Happy Wednesday, guys! Thank you for all the feedback and the #knowthyman reactions. I knew I could count on you! Been an interesting week. I was at BlogCamp16 over the weekend and it was humbling to share my experiences with the blog over the last one and half years. In other news, Unorthodox Review did a flattering review of the blog. Anytime I discover something like this, I always think of you guys- especially those who read the very first few stories. Without you, we would not be here! Happy birthday to my darling Joan- thank you for reading the stories and assuring me that your kids will read them too! 

Pedro was running late. Adjeley didn’t particularly like waiting but she knew better than to complain. It was impossible to win an argument with him. It was one of the things that appealed to her about him- he was witty and always had a card that he had not yet played. The mystery and the excitement that came from anticipating his next move made him even more attractive than he actually was. He had laugh lines, probably because he was the life of the party wherever he went to. His teeth were a dull shade of yelllow- resultant from the excessive smoking. His dimples were deep enough to carry 10ml of water and they seemed to deepen when he was happy or amused. Pedro was smart- both book-smart and street-smart. He had one of those laughs- commanding, authentic and unapologetically loud. When they first met, it was over drinks at the Republic Bar.He was fascinated about how much she knew about Ghanaian culture.

‘You know more about the country than the tour guides I have met in Ghana do’

‘I had an interesting History teacher. It was impossible to sit in his class and not leave spilling over with information. He made it easy to remember facts.’

‘I wouldn’t give him all the credit though. I see you also put in an effort to stay abreast with events.’

‘I like to know things. There is this book I read…..’

And that is how their relationship started. Purely sapiosexual. They spent their dates discussing the evolution of man, the brain drain problem of Africa and other topics that would bore a normal 20 something year old to death. But not Adjeley. Pedro was fascinated by her- she was beautiful, confident and effortlessly intelligent. He knew this because they had spent a week in Takoradi sight seeing one time and she had returned on the morning of her first paper. She walked into the exam room and walked out with an A. He liked that he could have intellectually stimulating conversations with her one moment and do something crazy like sing at the top of his voice with her while driving to Aburi the next. The sex wasn’t really part of the plan initially. He had planned to keep it platonic while nursing his covetous desires but as it turned out one Saturday dawn, his libido had other plans.

Horrified that he may have ruined things between the two of them, he tried to joke about it.

‘You didn’t tell me you were unchartered waters.’

‘You didn’t tell me you were such a good sailor either.’

Just like that, with sailor-sea euphemisms, the ice was broken. If she regretted it, she never showed it. Things went back to normal- Pedro and Adjeley painting the town in whatever colour pleased them.

Tonia was having a headache.

‘Tonia, it is not about full disclosure. I just need to understand how you failed to mention the fact that your ex boyfriend was my carbon copy.’

‘What difference would it have made? Other than make you feel as if I was only with you because of the resemblance, nothing else comes to mind! It may not make sense to you but I was trying to forget him. It was easier to pretend that he didn’t exist.’

‘How can you say you are trying to forget someone and fall in love with someone that is the spitting image of him? Doesn’t exactly sound right to me.’

‘Jesus Christ!’

‘Don’t use his name in vain. You got us here on your own. Leave him out of it.’

‘Paa Kow, look at me. I am with you because I want to be with you; because I choose to be with you. You are not a spare tyre. You are not a backup plan. I need you to believe that.’

‘So what happens now?’

‘Nothing. We eat waakye, watch movies, babysit our friends’ kids and have pillow fights until we get married.’

‘On a normal day, I would gloat about how open you are to the idea of getting married.’

‘But today…’

‘Today, I saw his eyes when he saw you. He still has feelings for you.’

‘And this concerns me how? I am not the one who went missing for so long. I am not the one who is covered in a white cassock, clutching a rosary. I don’t give two biscuits about the look in his eyes.’

‘Easy…let’s eat. The waakye is getting cold.’

‘I thought you would never ask.’

Tonia.

He knew that this day would come. He just assumed that he would be better poised to meet her again. One of the demons that tormented him throughout his time at the seminary was his relationship with Tonia and how he had left things. He knew he should have told her before he ‘vanished’. He would have done things differently if he had been courageous enough. He knew that Tonia was too stubborn to take a ‘let’s go our separate ways’ especially when nothing was going wrong. He also knew that she would not believe that he was going to be a priest. So he ran..like a dog with its tail between its legs. Once in the seminary, he told himself that it was for the best.

