Ajebo Writer

Would this bother you or am I overthinking it?

My wife and my sister are very close.

They just connected when my wife and I started dating, and what started as friendship quickly became genuine sisterhood.

Before long, they were talking every day, sharing secrets, spending time together, and behaving like they had known each other all their lives.

Sometimes I joked that my sister spoke to my wife more than I did.

Things became even more special when my wife got pregnant just one month after my sister did.

From that moment, they became almost inseparable.

They attended hospital appointments together, went for scans, blood tests, antenatal classes, and supported each other through every stage of pregnancy.

The excitement in the family was unbelievable when we discovered they were both expecting girls.

My wife and I had actually chosen names long before we knew our baby’s gender. We had a name ready for a boy and another ready for a girl.

So the day we found out we were having a daughter, her name was already decided.

Jahnasia.

One afternoon, while discussing baby preparations, my wife casually mentioned the name to my sister.

“We’ve decided on Jahnasia,” she said proudly.

My sister smiled and replied that she and her husband had chosen Ruth for their daughter.

Imagine our shock when my niece was born and they announced her name during the naming ceremony, it was the exact name we had chosen for our baby girl

Jahnasia!

Since that day, things haven’t been the same

My wife feels deeply hurt. She says the issue isn’t even the name itself anymore. It’s the fact that my sister never once mentioned that she intended to use it.

She believes that if my sister truly wanted the name, she should have spoken to her about it first.

My sister, however, insists there was no bad intention.

According to her, she simply fell in love with the name. In fact, she says she thought it would be beautiful if both girls shared the same name because of the special bond she shares with my wife.

To her, matching names would symbolize the friendship they built, and perhaps even a lifelong connection between the two girls.

But my wife doesn’t see beauty in it. She only sees betrayal.

Meanwhile our girl’s naming is just a few weeks away. She says we either choose a new name or there will be no naming ceremony.

The problem is that I don’t want a new name.

To us, Jahnasia became our daughter’s name even before she was born. We never prepared a backup. We never wanted one.

Now I’m stuck between two people I love.

I don’t know what to do. Is a name worth fighting over or is there something much more deeper between them than just the name itself?

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I witnessed something small but provocative today.

On my way back from the office I stopped by a popular mama put along my route to buy food. Her food is always very delicious and affordable

As I stood at the queue waiting for my turn, a young fine fair complexion girl was trying to buy food too. She kept counting the money in her hand over and over, it clearly wasn’t enough.

The woman selling the food watched her for a few seconds, then quietly added more to her plate and said, “Don’t worry aunty, you can go.”

The girl just stood there for a moment like she didn’t even know what to say.

I don’t know why, but that moment touched me very deeply.

Immediately I reached into my pocket too. The food I came to buy costs around 3,000, so I reached in and brought out two 500 naira notes and started counting it over and over like the girl

The woman selling looked at me for a few seconds in surprise and next thing she hissed a very long and loud hiss and told the person behind me to come and place his order

When I realized she wasn’t going to help me too because I’m a man, I just shook my head in disappointment and brought out my card to pay for my food.

In a country where everyone is trying to survive, some people still choose to be wicked to us, men.

Na woman do man!

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I asked my husband to help me shave because I’m heavily pregnant and could barely reach, and becauseof that, I’m itchy and miserable

Next thing he went and put on a nose mask, gloves, and dark shades… dressed up like I have Ebola

I felt so insulted and embarrassed and he said I’m taking things too far that it’s not that deep.

This is the same man who, before I got pregnant, would eat and suck me down there like a thirsty dog. Now, because I’m pregnant and needs his help to shave, he’s treating me like an infection.

What’s more upsetting is that I know if the situation were reversed I would help him in a heartbeat no questions asked

Well, since my husband finds my puci disgusting to shave, I’ll punish him by letting the handsome bachelor next door do it.

Yes, I’ve seen the way he looks at me even in my condition, so I’m sure he won’t need protective gear to help me down there.

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

Since I was born, I had never seen so much bl00d spilled like I saw two nights after my wedding to the love of my life, my husband and bestie.

Before we got married, we were best friends.

We did everything together.

From watching the same movies, loving the same music, and even supporting the same football club.

Chelsea, of course.

In fact, at some point, people actually thought we were twins, not even a couple, because of how close we were.

We wore matching clothes, loved the same musical artistes, and even played games together.

From board games to video games, our love was inseparable and very unconditional.

I loved this quiet, gentle, and smart young man who found my drama arousing and never complained about how competitive I was.

Until two days after our wedding.

I had never seen this side of him before.

The aggression, violence, and lack of empathy.

I have always heard that marriage changed people, but I never thought I would ever experience such.

I watched my husband, and his face was different. He wasn’t smiling; he was not even looking at me as he brutal!zed me.

I had never seen so much bl00d spilled before.

