( A Love Triangle)
Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde.

“Why don’t you move in with me?, By the time we have two to three kids, your father will realize there is nothing he can do about it, then we will do the proper marriage?” Odi had innocently suggested.

The idea made sense to me. Odi was a good guy, he had taken me to see his father who accepted me. His siblings also showed me plenty of love. There was therefore no cause for alarm.

Mustapha was a no go area for me , though he was a cool guy, but the religion issue would be a serious battle as being a Muslim didn’t go down well with me. I had nothing against the Islamic religion, as I had Muslim friends, but I had seen too much rancor and drama between my parents over their religious difference to want history to repeat itself in my life. They were always arguing and fighting especially when my father wanted the children to follow his path….

Therefore, at that point, Odi’s advice made sense.

I moved in with Odi and life was sweet. I wish there was a better word for how my life felt. I wore designer wears, same with Jadesola who started living with me. Odi pampered me like a Baby, He loved Jadesola like his own.

However, he didn’t like me keeping friends. He told me he didn’t want envy around him as most ladies were always envious of their happy friends. What Odi said made sense, so I lost contact with ALL my friends, including Mmesoma…

I felt I didn’t need them, I had Odi and Jadesola for all I cared.


Trouble started brewing when after eight months of moving in, I had not gotten pregnant. Odi started questioning my inability to have a baby as he wanted to have a baby. He loved kids as this was obvious in the way he treated Jadesola. He had enrolled her into one of the best private schools in Our city. She had a private music teacher, She had a ballet teacher, She had a diction teacher as he told me he wanted to improve her spoken English. Staying with my mother didn’t help Jadesola’s spoken English and Etiquette so Odi said he wanted all that to change….

You should therefore understand how unhappy he was when I had not become pregnant after eight months of living together as Husband and Wife…The pregnancy was a way of winning my father.

I also started suspecting disaster on my end, as the realization dawned on me, that Odi was not yet legally married to me and if I didn’t get pregnant soon, he could send Jadesola and I out of his life.

I knew the abortion could have been the cause of the delay, but the relief I had in me was the doctor’s report. The doctor had said there was nothing wrong with either of us. He told us to be calm and rely on God.

However, Odi was not calm and I could understand, his first daughter was with the mother abroad and his wife was yet to have a child. I tried IUI and IVF, but it failed on several counts, so I decided to take matters into my own hands as I felt God was possibly punishing me for the abortion I committed.

I went to as many places as possible, I did all sort of things and I wasn’t sure which one paid off, but exactly 3 years of moving into his house, I found out I was pregnant.

Odi and I were over the moon, Odi especially had too much joy exuding from him. As a gift for being pregnant, he bought me a Gas station. He told me he had more in store for me, especially if the child was a boy…

I returned to all the places I went and kept praying the gender of the baby should be a boy….

The 7 months after I found out I was pregnant was one of the best time of my life, Odi spoiled Jadesola and I silly. I silently thanked God I didn’t end up with Papa, Bro Kennedy or even Bro Stephen….

I didn’t let Odi and I know the gender of the child as I was so sure it was going to be a boy. I therefore didn’t do any Ultrasound scan. I only went for my antenatal regularly, where I was reassured that the baby was doing fine as his/her heartbeat was perfect.

On the 14th July, the day had started casually except that I had a dream overnight. I saw that I was drenched by rain and I was carrying Jadesola and a baby in my hands, A man was trying to drag the two children from my hands, I saw Odi and my mother closeby, but as my late mother saw that I was under attack , she ran towards me and defended Jadesola with all her strength but Odi stood Akimbo with no strength to do anything…The wicked man eventually took the baby from my hand and slammed her on the floor….

I had woken up really frightened but prayed and called my Spiritualist who told me he would work on the dream. I had driven Jadesola to school because Odi was out of town.

On my way back from Jadesola’s school, my water broke in the car. I carefully drove myself to the hospital. I called Odi and explained things to him, he was elated and he told me he was going to take the next flight to town.

The delivery was so painful I kept gasping for breath. Odi came in time for my pushing… I pushed and pushed and I gave birth to Iremide ( My goodness has come)….Odi and I had chosen that Yoruba name before the baby’s birth….

But Iremide didn’t look anything like goodness, I saw Odi’s reaction, followed by the nurses’ reaction and I knew something was wrong…

“ Was she a girl?” My heart sank at the thought .

I asked the nurses to let me see my baby and all I could shout was

“ JESUS!” The one name I knew could help me out of this trouble….

©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

The baby didn’t look human, it had the complete features of a baby, two hands and two legs but the shape of the head was so absurd, I moved back in fear. The baby also had an offensive smell like rotten fish. Though I was feeling pains, I jumped back in fear.

Odi also ran out of the delivery room. One of the nurses rushed out to call the doctor. One of the nurses who was bold enough took over the cleaning of the baby. The baby’s cry was loud and clear, telling us she was alive and breathing.