Until that day.

Seeing the hurt in her eyes and her rather feeble attempt to mask it left him rather unstable. It made him realise how selfish he has been. It also made him realise that he had missed her and what they had shared. He still had the urge to protect her and be there for her. He still wanted to know what made her stay up at night. What hurt him was the fact that he had lost the right to do those things for her. He wondered whether or not her ending up with Paa Kow had anything to do with him.

If it can’t be me, then I am glad it’s him. 

‘Father, it is almost time for evening mass.’

‘I’ll be there shortly.’

Prosper looked at Kafui. It was obvious that she was waiting for him to say something. She had put a lot of effort in trying to lose some weight over the last few months- dieting, going on a cleanse, waking up to exercise and drinking all sorts of concoctions in mason jars. At first he had ignored it, seeing it as a phase that would pass. But it didn’t. He saw her lose weight and gain self confidence. It scared him- the fact that she was becoming less dependent on him. Today she had gotten a pixie cut. It fit the frame of her face nicely, bringing out her eyes.

She was looking at him, waiting for him to compliment the new look. It was Tonia’s idea to do something different with her hair.

‘It would make him look at you in a new light, trust me.’

And she liked it. She just hoped he would like it too. After looking at her briefly, he smirked.

‘Feeling pretty, are we? Don’t look at me expecting compliments. A pig can be transformed into sausages, ham or bacon, but it is still pig meat. I am heading out. Don’t wait up.’

As his car veered off, Kafui couldn’t decide which was more pitiful- her son who was screaming at the top of his lungs and refusing to suckle at her breasts despite his hunger or her own tears, each one ripping through her body with sadness and hopelessness, shedding all the self confidence she had amassed over the past few weeks into a billion micro pieces. The clouds were gathering- it was going to rain. It made her feel better to think that the skies were weeping with her.

See you next week! Don’t forget to let me know what you think with the #knowthyman hashtag! -💜Keni 

Hiya!!! I missed you guys! So Father’s Day is coming up pretty soon and one of my readers mentioned that nobody makes a big deal about Father’s Day even though there are some awesome fathers out there. I agree- my father was THE WORLD’S BEST!!! No hype! The man was just legendary, so yes Happy Father’s Day in advance to every single dad in the world, especially Dads who are Kenikodjo readers. May your sons look up to you and may your daughters adore you! Daddies, we love you! ❤

If there was ever a thing like living a nightmare, then Ewuraefua was doing just that. She had lost track of the number of times she had woken up, drenched in sweat, heart racing, lips trembling and tears on her cheeks, because of a dream in which Esowba had found out the truth. Every time this happened, Peter would take her in his arms and rub her back soothingly, and reassure her that everything would be okay.

And finally everything was crumbling down right before her very eyes. She looked at the diary that she had carried downstairs with her one more time and allowed the tears to cloud her vision. It was worse than anything she had dreamt of and it explained a lot of things that had been happening over the last few years. She had always dreaded this day. It was finally here.

Whenever she had thought about breaking the news to Esowba, she imagined what it could do to her. She had also thought of the kinds of questions that Esowba would ask. Esowba was big on loyalty and family. This was definitely not going to be an easy conversation. She jumped when she heard the gate open. Peter was home.

When he got inside, he instantly knew that something was wrong. The TV wasn’t on. He could not smell the butter popcorn with which they watched their weekly episode of Good Wife. The lights in the sitting room were off. He flicked the switch and found his wife sitting on the carpet, bawling her eyes out. She was holding a book with butterflies and unicorns that looked like something that belonged to Esowba. She lifted her face and said just two words.

‘She knows.’

Peter dropped his suitcase and the papers in the first chair and put his arms around his wife.

She knows.

Of all his failings in life, this was the one that always left him weak in his knees.

‘How does she know?’

‘She went to her school. I can’t believe that they just allowed a stranger to talk to her. How did you allow this to happen? You told me she would never get in contact with us.’

‘I’m sorry, Ewuraefua. I am so sorry that you have to go through this. You don’t deserve this. Goodness, you are the last person who should have to go through this. It is my mess. You are just a dutiful wife. I am sorry.’

Quiet sobs were her response. They both knew that the real hurdle would have to be crossed when Esowba woke up or perhaps when she came back from school the following day, but tonight, Peter’s job was to comfort the woman who was brave enough to cover up his mistakes, the woman who loved him past his greatest failings.

