Separated Episode 23



Episode 23

♡ Love Quote for the Day:

Everything God does is love – even when we do not understand him. – Basilea Schlink.

Pamela thought she could do it, but at the last minute she had excused herself from the doctor’s office and bolted out of the quack-hospital that a friend of hers had directed her to. She kept running as fast as her legs could carry her until tiredness won her over and she stopped to catch a breath. She had asked herself what she was doing. If this was whom she wanted to become . . . Someone that could easily give in to her problems no matter what they were. She had always thought herself a fighter, but then people changed when things got rough. She had disappointed her parents and, following a whim, she had turned down her father’s advice on getting an abortion.

Maybe if she had agreed and had her mother seated beside her she would have been bold enough to do it.

She sat by the road. It was really late at night and it was dangerous for her to be seated there by herself. She hugged herself as a cool breeze assailed her. How am I going to get back home? She asked herself.

She was far away from home. Her phone battery was down and there was no way she could reach Efe or anyone for that matter. Pamela was on nerves end . . . Wondering what she was going to do and silently praying to see a taxi when she saw a pair of headlights heading in her direction. The taxi stopped right in-front of her.

At first she had been afraid it could be a kidnapper looking for a victim but she just felt calm when the man behind the wheels smiled at her, not in a disgusting way but more of in a fatherly way, and asked why she was seated there alone at that time of the night.

“I was on my way home but there was no taxi available.”

He asked where home was and she told him.

“Hmm . . . It’s not where I’m headed to now but I would help you out.”

Her head screamed for her not to get in, that it might be a hoax. That she should take her chances and wait for a bus to come by where there would be more people and she would be less afraid. But funny enough, her heart felt at ease with him. It was a tug of war between both her heart and head but her heart won over. She got up and sat at the passenger’s seat next to the man and put on her seatbelt. As soon as he turned on the ignition a song started playing on the stereos. The song was slow and steady and she was able to listen in on the lyrics.

I will waste my life
I’ll be tested and tried
With no regrets inside of me,
Just to find I’m at your feet,
Just to find I’m at your feet.

I leave my father’s house, and
I leave my mother.
I leave all I have known, and
I’ll have no other.

For I am in love with you,
And there is no cost.
I am in love with you,
and there is no loss.
I am in love with you,
I want to take your name.
I am in love with you,
I want to cling to you, Jesus,
Just let me cling to you, Jesus.

I say goodbye to my father, my mother,
I turn my back on every other lover, and I
Press on, yes I press on.
I say goodbye to my father, my mother,
I turn my back on every other lover, and I
Press on, yes I press on.

For I am in love with you,
And there is no cost.
I am in love with you,
and there is no loss.
I am in love with you,
I want to take your name.
I am in love with you,
I want to cling to you, Jesus,
Just let me cling to you, Jesus.
I want to cling to you . . .

Pamela felt herself shiver as the song came to an end. The lyrics sinking in and taking a hold of her. Her eyes shimmered with tears and she looked out the window. Was that what God wanted her to do? To leave her parents and follow Him? To sacrifice her own life and give her all to him. She needed answers. She remembered the flyer the woman at work had given her and she thought she better to attend it. She wiped her eyes and turned to look at the driver and her eye caught on to something.

“Are those your children?” She asked, looking at a picture of two small girls holding each-other by the shoulders and smiling broadly; their gap-tooth made them look adorable.

“Yes, those are my daughters. Miracle and Confidence. Six and four year old.”

Miracle and Confidence? Pamela found the names a little strange. Some parents gave their children the strangest of names. “They are beautiful. Why did you name them that way? Miracle and Confidence?”

The man smiled as he navigated his way through the bumpy road. “Because one has been a miracle to us and the other has boosted our faith in God. So much so that we have such confidence in Him that He would never let us down.” Without her asking to explain further he did so on his own. “My wife and I waited to have our children for over  seventeen years.”

Pamela gasped. Seventeen years?

