I know you are reading this on Cruise Nigeria magazine, and your first impulse would be, ‘this must be one of those fiction stories’. But I swear down; it’s not. This is as real as it gets and I need your input on this one. Because I want to keep this story one hundred per cent factual, I will not name any names whatsoever. So let’s go;
I am in a strait betwixt two. We fell for ourselves about three months back, and I ignited a passion in her she didn’t know existed.
Prior to that, she didn’t tell me she was traditionally married to some dude.
Anyways, subsequently, the husband finds out about our relationship and collects my number from her phone. He calls me and tells me he understands it isn’t my fault- given that his wife didn’t tell me she was engaged.
We start talking and he calls a few more times- the latest of which was this morning- and that was after coming to see me yesterday.
The reason for this new-found friendship? He actually wants to know whether I made love to his ‘bride-to-be’ or not, so that he could proceed with their white wedding. He wants the truth in God’s name. And need I remind you of my earlier line, “I ignited a flame in her she didn’t know existed” (I set her Ablaze).
So I tell a lie in God’s name, so that I can save their marriage especially after her mom calls me, begging me to do so. He had this inkling that I wasn’t being honest and pushed on for the entire truth.
“I didn’t tap your shawtie’s ass” I insisted and with that he hung up.
I’m unsure if I went about this the right way and sometimes I feel conscience-stricken about the entire episode. Which is better on the scale of morality? Saving a poor girl’s marriage or being honest with her do-gooder husband?
What’s your take?
It’s your boy, Ablaze… Holla back