The Affair 2


Funmi Ogheva was waiting for Emmanuel in the foyer when he arrived at the Banana Island home on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. The children had been fed earlier and sent to bed. Before leaving for the day, the full-time housekeeper had set the formal dining table with the best china and added fresh flowers to the centerpiece.

Funmi was dressed in purple silk caftan than swished against her legs as she moved forward to greet her husband. “My God did she do that to you?” As she examined the scratches on his cheek, there was no sympathy in her voice, merely surprise.

“Satisfied, Funmi? These scratches should prove that I did what I promised.” His mind went back to the incident that happened two days ago…

“Honey, do you know where my gold cuff links are?”

Emmanuel Ogheva emerged from his wardrobe with his shirt tails flapping. He and Funmi were due at a political dinner in half an hour. They were running late. He’d arrived home from his afternoon campaign speech with barely enough time to shower and change before charging out again to face another crowd of potential contributors and voters.

“They’re here on my dresser.”

Funmi was seated on the tufted velvet stool in front of her dressing table, pulling a hairbrush through her Peruvian weave.

“Did you have a chance to catch me on TV? I heard the Channels interview was fantastic. Did you watch it?”  he asked as he approached her, buttoning his shirt.

“No, darling. I was busy getting ready for tonight. I’m sure you were a smashing success.”

He reached around her for the cuff links. “Two TV stations…”

He yanked his hand back as though it had been beaten by a cobra.

His cuff links were nestled in a tiny heap of lace that he immediately recognized. His stomach quickened. For several unendurable moments he was afraid he was going to be sick all over Funmi’s jars of beauty creams and bottles of perfumes.

His eyes connected with hers in the mirror. Very coolly, she finished clipping on a pair of gold earrings. “I found those in the pocket of a suit jacket I sent to be dry-cleaned. It’s a wifely little habit of mine to check your pockets before sending things out. You should have known that been careful.”

“Funmi, I –”

“You what, Emmanuel?” She swiveled around on the stool and gazed up at him with an expression too sweet to be sincere. “You’ve taken to wearing women’s underwear?” She picked up the strands of elasticized lace that supported the small triangle. “What’s the term for that predilection? Cross-dressing?”

Now that he had recovered from the initial shock of seeing Amanda’s g-string panties on his wife’s dressing table, he started to get angry. Other men had affairs and never had to account for them. Why was he always having to play the penitent?

“Don’t talk down to me, Funmi.”

“Well then,” she said, snapping the elastic like a slingshot before letting the garment drop back onto the vanity, “the only other conclusion I can draw is that you are having an extramarital affair.”

She stood up and brushed him aside. Of all her affectations, this haughty act grated on his nerves the most. With a few practiced gestures and calculated words, she could make him feel gauche and stupid and small.

He was a Nigerian Senator, by God! No one, not even his wife, was going to humiliate him. He would never confess to having a mistress, much less beg forgiveness.

Funmi withdrew a lace gown from her closet and stepped into it, working it up over her willowy hips. “Do me up,” she said after pushing her arms through the sequined sleeves.

After he zipped the dress, she turned to face him. “I’m not stupid enough to think you’re faithful to me. Of course you’ve had other women. You have one now and you’ll have others. That’s not the issue.”

“Then why bring it up?” he asked belligerently. She could have discreetly disposed of the panties and avoided this ugly scene. He took heat all day from a dozen different sources. He didn’t need to catch shit at home, too.

“I brought it up to point out your appalling stupidity.”

Emmanuel saw red. “Now just a minute. I –”

She held up both hands. “Spare me your righteous indignation, Emmanuel. You can’t afford it. Listen to me and heed what I say.”

Her eyes narrowed. “If I found out that you’re unfaithful to your wedding vows, others will find out. You’ve been incredibly stupid and alarmingly careless. Sooner or later the odds will catch up with you, just as I did.

“Throughout your campaign you’ve wooed the public well. You’ve cultivated a strong, solid constituency.” She paused to draw a breath. “How do you think the Bible thumpers and fanatics would regard you if it was revealed you’re an adulterer? What do you think would happen if your Christian image was exposed as fraudulent? Are you willing to sacrifice thousands of votes for a few hours of…” she flipped her hand out, indicating the panties on the vanity.

“Sex. It’s called sex, Funmi.” He took delight in the sudden blanching of her fair face and the stiffening of her spine. “And if you weren’t so prissy in bed, I wouldn’t – “

“Don’t.” She aimed her index finger at the center of his chest. “Don’t turn the blame for this on me. This is your mistake, Emmanuel. And I’m informing you now that I won’t suffer the consequences of it. I like being Mrs. Funmi Emmanuel Ogheva, the senator’s wife. That’s what I intend to continue being.

