I met Jigga at an interview. When he saw me entering the room, he shifted, indicating I could sit next to him. When I sat down, we shook hands and became friends. After his interview, he called me on the side and gave me a brief of all the questions he was asked. When I went in, most of the questions were asked. When I came out, Jigga was out there waiting for me.

“How did it go?” He asked me.

“Bro, you really helped me. All the questions were asked.”

We exchanged contacts and went our separate ways. When he was given a role in the company, he called to tell me. We were like brothers. We met and celebrated. Little did I know my call was on the way too. A week later I was called. We were over the moon. When we started working, we told our new colleagues that we were brothers.

Three years later Jigga married Alice. I was the best man, wedding planner, in charge of alcohol, and in charge of miscellaneous. After the wedding, I became the advisor in their marriage. They had a terrible start but I served as a competent mediator, resolving every issue that came their way.

Alice was four months pregnant when Jigga drove into a stationed articulator truck and broke every bone that existed in his body. He was at the hospital for a week. He opened his eyes and saw us by his side but he couldn’t say a word until he sunk into the ditch of mortality.

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I lost a brother. Alice lost a husband. His parents lost a caretaker and his siblings lost a brother who had become a father to them.

I swore to help Alice through the grief and even help take care of the baby she was carrying. “I will dedicate my life to ensuring their safety and take care of them as Jigga would have done,” I told myself.

Alice had a baby girl. I was there. I was there during the naming ceremony. I was there when she took her first step. I was there singing Happy Birthday during her first birthday. I was there when she was admitted to the hospital.

Now I’m here deeply in love with Alice but thinking about the moral angle of my feelings.

I’ve been with her for so long she has become like a better half.  She tells me everything and she knows the reason I can’t have a stable relationship. She cooks for me and does little wifey duties to keep my bachelor life going.

She doesn’t know how I feel about her romantically and I don’t know how she feels too. Most importantly, I don’t know how Jigga will feel knowing I have a thing for what he left behind.

Would he rest in peace if we end up together? Would society look at me in a favourable spectacle? Would they be kind with their judgements?

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These are the questions slowing my pace to love. I’m convinced she’s the one. She’s way too kind and I’m the one who understands her perfectly. It will be easier for us to raise the girl, I believe. She’s already my daughter. I don’t know whether to go ahead or withdraw my feelings from what looks like an indecent affair.

— Anthony

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