Separated Episode 16


Her door bell rang. She didn’t get up to answer it, thinking maybe someone had heard her scream and was coming to check if she was okay. She laughed at the thought.  This was Nigeria… did anyone care about anyone? The door bell kept ringing and she got up to check who it was. She had not expected who she saw standing infront of her.

“What are you doing here?”

Her biological father was the least person she expected to see; expecting he might have gone back to Lagos. He looked older than the last time she had seen him. Stressed, like he carried a huge burden.

He smiled. “I came to check on my eldest daughter. Are you going to let me in?

Zainab closed the door after he walked in and strolled over to her couch and sat down, not bothering to ask him to have a seat. She didn’t care much. She just wanted him to leave her alone.

He took the couch opposite hers and kept his eyes on her,  as if studying her. Not bothered by the scrutiny, Zainab took a stick of cigarette from the pack on the side table and lit it. The silence of the room reminded her of how empty her life was. She closed her eyes and exhaled the smoke. Where was she going to start from? Her life was crumbling down all around her and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Zainab, how are you doing?”

She opened her eyes then, having temporarily forgotten that she had company. She took another drag of her cigarette.

“I’m okay.”

“It doesn’t look like that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, if you know that then why are you asking me?” She got up from her seat and went to the dining table to pour herself a drink.

“I’m asking because I want you to tell me how you feel. Express yourself. Don’t lock up and pretend everything is alright when it’s not. I know you are going trough a lot now… tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Why? I don’t need you to counsel me or do whatever you pastors do. I hope that’s not why you came over.” She took a sip of her drink and enjoyed the tingling sensation of the hot liquid going down.

“Your friends are worried about you. Audrey called-”

Zainab almost choked on her second sip. She cursed. “Audrey?! What business does she have calling you? She’s just a busybody that can’t keep her mouth shut; you shouldn’t pay any attention to her. I’m fine. .. you can go back to Lagos.”

“You think I’m one of your friends you can push over? Or perhaps you think I don’t care about you. I don’t know why you would think that after I explained I had no idea your mother had you. I missed a huge part of your growing up but I want to be here for you now and take care of you. You might not expect me to do that but that’s what I want to do. If you have a problem with that… That’s your problem.”

She took a sip of her drink. She acted like she didn’t care but she was touched that he cared about her.

“Everyone who cares about me leaves me. My mother did. My fiancé. What am I to think now?”

He rose up and came to stand next to her. He took the drink from her hand and placed it on the table. “I’m here for you as much as God would allow and I’m hoping to build a relationship with you. No matter how stubborn you may prove to be. You’re my daughter.” He pulled her into a hug despite her stiff stance.

Zainab hadn’t known the tears had been in her eyes until they came falling down her cheeks. She was happy someone cared about her other than her friends. Adesewa had called her a million times and she hadn’t deemed it fit to answer. Audrey had done her worst and called her father. He was the only family that actually cared about her.


Office laughter and happy mood in the air. It was going to be a sour holiday, while everyone around him was jubilating and looking forward to spending time with their families . . . Daniel didn’t feel the same way. The air around him didn’t feel like Christmas. His world had turned upside down and he didn’t know if there was anything he could do about it.

His mother was heart-broken and his father wasted no time in telling Daniel how he felt; saying everything was his fault. Apparently, Efe had told his parents about their divorce before breaking the news to him. For what? Make him look like the bad guy and further turn his own parents against him?

He sighed deeply and covered his eyes with his hand.

“Hey. . . Daniel what’s up?” Daniel shifted his hands from his face and opened his eyes. Ebuka standing in his office, a concerned look on his face. “I knocked but you didn’t answer.”

Daniel dropped his hand on his table. “Sorry about that. I’ve a lot on my mind.”

Ebuka chuckled. “I think that’s obvious.” He walked further into the office and sat on the edge of Daniel’s table. “Care to share? I know we haven’t been on the best terms of recent but I’m hoping we can get past it.”

Daniel wasn’t too sure about that. The water between them was too large for them to make any attempt at building a bridge. Ebuka’s betrayal was still heavy in his heart.

As if reading his thoughts Ebuka continued, “I know it may be hard for you to forgive and forget but don’t forget how far we have come-”

“Which makes it even harder for me to forgive.” Daniel cut in. “You knew I loved Adesewa. You knew how far I would have – you knew how far I went to have her by my side. Then you confess that the both of you had an affair and you expect me to just take it casually and forgive and forget?”