“We suffered from all sorts of scorn and ridicule. My wife most especially. We didn’t have our Miracle until when my wife was forty-three. There were complications but we didn’t hold on to what the doctor was saying but on what God’s Word said. We quoted it as if there was nothing else we knew. Then Confidence . . .” He smiled. “The doctor said it was impossible for us to have another baby and we again placed our trust in God and He gave us another girl just two years after. Who can say God isn’t real or good to the one He loves?”

If God is so real and loving then why do I have such a burden? Pamela knew she had made her own mistakes. It was her decisions and pursuit for a career that had brought her to this point.

“So why were you at that place?”

“I went to visit a friend.” She lied. She couldn’t open up to him and say she had almost committed an abortion.

“Hmm . . . You know another wonderful thing about God? He opens the womb and gives babies. Nothing is a mistake. Nothing He ever does is a mistake.”


Adesewa didn’t like the way things were going with Korede. This wasn’t how she had planned it to be from the beginning. She eyed him then counted the money and handed it over to him with a frown on her face. “That’s my hard earned money you are collecting like that.”

He chuckled. “Sorry dear. It happens once in a while.” He winked at her and She rolled her eyes and told him to roll the dice and play. “Why the beef? Shebi you’re the one that wants to beat me at the game, so I have to give it my best. I’ve just been giving it to you easy. Didn’t know you were this good at it.”

“Whatever.” Adesewa grabbed a handful of chin-chin and threw some in her mouth. It had been a hectic week and there was nothing better than relaxing with Korede and having some fun. She was finally done with the company she had worked so hard to get. It was a bitter-sweet experience for her. Bitter ‘cause she remembered how much she had dreamt of it and how hard she had worked on achieving it. Sweet ‘cause she knew she was doing what God wanted her to do. It was the waiting that was hard. Waiting to see what next God had in store for her. She couldn’t deny that it made her nervous, but excited as well.

Korede rolled the dice and his icon landed on community service and he was told to collect hundred pounds from the bank. He rubbed his hands together and took the money.

“Are you sure you aren’t cheating all of a sudden?” She questioned him. They had been playing Monopoly for the last hour and when Adesewa was certain she was going to win was when, all of a sudden, Korede started gaining grounds.

He smiled at her. “What can I say? I can see everything turning around for my good.”
She playfully hissed and tossed the dice. She landed again on his property and had to pay another fine.

“Okay, it’s not fun any-more when you’re on the losing end.” She admitted.

“Oh really? Now you know how I felt for the last one hour. But don’t just give up, you can still make it. Besides, I’m just accumulating money to build more properties so I can kick your ass!”

Adesewa tossed her money on the floor and called it quits. “Let me claim victory before it’s too late.”
“Ahn-ahn.” Korede pouted. “Didn’t know you could just give up so easily over a little scare. I can’t win now na. You have already won but at least let me hold my head up high and say I gave it my best shot.”

She shook her head. Besides, she was already tired of playing the game and wanted them to talk about something that had been on her mind for a while now. “I promise to play again another day. Deal?”

He shrugged. “Alright.” Together, they packed the game away and he kept it away immediately. She smiled. It was one of the many things she liked about him. He arranged his things neatly and when he was done using something he kept it back in it’s proper place. He was a lot different from Daniel who threw his things anywhere he liked and would leave it there a couple of weeks before bothering to arrange it. Speaking of Daniel, she hoped he was doing okay and was making amends with his wife. She pushed asides thought of Daniel and got off the floor and sat on the beige couch and took in the décor of Korede’s home.

His home was stylishly decorated. The walls painted in white and cream with brown and beige sofas and wooden floor. She could picture herself living there, that is if their relationship went to the next level. Adesewa knew better than to raise her hopes. Everyday she kept praying and asking God to take control. It was hard for her to pray it but she would prefer getting hurt now than suffering later in the future. Korede returned few minutes later with a bowl of plantain chips and two small cups of ice-cream.

