wanted to slap Deolu, I wanted to slap that stupid whore that always posed as his best friend – God! The nerve! And Deolu’s mother? oh God… whoever I marry must definitely be an orphan”

Tito glared at the road ahead. “I wanted to slap Laura.”

“Laura is the victim in all of this” Catherine exclaimed, turning to glare at Tito but she paid her no heed.

“If she had listened to me, broken whatever friendship was between Teju and Deolu, all these wouldn’t have happened. Instead, she was there playing the doting wife. No man should have a female best friend; especially not a married man” she muttered. “You ask me why I am still single? There it is. All men are savages”

“All except my dad” Catherine muttered.

Tito gritted her teeth as her eyes turned dark with anger. “She’ll be sorry” she grumbled under her breath. “Teju would be sooo sorry she messed with my cousin”

Catherine turned her head and frowned at Tito. Catherine had been friends with Laura for as long as she had been friends with Tito. She originally knew Laura but no one could effectively be friends with one without the other, the two cousins were as inseparable as the number eleven. However, there was something about Tito that was unnerving. The knowledge that she could do and undo, even the most unthinkable of things, when it comes to those she cares about. She was as friendly as she was dangerous.“Calm down Tito”The situation was already dicey, she didn’t want Tito doing anything stupid.

Tito hissed, her eyes blazing. “I’ve never been calmer” she muttered and turned a sharp left.


Deolu opened the door slowly, his heart pounding louder than a drum. The room was dark with no single light on. His heart tightened painfully as he saw the form that lay motionlessly on the bed. He had no idea what he was going to say to her and for a moment, he contemplating leaving to give her more time to calm down. Call him a coward, well, maybe he was. He had already spent the last one hour pacing, stalling this confrontation. He was here now, he couldn’t turn back now; he might as well face his nemesis and be done with it.

He swallowed as he closed the door quietly behind him. Laura had her back to him but he could tell that she wasn’t sleeping. Laura could never sleep when she’s upset. He knew that much about her; heck, he knew everything about her. She didn’t make the slightest move as she lay still on the bed.

Deolu walked quietly until he was able to see her face clearly. Her eyes were open as she stared into space, seeming oblivious of his presence. Her bronze sun-kissed skin sparkled and shone even in the dark room as she lay uncovered, folded with her knees to her chest.

He moved to her and knelt by the bed, his heart in his mouth. “Laura” he called softly.

Laura made no move, staring at the wall like there was a boring movie being displayed on it; only her occasionally blinking eyes showed that she was actually conscious. “Please talk to me, my love, please…” Deolu pleaded. He didn’t know what he had expected. He had imagined her raving and screaming, crying and even punching him endlessly, but for the life of him, he hadn’t imagined her staring on like there was no life left in her body. He would have been able to bear her raving and screaming at him but this silence was tearing him to pieces. He couldn’t tell what was going on in her head and it scared the hell out of him. “I… I am sorry Laura… I am sooo sorry” he murmured as his voice shook. Tears sprang to his eyes. He stood up, unable to stay still under so much tension.

“I was so stupid. I… I didn’t know what I was thinking and I regret all that I did, Laura. I never wanted to hurt you, my love, I swear it. It was a mistake; it was all a big terrible mistake, Laura. I am sorry.” He said forcefully, staring down at Laura’s unmoving form.

Laura blinked, still staring into space. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “So, it is true what they say” she finally mouthed in a quiet, chapped and lifeless voice. “Men are polygamous in nature. It doesn’t matter how much love you shower on them, they would still go out to hunt fresh thighs”

Deolu swallowed heavily. He had never seen so much emptiness in the eyes of his wife before. He had sworn to keep her happy always, to never ever hurt her; time and time again, he had broken that promise. “Please don’t say that, Laura. It was a mistake” his voice shook. “A big stupid mistake, please believe me, honey” he pleaded desperately as he knelt down by the bed. “I love you… you know that”

“I don’t know anything anymore” Tears slipped out of her eyes, disappearing into the pillow as Laura’s eyes turned slowly, looking straight into Deolu’s eyes. Her face was completely expressionless as she stared continuously at him. She saw his devastation, saw the tears which had slipped down his cheeks. She couldn’t remember ever seeing Deolu in tears, and as much as her hands itched to wipe the tears off his face, her hands remained glued heavily to her sides. She blinked and looked down briefly. “Tell me one thing. Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy sleeping with your best friend instead of me?” her voice broke in her effort to keep tears at bay.

Deolu stared at her, shocked and stupefied. He had no idea as to how he would answer that. “Laura… please…”

Laura watched Deolu struggle to find words and blinked as tears slipped out of her eyes. She turned her back to him, hiding a wince as her head slammed with renewed vigor. She had cried so much but even now, her throat burned with fresh unshed tears. It would have been easy for her if Deolu had told her that sleeping with his best friend had been totally horrible. Maybe it would have made the pain a little less painful. Maybe it would have rubbed an ointment on her bruised ego, but here, she saw clearly that he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. She wondered what his reaction would have been if she asked if he loved Teju. She wondered if he’d also stutter and be at a loss for words.

Laura had been scared of the connection Deolu had with Teju. They were both from the same tribe; from the same village, in fact. Their mothers were good friends, they grew up together; they had a lot in common. A lot of times, they both communicated in their language while Laura was made to watch like a spectator. She didn’t want to seem like a jealous overprotective wife, so instead, she had made friends with Teju, drawing her in so that she would feel more comfortable with her when she was around. Tito had warned her countlessly… If only she had known… If only she had known that she had openly embraced the devil who would one day wreck her life, love and marriage…

Her lids closed on her heavy eyes as her head pounded wildly. She felt the weight of Deolu’s eyes on her back but she had no more words. “Please leave” she mouthed. “Please” Her brain was as vacant as her heart had suddenly become. Nothing made sense anymore. All she wanted was to sleep and never wake up, but she doubted she would be sleeping anytime soon.

Deolu finally moved when he had not even the slightest idea of what to do or say. He pulled the duvet carefully, his heart twisting painfully as he watched Laura jerk slightly when his hand brushed against her. He settled the duvet around her shoulders and straightened without her making the slightest sound. So much had changed within such short span of time and he had only himself to blame for it. He longed to kiss her and hold her in his arms; but he had welcomed a coldness, one which he had never experienced before. It was only fair that he danced to the tune of his own music. His house would never remain the same again. He had broken their vows and broken the marriage along with it.

With a long final look at the one who held his heart, he walked out of the room. His heart was broken, it was only terrible that he did the breaking. Time to face the other person he’d hurt so deeply – Teju.

Laura watched the door close as fresh tears ran down her eyes. She raised her aching head and pushed her hand under the pillow. She pulled back her hand and stared at the gleaming sharp edge of the knife in her hand with tears streaming down her face. The painful betrayal was just too much for her to bear. With a resonated sigh, she closed her eyes and brought the knife down.