Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 16: A Good Man


January 19th, 2013

I woke up this morning, wishing I hadn’t agreed to host Phillip and Diana for dinner. Yes, I am curious about what she’s like, but with the kind of mood I’ve been in since yesterday, all I want to do is lie under my sheets all day!

When I got home yesterday, I had told Patrick about the lunchtime incident. Yes, he already knew about my abortion fiasco, and how gravely it had hurt me…not just physically, but emotionally, psychologically, and even spiritually. He too agreed that Doris had hit me way below the belt, by resurrecting from the ashes of its LASU grave. He’s been trying to cheer me up, but the reopened wound will take a little time to heal. Even though I have forgotten about the incident, I have never forgotten about my child…who would have been 11 years old, if only I had let him live. I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for that.

I was still lying in bed by 2pm, when Patrick walked into the room again.

“You have a visitor…” he said, before letting Nwando into the room.

I sat up abruptly, overjoyed and surprised to see her. She stood awkwardly by the door, as Patrick let himself out.

“I just wanted to thank you for the flowers you sent…” she said, with a shrug “I didn’t know you weren’t feeling well.”

I immediately jumped out of bed “Nwando, I’m so sorry for everything I said. I acted stupidly, and I am really, really sorry…”

She smiled “I know you are. I’m actually happy you said it to my face, instead of gossiping behind my back. It took guts.”

“More like stupidity!” I responded shamefully.

She laughed, and walked across to embrace me…and I felt so happy to have her back in my life. I have met enough awful people to know how important it is to hold on tight to the few good ones.

As we sat in the room, she told me the entire story about Obinna. Idahosa had gotten most of the story right…she and Obinna had truly been in love from their FUTO days, and he had left the country after his graduation…but what Idahosa hadn’t told us was that Nwando had been the one to break Obinna’s heart. Apparently, Obinna had still tried to stay in touch when he was studying in the UK, but Nwando’s family had urged her to date a more established man, who seemed like he was ready to take her to the alter. So, she had cut all ties with Obinna, and agreed to marry the other guy, who even went as far as paying her bride price. She had followed him home, and proceeded to stay with him as they planned their white wedding. But after being turned into a punching bag, she had run back to her parents’ house, and both families had mutually called everything off. Over the years, she couldn’t help but compare all the men she dated, to Obinna. To her, none of them had treated or loved her the way Obinna had. So, she had kept on turning all her suitors away, much to the chagrin of her family, who thought she was being unreasonable. And then, after over 14 years of separation, she had found her Obinna on Facebook. They had reconnected, and the rest was history.

“Forget his looks, Faith” Nwando said, still starry eyed “That man is a good man! And he loves me with all his heart!”

Looking at how happy she was, I knew that was all that mattered.

“But don’t worry, I’m also working on throwing away those coloured jeans, and fishnet tops” she said, and we both burst out laughing.

Oh, my Nwando! What would I have done without her! When I told her about Phillip and Diana, she made sure I immediately got out of bed, and proceeded to help me cook up a storm. My initial plan was to order take-away, but thanks to my lovely friend, by the time it was 6pm, I had pepper soup, jollof rice, fried chicken, goat meat, and fresh beef stew, piping hot in my kitchen. She had also helped me pick out an appropriate outfit, and even helped with my makeup. She declined my invitation to join us, but instead invited Patrick and I to come to her flat for lunch tomorrow.

By the time she left, Patrick was in awe of us, and the fact that we had fully reconciled.

Before I could gloat too much, I heard the sound of a car drive into the compound, and knew it had to be Phillip. Peeping outside, I saw that was right.

It was time to meet the new woman in my brother’s life…




Catch up on Faith’s story here:

  1. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 1: BFP
  2. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 2: Lukewarm Response
  3. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 3: The Struggle
  4. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 4: Tricked
  5. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 5: Keeping her man
  6. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 6: Men are so annoying!
  7. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 7: Bleeding
  8. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 8: The 9 Week Mark
  9. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 9: Festive
  10. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 10: The Holiday
  11. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 11: This thing called love
  12. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 12: The Pregnancy Glow
  13. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 13: The Baby & The Bobo
  14. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 14: Wahala
  15. Faith’s Pregnancyy Diary 15: The Abortion




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