“Are you trying to fatten me up?” She asked as he placed the items on a side-table in-front of her.

“Of-course not. I love your shape and how cute you look beside me. I can carry you whenever I want and spin you around like a little girl.”

She chuckled as he handed her a cup of vanilla ice-cream and took his seat next to her. She also loved how much taller he was than her and how she had to look up at him. It was interesting how God somehow placed her with a man that had the physical traits she desired. She remembered how it had been the first time she met Daniel and he had teased her about her height.

Why am I all of a sudden comparing him to Daniel?

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted.”
He shook his head. “It’s not an insult. You’re a beautiful woman Adesewa and you make my heart do flip-flops just when you smile.”

Adesewa was shy all of a sudden and took a spoon of her ice-cream. Allowing, it cool her insides. She looked up at him to find his gaze on her and her eyes strayed to his lips briefly before meeting his eyes. They had never kissed. Only hugs and holding hands. She had wondered at different times how it would be like to kiss him.


The warning came swiftly to her and she shook her head and forcefully shifted her thoughts from it. She knew what one kiss could lead to, especially when they were all alone at his place.

She cleared her throat. “You know . . . You never really told me what happened between you and your ex, Fumnanya.”

His brows drew together. “I didn’t? That means it’s not so important.”

She raised her brow. What’s that supposed to mean? “Well, it is to me. I would like to know. I knew how crazy you were about her back in those days and I thought you guys were going to get married. In-fact, everyone did. So what happened? You know about my own relationship disaster . . . Let me hear yours.”

He dropped his empty cup on the side-table and licked his lips. “Why do you want to know?”

She raised her brow at him at the absurdity of his question. Duh! We’re in a relationship, of-course I have to know. “I just feel since we are in this relationship together we should at least be open about our past. I should know whether she left you ‘cause you have one funny ailment or you snore too much -”

“Or I’m afraid of commitments?”

She snapped her fingers. “Exactly! So tell me.”

“I just did.”

She crunched her face into a frown. “You broke up with her ‘cause you were afraid to make a commitment?”

“Yes. That’s why I broke up with her after asking her to marry me. I was a fool. I just freaked out about the whole marriage thing.”

Wow! So where does that leave me? “Then why did you ask her to marry you in the first place?”

“Because it was what she wanted and I thought I wanted it too. But I was too afraid of settling down with a woman for the rest of my life and,” He shrugged. “I don’t know, it felt like a big restriction for me. I ran away. You can say I was a coward.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Yeah, I did. Not any-more. She’s married now. Back then I even went as far as kissing her when she was married and trying to get her back. It was stupid of me.” He shook his head. “It was all messed up! But I have moved on. We don’t talk to each-other any-more, though I’m really good friends with one of her best-friends. That’s about it. That’s the sappy story of my past love life. Do you want to leave me now that I’ve told you?”

“I’m just concerned that you didn’t see it as important to tell me.” What he had just told her wasn’t something she was going to forget in a hurry. It just brought about a whole set of questions. Was he still afraid of commitments? Was he going to abandon her down the line as well? Did he still love his ex? What if she was willing to come back; would he accept her?

Efe didn’t want to talk to anyone about the dream she had after she told Amanze about it. He felt she was just having a nightmare and was exaggerating about the dream probably being a sign from God about their relationship.

“Baby, it’s not what you think it is. Don’t get yourself worked up over something that makes no sense.”

“But Amanze it seemed so real. Your mother didn’t look like she liked me at all and then I saw Daniel getting married and I thought it was to me and I didn’t make it. But then I was coming to marry you and it looked like you didn’t want me. The disgust on your mum’s face shot daggers at me.”

Amanze smiled and held her hands. He rubbed them with his thumb. “Sweetie, calm down. First off, my mum and grandma are going to fall in love with you just as I have. Second is, there is no way in hell I’m going to reject you or not want you. Baby, I love you. We have come a long way and I’ve already made up my mind regardless of what’s happening with you now.”