Ebuka got off the desk and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“I know I messed up and I said I was sorry. I would leave you to it then. Whenever you’re ready to talk… I’m here.”

As he made his way to the door Daniel stopped him with his next words. “Efe wants a divorce.”

Ebuka’s shoulders slumped and he turned around to face Daniel once again. “I’m sorry to hear that. So what do you plan on doing?”

Daniel shrugged. “No idea. I haven’t been too good to her since we got married. I sent her packing . . . Mhen I’m out of options. It just seems everything is working against me. I thought I could have both worlds but I was just a fool.”

“I second that.”

Daniel frowned at him and Ebuka spoke quickly to his defence. “It’s true nau. No matter how much you want to beat me up it’s still the truth. Having a wife and a woman at the side is never a good thing.”

“Fine. I’m a fool for acting the way I did. A part of me wants to give Efe the divorce so we can both move on with our lives, then another part of me remembers how sweet and caring she is and maybe we can sort it out.”

He recalled his conversation with Mitchell the other day. If she says she heard from God then you need to hear as well. If it’s not God’s will you guys are still married. Just pray about it and get direction from God. Simple!’

“I wish it was as simple as that.” Daniel muttered.


Daniel sighed. “Nothing jor. I was talking to myself.”

“Look Daniel, I know it’s tough and all but you have to let the past be the past. Move on with your life; with or without Efe.”


Pamela shoved her food away and bit her lip. She didn’t want to cry; not here. She would do her tears secretly when no one could see her. At least she could have that much to herself.

“You just keep disgracing me. You think you know what you’re doing but you don’t. For goodness sake why can’t you just stick to what you studied? Why must you think making money half-naked is the best thing for you?” He hissed and shook his head; a look of disgust on his face.

“Nnamdi take it easy nau. Everyone makes mistakes-”

“This one is not a mistake!” Her father interjected. “It’s her sheer stupidity that caused this nonsense. If only she had listened to me.”

“Yes she was stupid to have done what she did… but crying over the matter won’t solve a thing. We have to think of what is best for her and the baby.”

Pamela wished she could run out of the room and out of their lives. Who would have known that her father would walk in on her when she was confessing her sins to her mother? She knew without a doubt that the baby had to be for Rex. But Rex was a forgotten matter. He didn’t look like the type to take responsibility for his baby.

Was this how she was going to say goodbye to her dreams of modelling?

I can always abort… it would make everything better.


It was a comfortable setting. There weren’t a lot of people that early in the morning and she felt nice having breakfast with him before heading to work.

“So how have you been?”

“I’m fine, though I can’t say the same about Zainab. I’ve been trying to reach her but she’s not picking my calls or returning my text messages. I just don’t know what to do.”

Korede cleaned the sides of his mouth with a paper-napkin. “Just keep praying for her. It’s all in God’s hands now.”

Adesewa sighed. “Yeah.”

She had met up with Korede at a fast-food restaurant to catch up and also with the hopes that she could clear her mind from all the issues around her.

“Cheer up nau. It’s all good. Okay so I have an idea. How would you like to go out with me?” She raised her brow in surprise. “We could catch a movie, have dinner and take a walk or we can do whatever you want to do.”

She coughed a little to hide a smile then looked at him with her head tilted to the side. “Korede Williams. . . Are you asking me out?”

He opened his hands and nodded. “Yes, I am.”


“I like you.”

“Is that all?”

“Oh, you want me to give you a list of reasons to take Adesewa out?”

She laughed. “Haba, no nau. I jut would like would like to know why all of a sudden you want to ask me out. We have just reconnected barely a month now and you like me.”

“Okay. I think you’re a clear-headed woman. You know what you want to achieve in life and you’re going after it head on. You’re a godly woman and you have this passion and zeal for God that’s so beautiful. Need I say more?”

Adesewa smiled at him. Her heart was racing at his words, but then she didn’t want to jump ahead of God or make a decision without consulting Him. How would I explain that I want sometime to thing about it? Won’t he think I’m being too ‘spiri-koko’ or something?

Even before she could get an answer to the questions on her mind Korede spoke up. “It’s okay if you want to think about it. When you’re ready just get back to me. Is that okay?”