He flung me like I weighed feathers, held my neck, and landed a blow right on my face.

Before I had a chance to recover from the bl0w, a ki

There was this colleague who just joined our company. Since she was new, I decided to help her settle in. Partly because I wanted her to feel comfortable, and partly because when I first joined, nobody really helped me, so I knew exactly how that felt.

After a few months, we became very close. She had my kind of humor, so we laughed a lot, joked around, gossiped about colleagues, and even complained about our bosses together.

It didn’t take long for feelings to start developing.

I began liking her more and more. The more I got to know her, the more I realized we had a lot in common. We were both single, and things seemed to be heading somewhere.

One day, I asked if she’d like for us to hang out outside work.

“Of course,” she replied. “I’d love that.”

I smiled.

“Okay. I’ll find time.”

The following weekend, she messaged me.

She said she’d never been to Lekki Conservation Centre and wanted to visit. She also wanted to go to the beach afterward.

Omo, I was happy eh, so I immediately agreed.

That day, I ordered a ride. The fare was almost the price of a GIG trip from Lagos to Abuja, but I didn’t care. Love is blind!

I got to her place, picked her up, and we headed to the conservation centre.

We had fun, took pictures, laughed, and enjoyed the experience. Afterward, I ordered another ride to a beach in Victoria Island.

I paid for the tickets, bought food and drinks, and we settled in.

A few minutes later, she received a phone call.

When she ended it, she turned to me.

“Please, one of my friends wants to join us.”

I said, “Okay, it’s fine. She’s free. The more, the merrier.”

Then she asked if I could also pay the friend’s gate fee.

I hesitated briefly but agreed.

We walked to the gate.

That’s when I discovered the friend was a guy.

I was confused but kept quiet. I paid, and he joined us. Almost immediately, he started drinking from my drink like we were guys and eating my food shamelessly. Before long, the two of them were spending more time together than she was spending with me.

At some point, I found myself alone while they strolled hand-in-hand along the beach, kicking sand, laughing, and playing near the water.

An hour later, I decided to talk to her, so I pulled her aside and tried to hold her hand.

The way she snatched her hand away, you’d think I had Ebola. Then she quickly looked around to see whether the guy had noticed.

I was more confused than she looked. Then she smiled nervously and said, “Kings… um… why are you holding my hand?”

I laughed awkwardly. “Because I missed you. I just wanted us to spend some time together.”

She said, “Miss me ke? Wait, do you think that we’re on a date? Because I’m sorry, but we’re just colleagues. I don’t want my friend to have the wrong idea.”

Omo… I was stunned.

I didn’t say anything. I just apologized for my confusion and allowed her to go back to her friend.

Later, she came again and said she wanted to ride a horse. I said she was free to do whatever she wanted.

She went and climbed the horse happily. Moments later, the guy climbed onto the horse behind her, and the two of them rode away while the trainer guided them.

When they returned, she jumped down, ran towards me, and asked me to pay.

I said, “Pay for what?”

She said the horse ride wasn’t free, and I told her I knew, but why was she telling me?

She acted confused and asked why I was talking like that. But she told me she wanted to ride a horse.

I said, “Yes, you told me. So what?”

She said she didn’t bring any money because why would she? After all, I asked her out.

I told her I didn’t ask her out; she did. So she should have brought money. After all, I’d been paying for everything since.

She laughed a sarcastic laugh, like I must be joking.

The guy smiled nervously and said it was fine, he’d pay. He went out, made some calls, and after about 30 minutes, he finally managed to pay.

After he paid, my ride that I had ordered arrived, and I got up to leave. She looked shocked and asked where I was going.

I said, “Home.”

She said, “But I didn’t even tell her we’re leaving.”

I said, “We are not leaving. I’m leaving. You can stay with your friend.”

It was then she told me that she and the guy were just meeting for the first time. They had actually met online, and this was their first physical meeting. She asked me to wait a little so we could go back together because the guy lived on the Island.

I refused and said she could stay with her date and leave whenever she was ready, but I was leaving right then.

Then she said okay, I should send her transport fare because she didn’t come with any money.

At that point, I didn’t reply. I just entered the car and left.

She sent me some very insulting messages and called me broke and stingy. So I calculated how much we spent, from the ride to Lekki and the beach, to the food, drinks, and tickets, including her date’s own. Then I split it in half and sent my account number.

To my surprise and excitement, she sent the money later that night and blocked me.

Good riddance.

Now she’s telling everybody at work that because I asked her out and she refused, I told her to pay all the money I spent on the date I took her on, and she’s forwarding my chats and her receipts to them.

Now everybody is calling me stingy and wicked, but I don’t care.

I’m just happy that at least I recovered half of my money, and walked away with my self-respect intact.

That’s all that matters to me!

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️ AjeboWriter Kingdavid