Hi everyone. It’s Depero here. Finally got my lazy self back to writing. Hope you enjoy this ☺
My home is unusually quiet today. My daughters are spending the weekend with my parents and my husband has travelled again for some work related matter, on the upside he’ll be back tomorrow. His office keeps sending him all over the place.
The knock on my bedroom door startled me, I was so deeply engrossed in the movie I was seeing. Today’s one of the few Saturdays I get to stay in and be lazy. Which happens to be a really good thing because I woke up this morning feeling unsettled for some reason I haven’t been able to figure out yet. “Who’s there?” I asked from within. “Good morning madam, it’s Shehu. A man from DHL is at the gate. He says he needs you to sign for a letter”. “I’ll be there in a minute”. I put on my robe and headed out to the gate.
I’m not expecting any mails so I figure it’s something for my husband. After signing for the package I notice it’s address to me from a name I can’t recollect and suddenly that unsettled feeling comes back. I rip open the pack as I head back into my house and find an envelope with a letter enclosed within bearing my name and initials upon it. Whoever sent this obviously knows me. I’m feeling a bit hungry so I head for the kitchen to make a sandwich to eat while I read the letter.
Dear Mrs Akintomi,
There’s no easy way to frame all I have to say to you so I’ll just go straight to the point. If you aren’t already seated you might want to take one. Moving on, I am Precious Fehintoluwa Williams; the woman that has been involved with Babalola in a love affair for the past ten years. I know that this might come as a shock to you seeing as you’ve been married to him for twelve years. Due to certain recent developments it’s finally time for us to meet but first I believe you deserve to know some basic things about me seeing as I know so much about you already.
I met Babs sometime around your second wedding anniversary. I believe you were six months gone then. You both were having serious issues back then and hadn’t spoken in four months. He was spending most nights out. It was on one such night that we met at a bar near his office. I was passing time at the bar waiting for the traffic to subside before I made my way home. He took a seat beside me at the bar and we got talking. It was an instant hit, the chemistry was undeniable, a match made in heaven.
Meeting Babalola was the best thing that ever happened to me. Over the years he has shown me just how deep his love for me runs. He has been there for me through it all both highs and lows. Like when I lost our baby due to stress from work it was like it hurt him even more than it hurt me. He took me on a two weeks trip to Corsica to get our minds of it, I believe he told you he had a ‘training program’ in France. In his defence, we needed the break to heal properly together.
Before you start getting any ridiculous ideas I need you to understand a few things. Babalola is more than a lover to me. He’s my support system, my career counsellor, my best friend, my protector, the love of my life and father to Semilore, our son. I’m not trying to take your husband away or replace you in your home. I’ve been perfectly comfortable sharing Babs for the past ten years and I’ll be okay with that for even longer.
In a way our affair is partly why he’s still married to you. Whenever you push him past his limits and you know you do it well, he always has my arms to escape to. Likewise his being married to you helps our relationship. Whenever we have a falling out we never stay mad at each other for long because we understand that every moment we share is limited and that in itself makes it precious, so even after ten years and a child Babs still treats me like he did when we first fell in love.
Introductions over: the reason I decided to reach out to you now is because Babs has been depressed for the past 2 months. It’s because he really wants Fiyinfolu and Feyintola to get to know their younger brother. I totally understand where he is coming from and I see how you’ll be uncomfortable with this. Finding out your husband has a son that’s almost seven is shocking enough, then there’s the added fact that he wants his kids to get to know each other.
Before you go swearing that the only way this will happen is over your dead body. I’d like you to take some time and clearly think about this. Your girls have met him already although they don’t know he’s their little brother. I’m thinking play dates to start with, then when your are more comfortable, sleep overs at my place and yours. This whole plan depends on you and your acceptance of Semilore. I know it’s asking a lot of you but I think it’s the best for us all especially for Babs and the kids.
I discussed this with Babs and he’s okay with my reaching out to you. He also thinks it’s best if he gives you some space while you make your decision so he won’t be home for a week. Please try to think about this as rationally as you can, if for no one else but the girls.