Efe wasn’t satisfied with his answer. “But -”

He placed a finger on her lips. “Shh . . . You worry too much, especially about things that would never happen.” He leaned close and gave her a soft kiss on her lips that made her know how deep his love for her was. She let herself forget her problems for the next few minutes but as soon as he left her place, she was back to square one.

“You okay?”

Efe looked up to see Pamela standing close to her bed with her tooth-brush and tooth-paste in hand.

“You’ve been staring at the ceiling for the past twenty minutes. Did you and Amanze fight or break up?”

Efe shook her head. “None of that. I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Want to share?”

“Not really.”

Pamela tilted her head to the side. “You know you’re really secretive. You keep your thoughts to yourself and wear your emotions on your sleeves. I know there’s something wrong, but I guess you don’t trust me enough to share. Or maybe I’m not so ‘spiritual’ to help you out.”

“Ahn-ahn Pamela it’s not like that. I just like sorting out my thoughts before sharing them. I’m still trying to understand a lot of things and this has nothing to do with you being spiritual or not.”

Her room-mate gave her a look that said she didn’t believe her at all. Just to make peace and not look like she was hiding anything, Efe told her the dream she had and how it freaked her out.

“Oh . . . Wow.” Pamela came into the room and sat on her bed. “I completely get why you would be on silent mode. So did you tell Amanze?”

Efe nodded. “He’s not bothered about it. He made it sound like I’m worrying about something that’s inconsequential. I just don’t know what to do. One minute God is telling me to be at peace with the relationship and the next minute I’m having this crazy dream. It’s really confusing!”

“Are you sure it’s God that said you should be at peace with it?” Pamela innocently asked, but Efe frowned at her assumption. Of-course she knew it was God telling her! She had been talking to God and hearing from Him for years now and there was no way she could mistake His words to her.

“It’s God. I know how He speaks to me.”

Pamela gave a half-shrug and rose up. “Alright then. It’s probably nothing you should be worried about. I’m going to have my bath.”

“How come you came in late the other night?”

Pamela turned to face her once more. “I went to a friend’s place and I didn’t know time had gone. It took me a while before I could get transport back.”

“Okay.” Efe’s tummy grumbled. “Will you eat yam and eggs?” She called out to Pamela who had already left the room.

“Yes, please!”

Efe got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast of yam and eggs. As she left the yam to boil and was about preparing the eggs she heard someone pounding on the door. She dropped the knife and onions on the kitchen counter and went to the living-room. The person knocked again.

“Who’s there?”

There was no answer and Efe wasn’t about to open the door for a stranger. What if it was a thief? But at this time of the day?

“Who’s at the door?”

“Efe, it’s me.”

Efe raised her brow. The voice was very familiar but she didn’t think it would be who she thought it was. She took a chance and unlocked the door and pulled it open. Lo and behold it was the last person she expected to see standing before her. She also didn’t expect her heart to betray her with the way it’s beating became faster.

He hadn’t changed much. He had added a little weight and his beard was due for a shave. Despite all that, he still looked as handsome as ever in a dark jeans trouser and a red polo shirt. His aftershave was the same as she remembered; a woodsy, spicy smell. His dark eyes gave her a once-over and fixated again on her face.

She frowned.

“What are you doing here?”


He had no idea how she would respond to seeing him at her door-step. He knew there may be surprise and anger in the mix but he didn’t foresee the hatred that was evident in her eyes. Daniel’s only thought was to get on the next available flight after Mitchell’s funeral and head straight to Efe’s place. Looking at her now, asides the hot-temper, he realized she had changed. She had lost a little weight and was looking more beautiful. Not that she wasn’t beautiful before but it was a whole new Efe to look at and it pleased him a lot.

“Hi Effy.” He said and pushed himself off the door-post. She frowned at the use of his nick-name for her. Lord, just take control. “How are you?”