Tonia and Zainab had fast become close. Tonia’s tell it is as it is-ness had created an ally out of Zainab. They connected on many levels- disappointment by a man they loved, natural hair, climbing the corporate ladder. In the last week, they had had lunch together almost every other day.

‘Can you believe that some guy in my office tried to hit on me this morning, with the pick up line, ‘I like the way your fingers move when you are typing.’? Like I don’t have enough on my plate with raising two girls on my own and working a strenuous 8 to 5 job. The last thing I need is a guy with weak pick up lines.’

Tonia laughed.

‘How are the girls?’

‘Great. Angels as always. It is tough on them not having their father near by. It is tough on me too.’

‘You would need to explain the last bit. I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with him.’

‘Yes, I did. And I still stand by it. It is just that this society punishes you for being a single parent. They don’t realise you have to work twice as hard as everyone else so that your child can have the same opportunities her classmates have. Some of the girls’ friends are not allowed to visit them at home because they come from a broken home. Broken? Just because I raise them alone? You should hear some of the comments my colleagues pass when I have to go for a PTA meeting. You would think I was a prostitute. Smirks of approval. Mean comments. Everyone assumes that if you have kids and no husband, then you are a husband snatcher whose ‘mɛgye wo kunu’ plan went south. They laugh when I can’t join them for client socialisation trips. Who is going to check on the girls’ homework and make sure they have eaten and are safely in bed? I don’t have anyone I can rely on. The Ghanaian society is just insensitive to single mothers. Our situation is already difficult as it is. The last thing we need is you defining us by the very thing we are fighting so hard to be disassociated with. Father’s Day is always a difficult one in my house. Every birthday. Every Christmas. Every communion Sunday. Yes, apparently because my husband was someone else’s husband, I can’t draw near to the Lord’s table.’

‘As for the communion, I will leave that to my friend Ewuraefua. I have learnt to refrain from commenting on these religious matters. You should meet Ewuraefua and the other girls. You will like them. We could take turns with babysitting the kids when you have to travel.’

‘That’s kind of you. But I don’t want us to be a burden to anyone. We’ll get by.’

‘Nonsense. That’s what having a support system is for. We all hold each other down when the other needs it. I know, it is rare, but I like it. It allows me to fuss over other people’s children since I don’t plan to have kids myself. But on a more serious note, you should meet everyone. Life is easier when we all take turns carrying the load and we are more than happy to take turns.’

Peter and Ewuraefua were sitting in the dining hall waiting for Esowba and her siblings. This morning, they were running late so they didn’t have much time to speak to Esowba. After they had eaten, Peter and Ewuraefua led their daughter to her bedroom.

‘Esowba, I think we owe you an explanation.’

‘You found my diary, didn’t you?’

‘Yes we did. Tell us what really happened.’

‘A woman came to my school and mentioned my full name. She told me not to be afraid of her because she was my real mother. She told me that she gave birth to me  and that you took me away from her. She told me that Grandpa told her to forget about me and not to look for me.’

Peter knew it was time to come clean.

‘Sweetheart, I don’t know why if that is why you are so angry at your mother. It is all my fault. Just before we got married, a woman came to see me. She told me that I had impregnated her in a one night stand. You know what that is?’

Esowba nodded. Peter made a mental note to filter the kinds of books his daughter was reading when all this was over. He continued.

‘I was afraid of losing your mother because Grandpa was very strict. He would have said that I was not good enough for his daughter. Mummy begged him not to separate us and to allow us to raise you as our first child. Mummy was very brave. She chose me and you over her father. You have always been our daughter ever since you came into this world. I am sorry for keeping this a secret from you.’

As expected, Ewuraefua had tears on her face. They bowed their heads as Peter led them in a prayer. More delightful than her husband’s rich baritone voice praying for them was the fact that her daughter reached out and grabbed her hand. The feeling of their daughter’s hand in hers was worth far more than rubies. She squeezed her hand gently and to her surprise, Esowba squeezed back.

Tonia had sent Adjeley running as soon as  Paa Kow said he was coming over. It had been a long day and she was looking forward to some quality time with Lover Boy. Before long they were snuggling on her carpet, having a random conversation. Ever confident Tonia asked the question that had been on her mind since their first kiss.

‘So isn’t it about time we had sex?’

‘I didn’t realise there was a timetable to it.’

‘There isn’t but you know what I mean.’

