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Old enough yet unmarried 34: Love, betrayal and health

Dr. O.



continued from episode 33

The next morning before she left, Osas thanked me for accommodating her and said she would attend her job interview that morning before going back to Benin. She made me promise not to say a word of what she told me yesterday to Charly or anyone else, according to her she had made up her mind to let sleeping dogs lie, Ken belonged in her past and since he had found happiness with her sister she was willing to let go of her past and move on for peace to reign. I commended her for her decision and gave her my word that I would keep her secret. Deep down I wished I could at least tell Yemi, I mean how can you have such hot gist and keep it to yourself? Unfortunately, I’m a woman of my words and I had made a promise so there was no amebo going down later that night. I still didn’t know how I was going to look Ken in the eye again when I saw him and not feel weird or how I’d talk with Charly and not feel guilty about keeping what I knew from her. I had made up my mind to keep my big mouth shut since the Yemi and Bayo saga where I became the victim because I tried to warn Yemi.

Come to think of it! I forgot to mention that Bayo was eventually arrested by the SSS. They traced him to where he was hiding in Ibadan, you won’t believe he was actually squatting with one of his student girlfriends. He’s currently in police custody while they investigate the case between him and Madam Precious. Yemi is considering getting a divorce although I think that’s just crazy considering she just got married less than 6months ago,I feel bad for her, I just wish she had listened when I tried to warn her earlier, it would’ve saved her all this heartbreak. Sometimes we girls are so desperate to get married that even when friends and family are looking out for us we see them as enemies of progress, I remember how Yemi humiliated me at her wedding during the catching of the bouquet with that miserable petal she gave me, one would’ve thought I was there to steal her husband the way her expression changed when she saw me.

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I had planned to spend my weekend just chilling at home and making some delicious isi ewu to cheer Yemi up. Just as the isi ewu was about ready, there was a knock at the door, “Oh God who is that again?” I thought, I wasn’t in the mood to share my isi ewu with anyone, it’s so annoying when people with long throats show up at your house just as soon you finish cooking some delicious food as if they have a hidden camera somewhere and are just waiting for you to finish cooking; part of me wanted to whisper to Yemi to ignore the knock and pretend we weren’t home but she was already skipping towards the door as if she’d been expecting someone, besides the TV was on so loud, whoever it was would obviously know we were home. “Ah! welcome ma, good afternoon” I heard her say when she opened the door, “welcome ma?” I thought, who could she have possibly been greeting that way? I peeped through the kitchen door to see who she was talking to,only to see my mum, standing at the door, I almost fainted.


My mum had no idea I was pregnant, I hadn’t seen her since my pregnancy had started to show, I had made it a point of duty to call her at least once a week but I avoided going to the village to visit because I didn’t want her to know I was pregnant. Yes I didn’t! I knew she’d freak out, you know how our African mothers can be, it’s bad enough that I’m her only daughter and I’m not married, then to add insult to injury she was about to find out that I was also pregnant for Mr. Nobody. I’m sure she had come to give me her usual lecture on getting married and giving her grand children. I had successfully avoided her all this while because she had surgery for cataracts and was paranoid about traveling alone for reasons best known to her even though I didn’t complain because it worked well for me. I just kept sending money to her and using work as an excuse not to travel home to see her. I’m sure a lot of people have heard about cataracts but don’t really know what they are, let me break it down for you, cataracts occur when a part of your eye called the lens which is usually transparent becomes clouded such that you begin to see objects as if you’re looking at them through a foggy window. Damn! that must be so annoying. Anyway, it is common in old people and usually develops slowly, interfering with the vision till eventually surgery is needed to replace the affected lens in the eye. The cause of cataracts is currently unknown but factors like diabetes, positive family history of cataracts and eye injuries increase your risk of having it.

My plan had been to keep the pregnancy a secret till after I had put to bed, at least when she saw the babies she would probably calm down and be excited about seeing two grandchildren instead of the one grand child she’d been bugging me for and everything was going as I had hoped until that day. I didn’t know what to do, she was inside already, how on earth was I going to let her see me? How was I going to explain my giant belly? “Where is my daughter?” I heard her ask excitedly, “tell her to come out and welcome me”, “she’s in the kitchen” Yemi replied. Immediately, I heard her footsteps coming towards the kitchen, I didn’t know what else to do so I stupidly ran and hid behind the door, “Tessy” she called out to me as her footsteps drew closer, “I wonder what she is cooking that is so important that she can’t come out to welcome me” I heard her say out loud, I just stayed behind the door holding my breath, I felt like I was in a scene from a horror movie where I was the victim hiding behind the door and hoping that the big bad monster wouldn’t find me. “She’s not here nawh” She called out to Yemi when she stood at the doorway and didn’t see anyone,she was going to turn and head back towards the living room when I dropped the spoon I was holding by mistake making a loud noise, if that spoon was a living thing I’d have beaten the hell out of it for dropping out of my hand and blowing my cover, unfortunately I couldn’t, it was but an ordinary spoon, I was left to face my mum.


“Goodness Gracious!” She shouted when she looked behind the door to see what had caused the noise and realised it was me, “what were you doing behind the door?” She asked looking at me suspiciously, the area behind the door was poorly lit, so she didn’t notice my belly immediately, she was still concerned about finding out what I was doing behind the door when suddenly her eyes travelled down to my belly, “My God!” She screamed jumping back and holding her chest as she spotted it, “have I started seeing double again? I thought these people said they had removed the cataracts” she said rubbing both eyes vigorously and blinking like a blind man who had just been healed, “your belly is looking like a pregnant woman’s own” she said pointing at it and looking puzzled, “or is it the cataracts?” She asked again still in denial. A part of me wanted to give a sarcastic reply like “yes mummy, cataracts have the power to reappear after removal and selectively magnify other people’s bellies to make them look bigger”, but I just stood there scratching my head and wondering how I was going to explain my tummy palava, my earlier fantasies of sitting down to a delicious plate of isi ewu were suddenly gone with the wind in a twinkle of an eye….

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Dr.O is a graduate of the University of Szeged in Hungary who is on a mission to reduce the mortality rate in our society by creating awareness about preventable and non-preventable diseases and empowering people with the necessary knowledge and information they need to take charge of their health. was co-founded by her as a means to fulfilling this mission. She is an MDCN (Medical and Dental Council of Nigeria) and Hungarian Medical Chamber certified doctor. When she is not busy looking for ways to make a difference in her environment, you can find her trying out new recipes in the kitchen or touring the world.