“But if you get caught, if you’re exposed as a cheating, lying husband, don’t expect me to attest to what a wonderful loving husband and father you are. I won’t be made to look a fool.

“Furthermore,” she continued, lowering her voice to a more confidential pitch, “you know what it’ll mean if my father withdraws his financial support from your campaign.” Emmanuel felt the blood draining from his face. Funmi smiled. “Without my father’s contributions, you won’t win this one. Think about that. The next time you get the urge to sex – as you so charmingly phrase it – exercise your marital rights.”

She tapped the front of his starched shirt with her well-manicured nail. “Making me unhappy would be extremely ill advised, Emmanuel. End the affair. Immediately.”

She came up on tiptoe and gave his lips a soft kiss. “You’d better finish dressing or we’ll be late. Be sure to allow a few minutes to say good night to the children.” At the bedroom door she paused and nodded toward the vanity. “And kindly dispose of those, so I never have to look at them again.”

Emmanuel was simmering, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. On the surface they had a perfect marriage. As long as things went Funmi’s way, life was harmonious. But he suffered no delusions about her. She looked as fragile as a rose. But if crossed, she could be as vicious as a vampire bat.

What had angered her was the timing of the affair and his failure to conceal it. Funmi wasn’t running the show. That’s what had her pissed.

He approached the dressing table and picked up the lace panties. Too many times his affair with Amanda had separated him from his better judgment. He shuddered to think of some nosey reporter getting wind of his affair with the famous beauty queen.

As he fingered the lace, he thought about Amanda. “I have to see her soon. Give her a parting gift…”

About Ezar

I'm in love with my dreams, married to success and having an affair with life ;) I live for the moments you can't put into words and I dont look back...unless there's a good view.

Posted on May 31, 2016, in Tega's Tales. Bookmark the permalink. 41 Comments.

  1. Akinjide Akintayo(Divepen)

    Hmm… Funmi.
    The captain.


  2. Crazy girlfriend, crazy wife. The man is in trouble.


  3. Fuck up!!!! How can he take the panties home? What a blunder. The man is not sharp at all.


  4. I like how you write, Dumebi. I got your book at a store in Nairobi. Your characters are super! Thank you.

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  5. hahahahha. This Funmi of a wife is a cold fish. Mean woman. Cool, calm and calculated. I like her.


  6. I like the wife – no nonsense


  7. God will always give out cheaters…..its a Holy matrimony,and God cannot be mocked.Sometimes artificial nail will off on d floor of d car.Cheaters are mugus…not smart enough to cover their ‘air-tight’ track.Hahaha.


  8. Funmi reminds me of Hilary Clinton.They are on top of d situation.They are tactful and play their cards well.May d diabolical Amandas not succeed in their wicked acts against d responsible wives.Let their plans boomerang upon their on head….curse without a curse will not rest, period.

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  9. ** Curse without a cause will not rest.


  10. @ Christy**’ Curse without a cause will not rest’.


  11. Now, this is what I’m talking about…… God bless you ma


  12. Emmanuel your own parting gift from Amanda is on the way.


  13. beautifully written. i look forward to reading more of your stories


  14. Let d world wake up to celebrate my OMALICHANWA,my one and only girl child…DUMDUM!EZAR IS PLUS ONE TODAY!!!.Who says dat d girl child is not for d heights?My Angel,d Lord has made ur feet like dat of a deer and has enabled u to go on d heights.Babygirl,mount up with wings as d eagle nd soar over the high places of d earth.Happy Birthday DUMDUM!!Love u so dearly my Sweetie.Proudly Ezar’s Momma.

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  15. Ohhhhh!So EZAR is plus one.God bless u ma.EZAR I hail u ooo.HBD.Love d story.Amanda will end up like Monica Lewinsky…faded,unsung,lonely and unmarried.


  16. Dumdum,HBD.Keep flying…d sky will not limit you.I love ur storyline.I dislike(hate) cheaters and their sex partners.May d Lord smite their loins.They must zip up d hard way.


  17. EZAR,HBD.You are an exceptional girl child,treading where d men tread,even harder.Fly on Baby.I hail u.Praying dat ur darling will neva be like hypocritical Emmanuel whose shameful acts reproach d Holy name of d Holy One of Israel.


  18. EZAR,ur posts hv blessed me.Have fun on ur birthday.Emmanuel is d victim of his life drama. He will lie on his bed of sin,a wretched man.


  19. Dumebi,keep soaring until u get to ur destination.Which momma will not be proud to hv u as a daughter.I am proud of mother and child.HBD EZAR.Where is Amanda’s mother?Perhaps she is in bed wit another woman’s husband.Oloshi!Like mother,like daughter!