‘Well, I don’t plan to have sex again until I am married.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because sex just complicates things. It is easier to keep things this way, trust me.’

‘What if I like things complicated? Wait, so we are going to stare at each other and chat until we get married?’

‘Exactly. We are going to watch movies, take walks, have pillow fights and everything in between. Allow me to court you the old fashioned way. And yes, I heard you say ‘get married’, Madam Marriage is a bondage.’

She threw a pillow at him to hide the fact that she had a smile on her face. She could not wait to tell Ewuraefua that she was with a man who was saving sex for marriage, and even though she would not admit it, hearing him say that he wanted to court her excited her in an unnatural way. She knew that she was slowly giving herself permission to fall in love with him. But first, she had to win the pillow fight she had started.

They were getting night time waakye from a joint in Adabraka later that evening when she saw him.

Tim.

In the flesh.

As surreal as that could get, before she could recover from the shock, she saw that he was wearing a Catholic priest’s cassock and even worse, he was talking to Paa Kow. Her heart began to pound like a drum being beaten by a possessed fetish priest.

Priest? How is Tim a Catholic priest?

She steadied her hand so that she would not drop the waakye she had just bought. She saw Tim’s eyes widen as she made her way towards them.

‘Tonia!’

She ignored him and planted a peck on Paa Kow’s cheek.

‘You two know each other?’

See you next week! 

Hi there! The days seem to be going by rather quickly, don’t they? Yes, like some of you have guessed by now, no character is safe with me. I want to dispel the notion that any of the people are ‘perfect’, because that is the truth- even with us. We all have secrets and skeletons beneath the perfect picture we present to the world, and I hope that the lives of these characters will make us brave enough to confront them. This is where we left off. Special shoutouts to those who had been hoarding the episodes until this week. I see you! 😉

Peter meant to tell her. He honestly did. The whole story.

It was an accident, he told himself. Or was it?

But that night when he got home to find Ewuraefua beaming with smiles, he could not find the courage to open his mouth. He owed her that much. So, he held her in his arms until she fell asleep and then went downstairs to the garage to deal with his demons. Almost as though he was afraid that someone would read his mind if he thought about it, he waited until he was seated in his trusted Mercedes S63 AMG 4Matic car, with the doors locked, before he allowed himself to think about what had happened.

That week, he and Ewuraefua had been fighting every other day. He was so frustrated that he had moved to the guest room so that at least he could sleep in peace. Of course, Ewuraefua played the ‘you are abandoning our marital bed’ card but he could care less. He wasn’t reading his Bible or praying  either, because he knew his conscience would move him to make peace with Ewuraefua and he wasn’t ready for that just yet. He needed to prove a point.

So with his prayer and the Word- starved angry self, he walked into the kitchen, just to pick up a knife to slice some bread, when he saw Tonia. Her back was turned to him so she did not see him. It was impossible to ignore her dress- it was hugging her body in all the right places. His eyes followed the ‘border lines’ the dress had drawn. He knew that that was the time to walk away or flee, like his Men of Valour President advised the day they spoke about temptation.  Everything else was just a big mistake after that. Even remembering it right now made him think of her perfume-it was a mixture of sandalwood, bergamot and berries. at least it smelled like that. He scowled down at the bulge in his pants like it was a traitor.

This never happened. 

And that was how he had lived with it for the last 3 months- by convincing himself that it had never happened.

What he didn’t know was that Ewuraefua had confided in Tonia about his behaviour. The pit in her tummy widened as she reassured her friend that her husband loved her.

‘Ewuraefua paa? How can you think like that? You know Peter loves you. He is probably just stressed out from work. Don’t go looking for issues where there are none. He will come around. Besides, are you not the one who told me to pray about issues rather than fret about them.’

She watched her friend bow her head in prayer. Her throat suddenly felt dry. She swallowed and blinked the tears of guilt away just in time to chime an Amen to her friend’s prayer. She hated lying to her, but she was more afraid of what the truth could do to her.

‘Oh no Guen Jam-Di!’

‘Are you kidding me, Adjeley? It is bad enough that you stay holed up in your pyjamas all day watching these Korean drama shows, but tears? Come on!’

Adjeley cocked her head and looked at her cousin.

‘You don’t understand. You see, Gu Jun Pyo has finally-‘

‘Trust me, I am not even remotely interested.’

