I was the nurse on duty when a man brought a woman who had suffered a severe stroke and was unable to walk or talk. I called for help before we were able to carry the woman inside.

When the woman was finally admitted, my shift ended, and I left the hospital. The next day, when I came on duty, I saw him. You don’t usually see men taking care of women this way, so I assumed the woman was his wife. In fact, everyone assumed the same until I gave a prescription to him and said, “Your wife needs these drugs, and you have to get them from the pharmacy.”

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He smiled and asked, “Why is everyone around here turning my elder brother’s wife into my wife?” He showed me his hand and asked if he was wearing a ring. I apologized for the mistake, and he said, “Don’t worry. Everyone says it, so I had to clarify.”

One day after my shift, he asked for my number. I gave it to him without asking why he needed it. In the evening, he called to say thank you. I asked for what, and he answered, “For taking care of my sister-in-law this way. You’re the only nurse with such patience.”

He told me his brother was abroad and that he was living with his brother’s wife when she suffered the stroke. We talked for a long while. I asked questions, and he answered.

This continued until one day, on my off day, I think, he called to tell me they had been discharged. Again, he thanked me and said he wanted us to be friends, which I accepted.

On my next off day, we met. He bought me food and drinks, and while at it, he proposed. I said, “You don’t know much about me. What if I have a boyfriend?” He asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

I didn’t have one, so I asked for time to think about it. I’d already been impressed by the way he stood by his brother’s wife at the hospital. I said in my head, “Only a man with a good heart will do that.”

It took me a few days, but I said yes to his proposal. He had made me understand that he was living with his brother’s wife and kids, so I didn’t ask him to take me home, especially when I knew the woman was sick. He would come for me when my shift was over and would bring me to my house. He wouldn’t enter my room until I begged him to, and he did.

We had our first kiss that day. He wanted to go all the way, but anytime he stretched his hand to the sacred area, my body froze and all feelings disappeared. I begged for time to prepare my body, and he understood me. That was also one thing I liked about him. He never forced anything. You tell him to stop, and he stops. You tell him you don’t like one thing, and he stops doing it.

I had a dream one day and saw him and his brother’s wife fighting. The woman called him husband in the dream. The surprising thing was, I didn’t see myself in the dream. When I woke up, I asked myself, “Why did they decide to come and fight in my dream? What’s the essence?” Then the tiny voice in my head said, “She called him husband in your dream. Don’t you think you need to investigate?”

It sounded silly, but I took it seriously and started asking him questions about his brother’s wife. Some days he would answer, but often he pushed the question aside and asked why I was worried about someone we shouldn’t worry about. One day I said I wanted to visit her. He said no. I said, “We’ve been dating for over three months. Let her be the first person from your side to know about us. She will be happy for us.”

He told me the woman was sick and didn’t want to worry her with his love issues. He never spent a night with me, even though I pushed him to. Each time we were together, a message would come, and after that message, his mood would change and he would later tell me he was leaving. I didn’t know his house, so when he left, I didn’t know where he went. I told him one day to at least take me to where he lived, show me the house, and bring me back. He said, “That’s not my house. Once he’s back, I’ll leave.”

I asked, “So who takes care of her when you’re with me?” He told me his brother had employed a caregiver who came in during the day and left in the evening.

I wanted to trust him, but my body said no. I allowed sex, but it didn’t feel right. My body rejected the pleasure and replaced it with questions.

I spoke to an okada guy in my area. I told him to follow his car and know where he went from my house.

It was a Saturday morning. He told me he was going to a funeral outside town, but he would return that same day. I asked the okada guy to take me to his place, and he did. I met a young lady at the main entrance whom I figured was the person he told me his brother had hired. I asked her, “Is Obed in the house?” She shook her head. I asked, “How about his brother’s wife?”

She asked, “His brother’s wife or his wife?” I answered, “His brother’s wife. The one who fell sick recently?” She replied, “That’s his wife. I’m the one who takes care of her. Obed is out of town, but his wife can’t speak to you because of her situation.”

When I stepped outside, I screamed, “Eiii, men! I didn’t listen oooo when they told me to fear men. Men!”

I called him and told him I was in his house. He asked me, “Which house?” I answered, “Where your wife is. There’s a lady here. She corrected my mistake when I called her your brother’s wife.” He went silent and then asked, “Who took you to my house, and why should you do that behind me? Who are you talking to?”

I said, “You haven’t answered my question. Is she your wife?” He went silent for a while before saying, “Okay, she’s my wife. What do you expect me to say or do?”

I cut the call, and that was it. Another story of a married man who didn’t tell the truth. Yes, he came back again, but I chased him out like a thief in the night and warned, “You try that again, and I will organize okada guys for you.”

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My intuition was right. My body warned me, but I wouldn’t listen. My body showed me a film of the truth at night when I was asleep, but I still doubted. I wasn’t that hurt, but I still curse him wherever he is for lying to me the way he did.

—Shantel

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