Story: Memorable july- episodes 1

When the knock came on the door, Uyama thought it was surely too soon for Amaitem to have driven from Eket to Uyo. It seemed no time at all since he had said, ‘I’ll be with you soon,’ and hung up the call before she could say another word.


He’d gone to minister as a chorister at the their main church branch in Eket for almost a week, and he’d missed Uyama so much. He’d never been away from her for so long since they’d met. As a commissioner and a choir leader, Amaitem was a busy man. He travelled everywhere with Uyama, and when he had time for his wife Dara and his daughter Jayla, he’d only spent few hours with them.

Now, Uyama opened the door slowly and stared at the woman whose body size had filled the doorway, while her head nearly touched the beam across the top. She had an expensive thick curling bohemian hair, and her complexion was more tanned than she remembered. She had a huge zirconia choker necklace around her neck, and a bold expensive stud earring that glittered rainbow colors at night.

In appearance, Dara was quite a huge woman with so much expensive accessories that spoke volume. She was rich and beauty wasn’t really the right word to describe Dara. She was tall and chubby. High cheek bones and a good structure meant that she was almost beautiful.

When Uyama realized who she was, her heart trembled. She’d seen her countless times at the church launching high table, and on pages of newspapers. She’d seen her on Amaitem’s phone. Dara was once on Amaitem’s screensaver until he met Uyama and began to have intimacy with her. He was his choir director, and she was just a week old in the mountain of Life ministries at Uyo when they’d started dating.

She couldn’t speak. Dara looked down at her for moments and then beyond her. “You’re that bitch, that bitch that has been sleeping with my husband.” Dara pushed her aside and walked into the middle of her room, taking a quick snobbish glance.

“Madam please what do you want here?” Uyama asked quietly.

“My husband and you are dating. I came to warn you cheap whore, who hides and pretends under the chorister’s robe and sleep with married men in church…”

“Ex…excuse me ma…” Uyama stammered.

“Shut up! You think I don’t know that you and my husband Amaitem are going out and fornicating?” She asked sternly. Her eyes had turned mysteriously red. “Next time I see you near my husband, or my husband near you, I will report you to the general overseer, or to our branch pastor. Women like you shouldn’t be seen in churches, you’re nothing but a cheap slut, whose agenda is just to sleep with people’s husbands. I know your type! you’re a runs girl.” Dara said rudely and pushed her aside, walking away. As she slammed the door, Uyama ran towards the door and managed to turn the key in the lock with a shaky hand. She settled on a chair, a chill like cold and heat had been creeping through her since Dara left.

She wondered how Dara knew where she lived. She’d been dating Amaitem for just two months, and she’d not collected as much money as she’d wanted. He’d only paid her house rent for the year, bought her an iPhone seven, and allowance of two hundred thousand naira only.
Uyama was beautiful, elegant and attractive. She had the kind of body a man yearned for. Since her former man friend Chief Hezekiah died of balanitis. He was like her earthly god. And even when all her friends had forged lies against her to chief, he’d loved her and spent more money on her. And to start life all over again, she’d relocated to Uyo her hometown.

Uyama cleared the scanty burgundy hair that covered her scanty eyelashes in between sweats.

She dialled Amaitem’s number, and when it rang for a while, he picked the call and said, “I’ll be right with you.” He hung up, didn’t allow her say more words. She wanted to phone him and stop him, but she inhaled a deep breath and pondered around her large self

When the knock came on the door, Uyama thought it was surely too soon for Amaitem to have driven from Eket to Uyo. It seemed no time at all since he had said, ‘I’ll be with you soon,’ and hung up the call before she could say another word.

He’d gone to minister as a chorister at the their main church branch in Eket for almost a week, and he’d missed Uyama so much. He’d never been away from her for so long since they’d met. As a commissioner and a choir leader, Amaitem was a busy man. He travelled everywhere with Uyama, and when he had time for his wife Dara and his daughter Jayla, he’d only spent few hours with them.