‘Fine, suit yourself. You are missing out on some good stuff. Boys over flowers is lit mehn!’

Tonia knew that Adjeley’s addiction to the Korean series was just a way to while away time when she was waiting for Nii to call back. She didn’t want to seem clingy or overly dependent on him. She was afraid to need him any more than she already did.

A buzz from her phone made her stop midway pouring a glass of water.

‘It is Mr Gym Instructor, isn’t it? I can tell from the way you are smiling.’

Tonia ignored her and walked out of the room.

Paa Kow had surprised her. He was sweet and possessive at the same time, without being overbearing. He could drop by her office with food every now and then. He wasn’t a cook but he knew where all the good stuff was. He had showed her where to get the best waakye, fried yam, bambara beans and banku in Accra. He was surprisingly good with children. She discovered that the day she met Zainab.

It was the day she had decided to spend her Saturday in the gym. That was the first time she was seeing another 4c lady there. Most of the other ladies had weaves or permed hair. Zainab had twisted hers and Tonia could see from where she was seated that she made time to moisturize her hair. The strands looked full and rich. She had also dyed the ends a brown hue, giving everything a nice blend.

Zainab was the one who spoke first.

‘I bet people also ask you if they can touch your hair.’

Tonia laughed.

‘Aaaaall the time! Hi, I am Tonia. Never seen you around here.’

‘Zainab. You are right. I am new here.’

They smiled at each other, a new friendship based on the woes of natural hair forming.

Tonia walked her to the reception, all the time trading hair product secrets. They found Paa Kow playing with her daughters Sadiyah and Sherifah there. They were such polite girls- two years apart. Tonia would later discover that she was a single mum and that the man she thought was her husband was actually married to someone else, with five children. Upon discovering this, she asked for a dissolution of their traditional marriage and changed her children’s names to her maiden name. Finally, they had moved from Takoradi to Accra for a fresh start.

‘You are in the right hands. We’ll show where to find the best food Accra has to offer.’, Tonia said before turning to wink at Paa Kow.

Kafui had a throbbing headache. Her mother was coming to visit. She could already hear the complaints.

You don’t feed him often enough. Look how small he is!

Let sunlight into your rooms. The house looks dark and gloomy.

I have told you that cloth diapers are better than disposable ones.

Stop stirring the stew so often.

Why have you lost so much weight?

The weight loss campaign was working. She was making strides rapidly, probably because Tonia was such a taskmaster. They had struck a friendship- the two of them. She liked that she could count on Ewuraefua for godly advice but Tonia also had a uniqueness to her. It was easy to tell her the most scandalous things- nothing could shock Tonia. She had ended up telling her about the anal sex. As expected, Tonia was ready to match up to Prosper and give him a piece of her mind. Kafui liked that there was someone she could tell about these things because sometimes it felt like the burden was eating away at her very soul.

Kuuku was fretting again. Even after singing to him and reading to him, he still refused to sleep. His mother was at her wit’s ends. After an hour, she finally succeeded in getting him to fall asleep. She was heading downstairs when she noticed that the light in Esowba’s room was on. She found her sprawled on the bed with her books around her. Ewuraefua started packing the books away. Her eyes involuntarily fell on her daughter’s familiar scrawl in one of the books. Her breath caught in her throat by the time she was done.

Dear Diary, today I met my real mother…

See you next week!

Looks like May is one of the winning months for Kenikodjo. Yesterday morning, we went past 120,000 views. Yes, 120K!!! As one of my friends will say, Chai!!! And like I was telling everyone on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, if everyone who has ever viewed the blog could just send me 1 cedi/dollar/pound/euro/naira, I could build a house! We could call it the #GiveKeni1 project. What say ye? 😉 On to the next goal-250,000! Who’s with me? A thousand thank yous to all those who wrote articles about me and the awards. It was all very humbling and flattering!

Tonight, I am speaking on the Capital Series at the June edition of Blogging Ghana’s #BytheFireside at the Impact Hub in Osu. You could  follow the conversation on Twitter with #bythefireside. Exciting times ahead! I have been very restless this week- maybe it is just my body telling me that it is tired of troskis, maybe not. I asked myself this question and I leave it for you as food for thought- Are you courageous enough to fearlessly pursue your dreams? -Keni ❤

‘We missed you in class last week.’

‘I didn’t know you took attendance.’

‘I do. Mentally’

He winked at her before draping his towel over the horizontal seated leg press machine.