Very okay! She nodded. “Yes. Thanks.” God let Your will be done. I like him a lot . . . But I don’t want to start this if you aren’t in it.


Adesewa dropped the glass cup on the table and swiped a hair from her eye. She knew the conversation might not go the way she wanted it to but but she was ready to stand her ground.

“Like I said earlier on… I’m not going to drop my clients for whatever business you’re presenting now. You should have checked with me first before promising anything.” Adesewa said to Kobina.

They were currently in his office having a discussion on the company, staff and salary. Things were going well. Infact, very well. They needed to decide on taking on more hands.

Kobina looked at her, deep in thought. He cleared his throat. “So what do you expect me to tell them?”

She shrugged. He could tell them whatever he wanted. After all, they were primarily his clients and he could buy some time till she was done.

“Adesewa you seem not to understand. These people require urgent attention. Don’t you want to bring in more clients?”

“I do but let’s do it right. We build loyal customers here who refer us to other people. Besides, what if your friends have shady deals they want to cover? Did you consider that?”

He sat up, the smile he had when she entered his office had long since disappeared as their conversation progressed.

“Watch your words miss Shonibare. I would try my best to see that they hold on but you would do well to keep your insinuations to yourself. I think we’re done with this meeting. I believe you can see yourself out… I have other things to attend to.”

Adesewa blinked. Without saying a word she picked up her files and left his office. She felt there was more to those accounts than he was saying.


No matter how hectic it was at work she had a lot of things on her mind. Efe had thought about Funlola’s words the other day. It had been heavy on her mind for the past couple of days.

 No matter the mistakes the both of you have made… is it too hard for God to fix? 

No, it wasn’t too hard for God. Nothing was too hard for Him. She felt torn between a happy ending with Amanze and a flimsy relationship with Daniel. She had prayed enough. She had waited enough.  Amanze had already called his lawyer and he was drafting out the divorce papers.

God please just give me a sign… let me know You approve of us getting a divorce. Please.


Efe looked up and saw Daniel’s mum standing infront of her with Eluwa in her arms.

♡ Bible Quote for the Day :

Isaiah  44:2 KJV, “Thus saith the LORD that made thee, and formed thee from the womb, which will help thee; Fear not, O Jacob, my servant; and thou, Jesurun, whom I have chosen.”



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Temitope Ogunyinka, is a loving, caring and friendly person. She is passionate about impacting the world through timeless wisdom and knowledge found in her thought provoking stories and writing that applies to all ages. Her stories and articles cut across love, relationship and romance in a way that does not deny the relevance of God in our everyday life. She is a devoted christian, passionate about bringing people to the knowledge of God’s true and unfailing love.


  1. Great episode Tope, Glad Zainab is responding to her father’s love.
    Efe and Daniel need to really pray and speak to each other….the thing with patience is that you can never think you’ve waited long enough.

  2. Welcome back Tope, we missed you. Please let Efe and Daniel not divorce oh let them reconcile.
    Great job Tope.

    • Thanks Goodness! 🙂 Hmm… Let’s be reading and see what happens 🙂

  3. Efe and Daniel really needs God’s intervention in their marriage. I’m glad Zainab is responding to father’s love. Thanks ma’am for this episode.

    • Taking God out of a marriage doesn’t help at all. They both need to get back to God.
      Zainab is a work in progress. . .
      Thanks for reading 🙂

  4. Love this.. really but Aunty Tope I second Benita, more please and we know you are busy but biko try to be consistent for us nau.
    Thank you.

    Btw, loved the former blog design, why did you change it again?

    • More will come soon . Would try to be consistent *covers face*
      I liked it too o. Just saw one morning that it had crashed and I couldn’t help but get something else. The current design is just temporary. Thanks for asking 🙂

    • She’s not busy. She’s just punishing us with suspense. I go carry placard will you join me???

  5. Wow. So separated has reached episode 16. Hmmm… D power of consistency. But u had some breaks though. Well done sis Tope and keep it comin. We loving the story.
    PamPam is preggy. Hehe. Pls she shud nt abort o.
    Thumbs up to Ade for standing her grounds.
    God please give Efe a sign…not the sign she wants of a divorce but a sign dat u still call them a married couple, and u wud heal their hearts.

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