Now, Uyama opened the door slowly and stared at the woman whose body size had filled the doorway, while her head nearly touched the beam across the top. She had an expensive thick curling bohemian hair, and her complexion was more tanned than she remembered. She had a huge zirconia choker necklace around her neck, and a bold expensive stud earring that glittered rainbow colors at night.

In appearance, Dara was quite a huge woman with so much expensive accessories that spoke volume. She was rich and beauty wasn’t really the right word to describe Dara. She was tall and chubby. High cheek bones and a good structure meant that she was almost beautiful.

When Uyama realized who she was, her heart trembled. She’d seen her countless times at the church launching high table, and on pages of newspapers. She’d seen her on Amaitem’s phone. Dara was once on Amaitem’s screensaver until he met Uyama and began to have intimacy with her. He was his choir director, and she was just a week old in the mountain of Life ministries at Uyo when they’d started dating.

She couldn’t speak. Dara looked down at her for moments and then beyond her. “You’re that bitch, that bitch that has been sleeping with my husband.” Dara pushed her aside and walked into the middle of her room, taking a quick snobbish glance.

“Madam please what do you want here?” Uyama asked quietly.

“My husband and you are dating. I came to warn you cheap whore, who hides and pretends under the chorister’s robe and sleep with married men in church…”

“Ex…excuse me ma…” Uyama stammered.

“Shut up! You think I don’t know that you and my husband Amaitem are going out and fornicating?” She asked sternly. Her eyes had turned mysteriously red. “Next time I see you near my husband, or my husband near you, I will report you to the general overseer, or to our branch pastor. Women like you shouldn’t be seen in churches, you’re nothing but a cheap slut, whose agenda is just to sleep with people’s husbands. I know your type! you’re a runs girl.” Dara said rudely and pushed her aside, walking away. As she slammed the door, Uyama ran towards the door and managed to turn the key in the lock with a shaky hand. She settled on a chair, a chill like cold and heat had been creeping through her since Dara left.

She wondered how Dara knew where she lived. She’d been dating Amaitem for just two months, and she’d not collected as much money as she’d wanted. He’d only paid her house rent for the year, bought her an iPhone seven, and allowance of two hundred thousand naira only.
Uyama was beautiful, elegant and attractive. She had the kind of body a man yearned for. Since her former man friend Chief Hezekiah died of balanitis. He was like her earthly god. And even when all her friends had forged lies against her to chief, he’d loved her and spent more money on her. And to start life all over again, she’d relocated to Uyo her hometown.

Uyama cleared the scanty burgundy hair that covered her scanty eyelashes in between sweats.

She dialled Amaitem’s number, and when it rang for a while, he picked the call and said, “I’ll be right with you.” He hung up, didn’t allow her say more words. She wanted to phone him and stop him, but she inhaled a deep breath and pondered around her large self . She wanted to phone him and stop him, but she inhaled a deep breath and pondered around her large self contain that had lots of expensive decors around it. The thoughts of Dara’s threats danced in her brain, forming all sorts of combinations; Her head was aching. She’d started chewing her artificial nails, defacing the green colour to white. She’d met her ex lovers wives who’d come to fight her and warn her against their husbands in the market, shopping malls, and salons. But they were not half as stunning and huge as Dara.

A knock suddenly came again at the door, her heart trembled. She rushed to see who it was, and when she saw that it was Amaitem, she opened the door hastily, locking it as he stepped his foot in the room.

“Your wife just left here.” She said softly, her heart was beating fast.

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“Dara came here?” Amaitem asked, looking amazed. Uyama nodded.

‘Did she do anything to you?” He asked, holding her tight and looking into her eyes. Her face was pressed around his shoulders and she jerked back head, away from him, gasping.

“You have to get me another apartment as soon as possible. I can’t stay here any longer baby.”

“Hold it.” He held her upright with one arm, slipping off his jacket and dropping it over the bed. “Now sit down and relax. I will do anything for you Uyama baby.”

His voice calmed her. He was the cutest of all the men he’d dated. He was different, bold, tall, huge, masculine, just her kind of man.