Why are you winking at me? Don’t you know it makes my legs turn into melted margarine in Auntie Abena’s hot sugar bread? At this rate, I don’t need a workout. My heart is racing, all thanks to you! But why do you have to be so fine? And why am I dreaming about you? Your abs look even more glorious in my dreams.  Why did you notice my absence and go ahead to tell me?Why do you look so much like Tim? Are you his evil twin? Or your memory was wiped blank and you don’t remember me?

Yes, she wanted to say all this to him and even touch the abs if she could, but no, she didn’t. She smiled casually, willed her heart to freeze back into solid state and got into position. The workout was good and she could feel her inner thighs punishing her for skipping two days. But how was she supposed to walk into gym class and watch Paa Kow get sweaty in front of her, especially after the dreams she had had? Today, it was extra difficult to concentrate because every time she looked up, their eyes met.

And it was fire. Blazing. Unrestrained. Hungry.

Paa Kow’s number one rule was not to get emotionally engaged with any of his students. It was the basic rule for the kind of job he did. This was why he always turned down offers from women for private tuition, no matter how much they were offering to pay, because the moment he walked into a woman’s home, her motive moved from staying fit to getting him into her bed. And it wasn’t that he had never been tempted- he had. But he knew better and so did they. That would probably explain why they didn’t push when he said no ever so politely.

But then there was Tonia. If she asked him to come to her house and just watch her sleep, he would gladly do it. There was just something about her.

The fact that he noticed it when she was not in class. The fact that he liked watching her smile whenever she was able to plank for 2 straight minutes. The fact that his eyes lingered a little longer when she was squatting. The fact that he wanted to touch her hair. He had never seen natural hair like hers before. It was thick, black and stubborn- just like her. At least so it appeared. There was an unrestrained power in her eyes. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to touch the flame and be burned by it, if it came to that. At the same time, he wanted to protect her. He wanted to save her- what from, he had not yet figured it out but he wanted to try. That’s why he knew he was in trouble.

His calm 6th sense was flashing warning lights and yet he shut his eyes to them when he asked her for her number.

‘Excuse me?’

‘Yes, you heard right. I was wondering if I could call you sometime.’

‘Isn’t that against gym instructor-client code?’ It didn’t stop her from smiling and he took it as a green light.

‘You look like you are worth breaking the rules for.’

‘Ladies and gentlemen, he is a flirt! Thankfully, I like flirts. 0202945661.’

‘Yes ma’am. Enjoy your day.’

Tonia was grinning like a Cheshire Cat in a toothpaste commercial as she headed off to the bathroom.

‘Asleep?’

‘Nope.’

‘Good. Then I can call, right?’

Tonia was having fun. He was funny-funnier than he looked. Witty. He was like Tim but different. It was a good different. She decided that it was time to test the waters.

‘Just so you know, I don’t cook, don’t like kids, don’t want to get married and I am not a virgin.’

‘Tonia 101’

‘Just putting it out there while it is still early days, so that you can run away if you want to.’

‘Do I sound like I want to go anywhere else?’

Tonia victoriously punched the air and then continued the conversation as calmly as she could.

Paa Kow knew he was accelerating. Way faster than he normally would, but it was thrilling and she was bold. Before he knew it, it was 3am and they had been talking for 5 hours straight. And even without sleep, her laughter was- as cliche as it sounded- music to his ears. Adele standard.

They had finally gotten round to making up- Peter and Ewuraefua. Peter had come back home and apologized for walking out. Ewuraefua had apologized for being selfish. All was okay  with the world and Ewuraefua was lying with her head on her husband’s hairy chest, cheerily going on about the details of the Kafui episode.

As soon as he heard  Tonia’s name, he stiffened subconsciously. Thankfully Ewuraefua didn’t notice and went on and on about how callous Prosper was. Peter knew why he avoided Tonia. He also knew that he could never tell Ewuraefua the truth- it would break her heart! It was an accident, honestly and even now, he had no idea how it had happened. Tonia was watching over the kids one day  and he had come into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Everything else had happened very fast- before he knew it, he was kissing her neck. At some point, she said ‘stop’. He heard it but he was on a roll. Finally, after what seemed like 10 years, she pushed him away,grabbed her bag and ran out of the house. He knew why she could never look him in the eye after that- despite the fact that it should not have happened, they both enjoyed it. Way too much.

See you next week! Enjoy the month of June!