  20. EZAR,u are a distinguished writer.I loathe the undistinguished senators of Nig who are morally depraved…corrupt and adulterous.With all d stolen money,they look so old and worn out.Distinguished Dumdum,HBD.Love u.


  21. Thumbs down for Cheaters and their sex toys.Thumbs Up for EZAR.The only place for u is UP.HBD.


  22. Omalichanwa,I hail u.HBD.Tanks for keeping us posted with stories dat touch d heart.kudos and keep soaring to touch lives.Love u Babe.


  23. EZAR,osinachi.Ur testimony si na Chi,ur family background si na Chi,ur Christian upbringing si na Chi,ur momma si na Chi,ur husband so na Chi,ur everything si na CHUKWU! Lord I praise and give thanks to u for Dumebi’s life.Receive all d glory.HBD.I HATE AFFAIRS,no matter d colour.It nauseates me.I throw up on Emmanuel and the bitch!


  24. Dumdum,I hail u.I love ur stories.Gods story about u is wonderful and adorable.Indeed u are fearfully and wonderfully made. HBD.Cheaters need surgery… CASTRATION.Thats the only way dat they can zip up,and zip up d hard way.Let’s see what Amanda is up to.May Emma bear his pain alone.Let not d wife and children share his pain and sorrow wen they come calling.


  25. Omalichanwa,happy birthday! U are remarkable story teller any day. We wait wit great suspence to get d whole gist.Chei.Emma is on d road dat leads to destruction…no parking,no stopping.what a tug of war b/w two furious woman.He is in hell already.


  26. Hell indeed.He is d architect of his troubles.By d time they deal wit him,his rod b/w his legs will not rise,even at d sight of a naked woman.Happy Birthday, Dumdum.Thanks for impacting us through ur posts.U are a blessing.


  27. U hv touched d girl child and helped to position them for greatness.I will remain grateful to u my aunty EZAR.I pray dat we will no longer be preyed upon by d heartless Emmanuels,who take advantage of our vulnerability to destroy our destiny.We,d girl children,shall be victors and not victims of lawless men.


  28. @Joy,Amenoooo.HBD Omalichanwa.May ur path shine brighter and brighter unto a perfect day.To think dat he is called Emmanuel.He would hv been called Satanuel,d son of d devil!


  29. This is my story.I know dat there is an age-long Amanda wit diabolical tendencies,nd perhaps has my effigy and my husband’s tied back to back so that we do not see eye to eye, to her advantage.But d triumphing of d wicked is short…it will boomerang upon her own head.Happy Birthday Dumdum.I am waiting to see what will happen to Amanda and Satanuel,d defilers of d marriage bed.The Lord will judge them.That is my take.


  30. The Amandas are only sex toys. There is no love lost b/w them.Its all lust…fatal attraction that will end in a fatal accident.Have fun on ur birthday, EZAR.


  31. A perverse and adulterous generation!!!!What legacy will Satanuel live for d children? How to cheat on their spouses? Where are d Apostle Pauls who understand dat their body is d temple of d Holy Ghost? Did d Lord not say,He who destroys My temple,I will destroy.Happy birthday to a wonderful writer.


  32. If the Revealer of secrets should reveal to us d evil secret deeds of d children of men,the living will not mourn them wen they die prematurely.Dumdum,HBD.


  33. Wonderful comments!I hv learnt a lot…d reality of life.Dumdum,hope u are having fun?HBD.


  34. Adultery is as heinous as murder.The guilty will not go unpunished


  35. As d cheated,I hv learnt to zip up.Not defrauding one another is d command for faithful spouses.I can’t afford to contact sexual diseases from a ‘public utility’.He must bear his pain alone until he comes to his senses.EZAR,the Lord is good.HBD.


  36. Yea,cheaters want to eat their cake and hv it.Double game players.They hv sent many wives to d grave.That’s why they are quick to remarry.One remarried and is already cheating on d new wife.Like death,they are neva satisfied.Omalicha,guess u are rounding up d celebrations. HBD.


  37. To think they blame their moral depravity on d wives?Have they ever sought d opinions of d wives ,whether they are good in bed?Many are flat on bed.That’s why they go to d prostitutes,who for their wage can give any sex menu dat tends to pervasion…. anal & oral sex for a fee.Sexual perverts!The traditional Christian wives can not give them these.


  38. Na wa for men oooo.Any opening in d body for sex?Perverts indeed.Perhaps if d ears were deep enough,they will enter through the nose .Chei,Anu ofia.


  39. Are these men bisexuals?Only God knows d evil deeds of adulterous men,and will judge accordingly on d D-day.


  40. May d Lord hv mercy on this adulterous and perverse generation.Satan take perverted sex swear for them.That’s why they cannot differentiate b/w a toddler and an adult for sex.


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