The next day, I went to see Malama Aisha at her office. After discussing normal CDG matters, we started talking about others stuffs.
**Walahi, this woman na ‘gister’**.
We were gisting like we had known each other for long. She told me her husband was a medical doctor and he worked at Yola. He usually came back about once or twice a month and sometimes she went to visit him. They had a kid who was with her in Katsina. She asked me about myself and I told her. We really talked at length.
After that day, I was beginning to lose my lust for her. I had never wanted to have anything to do with married women. I wasn’t going to start now.
She on the other hand, became increasingly fond of me. ‘Dioxidane, Dan Allah (please) come and help me to fix this…’ ‘Dioxidane, come and help me to get this…’ I was getting used to receiving those kind of calls from her.
In my mind, ‘ah an, this woman, I be your house boy ni???’. But since I was getting free foodstuff most times and I get to use her car when running those errands, I really didn’t mind. Besides I was in a ‘foreign’ land, and I needed all the allies I could get.
Meanwhile, Zainab and I had resolved our issues and continued our thursday rendezvous.
I was typing an article on my laptop one evening when my phone rang…
Caller: Dioxidane, it’s me Rejoice…