As the doctor stepped in, he was also flabbergasted to say the least, but he tried to hide his emotions.

I wanted to run away from the hospital, as Odi had left me at the hospital. The baby had been cleaned and put by my side. She was a girl. Her crying was disturbing everyone. I became a topic among the nurses. I couldn’t breastfeed her as I was also irritated and fearful at her sight. I knew this child was not from God, I knew I had gone to the devil for a child and since he didn’t have the ability to create a child, he packaged a demon in a baby form into my womb… I knew Iremide was a messenger from hell to make my life unlivable.

By 6pm, Jadesola’s school started calling as she was probably the only child left in school. Odi had abandoned Jadesola. I received the call and pleaded with the school to please ask one of the care givers to bring her to the hospital.

I waited till around 8pm and yet no sign of Jadesola. I started becoming apprehensive all of a sudden, and my fear was confirmed when I called the school and I was told the caregiver had just sent a text to them, that she had mistakenly taken a ritualist bus and presently she didn’t know where they were heading to…

I jumped from the bed and started screaming. The nurses rushed in trying to calm me down. They thought I was screaming because of Iremide, but I was screaming because I suddenly remembered my dream that I had earlier that day. The dream about the strong man who wanted to seize my two kids from me, I was screaming because one part of the dream had manifested itself, the strong man had slammed Iremide on the floor and that could be the reason she came out looking like a monster, she probably had been injured. Jadesola who had been saved by mother in the dream had also been kidnapped physically… I screamed because unfortunately for me, my mum was not alive to save Jadesola through prayers…. And worse of all, just like Odi was standing Akimbo in the dream not doing anything to save me and the baby, Odi had disappeared….

I kept screaming and the last thing I remembered was me feeling a prick. I was sedated.

I woke up at around 11pm, I looked around for Odi but he was nowhere in sight!…Jadesola! I suddenly remembered…

“Where was she? Had they found her?” I thought to myself as I didn’t want to scream for fear of getting sedated again. Rather, I called Odi, and surprisingly he picked up.

“ Hello Odi…”

“ Hello…” I could hear the sound of heavy music in the background

“ Where are you Odi?”

“ Where do you expect me to be?”

“ Odi I just gave birth, though…”

“ Hey hold it, that thing you gave birth to is not a child, and I guess you got it from going from one place to the other, if you want to continue with me, you better go discard that thing, because I cannot live in the same house with that crap….” He said

“ It’s not my fault, you were the one who pushed me towards desperation..” I said as tears flowed down. I knew I had been stupid, but I had more important things to discuss…

“ I told the school to help bring Jadesola to the hospital since you didn’t go pick her up, but unfortunately Jadesola and her teacher has been kidnapped….”

“ What?” The compassionate Odi resurfaced

“ What do you mean kidnapped?” I noticed he must have stood up from the table he was sitting as I heard the sound…

“ Yes, She is not with me..!” I said as I narrated in details what had happened.

Odi hung up and I knew within me, he was going to make some calls to his connected friends.

After a week, We had not found Jadesola nor the teacher. By that time, I had become a shadow of myself. I had been discharged and forcefully given the baby to take home. Odi stayed out late, whenever he came home, he would go straight to the matrimonial bed. Iremide and I were using a new room, because of her stench. No matter how much I bathed her, she still smelt like rotten fish….

I asked Odi to allow me employ a caregiver to take care of the baby, which he told me he was less concerned about. He told me, until the baby died he didn’t want me talking to him. I knew he was indirectly telling to kill the child…

“ God can not blame you if you stop caring for this thing, because left to me, it’s not from God.”

There were times I imagined strangulating her or killing her with a pillow, but I was scared that would be the second baby I was going to kill…

Life continued but all the caregivers I contacted refused the job as soon as they set their eyes on Iremide…

By the 2nd month, the school and I lost hope in recovering Jadesola and their caregiver. I was gradually losing it, then my world came crashing totally when Odi returned one day really calm….He told me he had something to discuss with me…

“ Timileyin, God knows I love you and would have loved to be your husband till old age, but it seems like God, your family and destiny is not happy with this union.”

My heart was pounding…

“ I was therefore thinking it will be better for us to go our separate ways, but I won’t leave you empty. For the time wasted with me and the baby between us, I am ready to give you some properties and money to start up a new life. Fortunately for us, we are not yet legally married and that means we may be able to find the best persons for us…. I am sorry”

I just sat down there looking like a zombie, I came into this relationship with my daughter Jadesola and I was going out without her but with a big burden called a child in my hands as a replacement.

I looked at Odi and I knew his mind was made up and there was no point begging him as I did not have the strength for it….

“Where was I meant to go next?” I silently asked myself as I kept hearing Odi’s voice saying to me…

“ Timileyin…Timi, do you have anything to say?”