He called me “Wifee” like he married me in the 60s, even though we met not long ago. He said I resembled a woman he married in his dream and asked me, “Why don’t we make this dream come through?”

I thought he was joking, but he kept repeating the same lines until they made an impression on my soft heart. I asked if he was serious about the dream. He said he had never had a dream come true and would be happy if I helped him have one.

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He gave me a lift home one day, and he met my mom. He got down from his car to come and tell my mom about the dream he had. “I had a dream I married your daughter. Please speak to her for me.” When he left, my mom asked me if he was serious about what he was saying. I told her I was also wondering.

From that day, he started visiting my home often. When he met my mom outside, he asked if Wifee was there, so my mom started calling him “my in-law” whenever he came around. When I was expecting him and told my mom about it, she would cook something and serve him. When he was leaving, he would give my mom money.

My heart had no option but to fall, so I said yes to his proposal and asked him to be patient with me because I loved building a love nest with patience so it wouldn’t fall midway. He tried having sex with me in my little room because I wouldn’t visit his house. I objected, “You want to do that in my mother’s house? No, that doesn’t feel like respect. Just wait.”

I loved the fact that he listened to me, and because I’d planted the idea in his head that whenever I went to his house we would be intimate, I delayed going there. I would tell him tomorrow, and tomorrow would come, and I would give him excuses. One evening after work, on our way home, he drove me straight to his house.

He showed me his room and said, “Just come inside and see my room. Come and see how desperately this room needs a woman.” I watched the surroundings and the people passing by but never stepped out of the car. I told him, “I’ve seen your place. It means I can come here myself when I’m ready.”

We stayed in his car until night fell. We kissed in the car while his room was right there. He tried going further, and I held his hand and said, “Not today.” When he tried to push, I asked if all he wanted from me was sex or if he was serious about making his dream come through. He stopped and drove me home. Honestly, I felt bad that day. I even told myself I would lose him and later blame my luck.

My mom was waiting for me when I got home. She asked me where I went, and I told her I was with my man. She said, “That reminds me. This afternoon, I had a dream about him, and it wasn’t good at all. You were fighting with another woman while he was standing there watching you two fight. Some kids ran to hold the woman’s legs and pulled her away while you two were fighting. Start praying hard before another woman snatches him away from you.”

I went into my room with regret written all over my face, thinking that I was playing hard to get, which was why my mom had started having bad dreams about our relationship. I called him and apologized. I told him to have patience with me because I was soon going to give him what he wanted.

One Saturday afternoon, I dressed up nicely to visit his place. I intended to go there unannounced, but I realized I might get lost trying to go there alone, so I gave him a call midway to ask him to send me his location. He said, “You’re lying.” I sent him a photo of me in a trotro. A few minutes later, the location arrived.

He met me at the gate and took me inside. He asked what I would drink. While he stepped into the kitchen to get me a drink, I noticed a pile of frames under the chair right opposite me. At first, I thought they were awards or citations. While I was taking my drink, he said he was going to shower.

I reached for the frames. There were two. They were not awards but photo frames. One was a photo of him wearing a suit with a woman in a wedding dress next to him. In the next one, they had their backs to each other, smiling.

I shook my head and quickly placed them back the same way I picked them. Surprisingly, when he came back into the room, the first place he looked was where the frames were kept. He sat next to me and started waxing lyrical about how much he’d missed me and how surprised he was about my visit. While he was going on and on, I was also looking for an excuse to run. I told him, “It came this morning when I was getting ready to come. I’m sorry.”

He quickly pulled away from me as if I were bad news. He said, “I know you chose this day to come so I can’t do anything to you. Why are you like that?” We continued talking, but my mind wasn’t in the room with him. I was angry, disappointed, and almost flaring up. While I was in a car going home, I texted him, “I saw the photos. Why are you lying?”

He called immediately, but I wasn’t ready to have such a conversation in public transport. I got home and saw my mom. She asked why I was home earlier than I planned. I answered, “Your dream was right, but you misinterpreted it. He’s already taken.”

After narrating the whole story to her, my mom got angry. She said, “Don’t tell him anything. Let him come here and meet me.” I responded, “I already texted him.” She screamed, “Oooh, you shouldn’t have. You’ve spoiled the show. The fight in the dream would have been me and him while you watched. What a nonsense man. He’s already married and he’s calling you Wifee?”

I didn’t pick up his calls, hoping that would lure him in, but he never came around. Days later, I picked up his call, and he said, “You’re getting it all wrong. I wasn’t the groom. I was only the best man that day. Yeah, you won’t believe me, but give me the chance to explain. Do you think I would bring you into my matrimonial home if that were the case?”

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I nearly believed him until I decided to talk to people and do my research properly—something I should have done long ago. He is married with three kids, the last one a girl who is only a few months old. He doesn’t live with his wife because of work, but his wife comes around occasionally.

When dining with men like the one I met, sister, use a long spoon.

—Araba  

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