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MEN WHY WE HATE THEM : Episode 9

It was bad enough that I had Nancy to worry about; now, Teni was about to become a priority on my list if what I was thinking was true. Why do young girls date married men these days, as if there aren’t enough single men to go around? I’ve even heard of girls that claim only to date married men because they treat women better. Then I ask myself if those girls never intend to get married. I don’t think they’d find it funny if another woman ran around town with their husbands.

Hearing what Mum said just made me lose the little respect I had left for Dad.

I stormed out of her room angrily to confront Dad. And lo and behold, when I burst into his room, Teni was lying on the bed with Dad— kissing him. Right there in our house under the same roof as Mum.I was disappointed, disgusted, and in shock. I felt betrayed.They both jumped up in shock when they saw me. Probably having forgotten to lock the door, I had startled them. Usually, I would apologise for busting into my dad’s room without knocking, but this situation wasn’t normal. I was angry.

I jumped onto the bed and started to pull Teni by the weave on her hair which I’m pretty sure my dad paid for.”Get out of this house,” I screamed angrily, dragging her to the floor.”Stop maltreating her like that,” my dad shouted, coming to her rescue and pulling her away. I’d had enough of the madness. I picked up the bedside lamp and threw it at Teni.

Luckily, she was able to dodge and run behind my dad for cover.”Leave the room now,” my dad ordered, pointing towards the door.”I’m not going anywhere till she leaves this house,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest. “Get out of my dad’s room now!” I shouted at Teni.

She hurriedly picked up her bag and scuttled out of the room like a little mouse avoiding a trap. My dad followed close behind.I called Steven later in the evening to report everything to him as the family’s first son. Unfortunately, he was out of town for a business meeting but promised to be at the house as soon as he returned on Monday.

With everything going on, the trip to Calabar began to seem even more attractive. I needed to be away from the house for the weekend. I immediately called Nonso to accept the offer before he changed his mind and decided to go with Nancy. He was excited that I’d agreed to travel with him. Little did he know I was running away from my family problems.I spent the rest of the week counting down to the weekend trip.

It was only three days until Friday, but it felt like three weeks. All the drama in the last few days had worn me out already. I needed fresh air, especially with the upcoming family meeting and the new project with Nancy starting the following week.

The long-awaited Friday finally arrived after what seemed like forever. I did my usual daily routine at work and even managed to finish a little earlier than usual. Of course, Sandra had to ask why I was in such a hurry, and I explained that I was rushing to catch a flight to Calabar for the weekend with Nonso.

I watched her go green with envy as I told her all the exciting details of the trip I was looking forward to, adding “salt and pepper” to make it sound even more interesting.

“I wish I were you right now,” she said, “the only trip my husband has taken me on since we got married is our honeymoon.””Stop looking so sad; it’s not the end of the world,” I said, smiling. “Don’t worry. I’ll take lots of pictures to share with you,” I teased.Nonso came to pick me up to head to the airport in a taxi minutes later. For some reason, there seemed to be a lot of traffic on our way. It looked like the whole city was also travellingthat day or had just decided to drive their cars along the route to the airport just to occupy space.

Luckily, we made it to the airport against all odds about 20 minutes before check-in was scheduled to close. I jumped excitedly out of the taxi and pulled my travelling bag out of the trunk immediately after the driver opened it. Anyone looking at me would have thought I was being chased or running away from someone. I was acting like a little kid travelling for the first time. If we weren’t parked in front of the local airport, I’m sure the driver would’ve probably thought I was on my way to America.

Little did he know that I was already seeing myself in our hotel room in Calabar, eating breakfast in bed. I had to hold myself back from shouting, “Calabar, here we come,” as I walked through the airport doors. I refused even to let the porters help me with my bag.

Nonso was wasting too much time looking for his wallet to pay the driver, so I left him behind and went ahead to reserve a space for us in the short queue.A cheerful lady at the check-in desk greeted us with a smile when our turn finally came, “Where are you flying to today?” She asked.

“Calabar!” I replied, almost cutting her short. You could tell she was slightly startled by my rather swift response.”Calabar?” She asked, looking confused. “The only flight scheduled for Calabar today left about an hour ago.”I looked at her like she was crazy. She could as well have said the trumpet had sounded, and we’d been left behind.”What do you mean the flight already left?” I asked. “Is that how you behave in this airline? You zoom off before time, leaving your passengers behind?” I began raising my voice. I was about to roll up my sleeves to start a showdown, only for Nonso to tap me from behind, interrupting me.

“Babes…” “What is it?” I asked, getting irritated that he was interrupting me.”You’re standing at the Peacock Airways check-in desk. Our ticket says Orange Air,” he said, waving the ticket in my face.I looked at it for a few seconds, and my face immediately turned red with embarrassment. I had joined the wrong queue out of excitement and was already making a scene for no reason. The lady pointed to the line for Orange Air on the right. I could tell she was trying hard not to laugh; I followed her hand with my eyes to the back of a long queue, almost reaching the other end of the hall. It could easily have been mistaken for a fuel queue in the middle of the airport.We could not make it on our flight if we joined the queue. So, I stood there staring at the line in dismay, like a little child whose lollipop had just been seized.

I could already see my breakfast in bed disappearing before my eyes. All my fantasies of Calabar came crumbling down like a pack of cards. The DJ playing in my head had suddenly switched songs without letting me know. ‘Welcome to Calabar’ chants playing in my head suddenly changed to ‘ Welcome to Lagos!’ I couldn’t believe it. After everything, I was going to be stuck in Lagos for the weekend.

Find out what happens next in Episode 10

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