My friend was travelling abroad, so she brought a young lady from her village to stay in her home while she was away, to help take care of her belongings and keep the house sane. Before she left, she brought the girl to my office to introduce her to me, put her in my hands and asked me to help watch over her. “Take her as your younger sister.”

Afterwards, this girl started coming around the office more often. She would come, we would sit and talk about life, about the village. When I was too busy to entertain her, she sat down quietly and watched me work.

I even introduced her to my husband so he could check on her from time to time, when I couldn’t do it or was too preoccupied to even think about her.

In the beginning, whenever she needed anything, she called me. “Aunty, where can I get this item?” If she needed to go somewhere and didn’t know how to get there, I was the one she called for directions. We became like friends.

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But all of a sudden, she stopped calling. I assumed she had finally learned her way around town and no longer needed my help. I was wrong. I later found out that she had started calling my husband instead for all those little favours and directions. We are family, I told myself. Why would I complain?

If she thought she was disturbing me too much and decided to call my husband instead, what was wrong with that? Nothing. But I received a simple welfare call from my said friend and it forever changed the picture.

She was calling to hear about her girl. “How is my girl? I hope you’re treating her well for me.” She asked because it had been a long time since they had spoken.

I replied that I hadn’t heard from the girl in a while, but as far as I knew, she was doing fine because my husband always seemed to know what she was up to.

My friend screamed so loudly that it pierced my ears. “Be careful of her! Why would you allow that? Who gave her your husband’s number? Why would you let something like this happen right under your nose? I know what that girl is capable of. What were you thinking? Is she your sister” She went on and on, and warned me to be very careful of her.

I did not add that the girl’s name had practically become a national anthem in my house. “Linda this…” “Linda that…” “Do you know Linda has…?”

I did not think much of it. A few weeks ago, I was looking for a shop assistant to help manage my shop. I did not finish my sentence before my husband jumped in. “She’s just sitting at home. Why don’t you let her come and help you? Besides, she’s like family.”

I was happy about the suggestion because I wanted someone I could trust. She was supposed to resume work last Tuesday. On Monday, we were making preparations for her when my husband handed me his phone to hold for him.

A new message came in. Out of curiosity, I checked the thread of messages between him and her. There was nothing incriminating on WhatsApp. Nothing on Messenger. But I opened TikTok.

The messages I found there… I can’t even repeat them here. My husband has been seeing her for almost a year. A whole year of building mansions with her that touched the sky, hoping to reach God in the heavens, exchanging romantic words, and God knows what else.

That isn’t even my biggest problem.

This weekend is our seventh wedding anniversary. We still don’t have a child, not even one to call our own. Yet throughout these years, my husband has been caring and loving. He doesn’t carry me on his head, shouting that he wants a child. If anything, he tells me he didn’t marry me because of children. He is the hope that doesn’t let me run mad.

He holds me steady. He loves me, with child or no child. I don’t want this can of worms to destroy the happiness we have built in our marriage. For the past seven years, what we have now we have built brick by brick. It is not easy.

In a world where women are mostly crucified for not having a child, my husband has been my rock. And, now I see what he is doing with Linda. I do. I should leave, pack my bags and go. I know. But, there is a but.

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Honestly, the mere fact that this same girl is about to start working for me is giving me sleepless nights. I don’t know what to do.

How do I sack the girl without creating unnecessary drama? How do I let my husband know that I know what has been going on between them?

And how do I tell my friend the truth? I ignored the warning she gave me and chose to care for her like my own younger sister. I didn’t know she was eating my food as me, while pretending about it too.

—Mag
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