It was my wedding day. I was happy, yet I was waiting for something to
happen. Maje had disappointed me three times before.
We would pick a
date to go to the wedding registry and he would call it off. It wasn’t
until we shared our first dance that I finally believed that it had
happened. We got back together (after a quarrel because Maje took ‘an
ex’ to a party he bluntly told Toke he wasn’t taking her to and he and
the ex were ‘touching freely and kissing’)…
Maje invited me to Abuja….
As I was putting away my things I saw all kinds of feminine items –
earrings on the dresser, sanitary pads in the drawer…."
At some
point while we were dating, Maje had asked if he could tape us having
sex. This was a new one for me but I would do anything to keep my man,
or so I thought, and so I obliged. But I was nervous afterwards because I
didn’t want the tape to get into the wrong hands.
I dragged the file
back to his desktop, and I could tell from the stilled image in the
video that the person in it was not me. I clicked play and watched
horrified as Maje had sex with Anita. Watching that video, all of the
inadequacies I thought I had dealt with over the years came rushing
back. I had been with Maje from when I was an immature teenager, through
my twenties, and for most of those years, Anita had been the standard I
had to live up to. I had lightened my skin at some point – Anita was
half Lebanese and half Ibibio, and Maje made me feel like he preferred
her lighter skin.”
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