“I asked what you are doing here Daniel. Why did you come all the way from Lagos? Did you come to hand me the divorce papers?”

“It’s good to see you too. I’m fine thank you.”

Her expression hardened. She opened her mouth to speak but a female voice from the background interrupted.

“Efe, who’s at the door?”

“Nobody.” She said without taking her eyes off of him. The next minute a young, beautiful woman in a house-coat came to stand by Efe.

“Who’s this?” She asked, staring at him.

Efe rolled her eyes. “My ex-husband.”

“Her husband. Daniel Nwachukwu.” Daniel corrected.

The young woman’s eyes widened. “Oh wow! You’re the pain in the ass Daniel! The one that always made my friend cry and caused so much pain. Efe you left out the part that he’s very handsome.”

Daniel resisted the urge to chuckle when Efe glared at the young woman.

“Hi, I’m Pamela. Please, come in.”

“No! Come in for what? I don’t know why you’re here. You can’t just pop in and out of my life when you feel like it Daniel. I’m not a small girl whose feelings you can toy with!”

Daniel bent down to his hand-luggage and brought out a file. He rose up. “I brought the divorce papers and I would just like a few minutes of your time so we can talk. Don’t forget we have a daughter Efe. Let’s please try to be civil with each-other. I know I have wronged you and I’m deeply sorry for that. Please, let’s talk.”

Pamela nudged Efe lightly with her elbow and she grudgingly stepped aside to let him in. He walked into the apartment and looked around. It was small but cosy with a black three seater couch and a dark brown sofa with a mahogany table in the middle. The walls were painted in yellow. It was girly enough for the two women. He sniffed the air around him.

“Is something burning?”

“Oh no!” Efe ran out of the living-room into what Daniel presumed to be the kitchen.

“You can have your seat.” Pamela said.

“Thanks.” He sat on the sofa and dropped the file on the table and his bag beside him on the floor.

Pamela crossed her arms against her chest. “Don’t assume because I’m being so nice to you means I like you. I don’t. I really don’t appreciate how much you hurt Efe. So if you’re here to do more damage, please just drop the files and leave.”

Daniel wondered how much Efe had told her friend about their relationship. Had she gone into details about him and Adesewa? “Don’t worry I’m not here to cause any more pain. Like I said, I just want to talk to her.”

She shrugged and got off the sofa when Efe returned with a sourly look on her face. “My yam got burnt.”

Ouch. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m going to get dressed. I have a program I want to attend.” Pamela excused the both of them and disappeared into another room. Efe turned to look at him. “So what do you want Daniel? You can just drop the papers on the table and leave.”

He did as she wanted but didn’t get up. “Efe, please I would like if we could talk.”

“Talk about what? You remember when I wanted to talk but you kicked me out of your house? Tell me why I shouldn’t do the same to you?” She asked, coldly.

“Efe -”

Pamela hurried into the living-room all dressed up. “Sorry Efe, I can’t wait for the food again. I would get something to eat on my way.” She turned to look at Daniel and he got the message she was passing. Don’t hurt her again. Daniel nodded and she left. It was the both of them alone now.

“I have made a lot of mistakes. Some very stupid ones. I know I hurt you but I don’t think divorce is the only way out of this mess we’ve found ourselves in.”

“Oh really? So what do you suggest?”

He rose up then and walked up to her. “Let’s work it out. I don’t want a divorce. I know deep in my heart that God doesn’t want us to end things.”

“Are you really mentioning God? You really want to preach to me after all the terrible things you did to me? Okay, answer me one question; do you love me?”

Daniel didn’t know what to say to that but it was best they started their relationship based on the truth. He shook his head. “No. Not yet, but I’m -”

She slapped him across the cheek and walked out on him. While he remained standing and dazed at the sudden slap she walked back in and said, “Oh by the way . . . I have a new man.”

Quote from :

Song ‘I will Waste My Life’ – Misty Edwards



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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.


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  1. Hmmm, Well I’m not judging Efe but I hope God gives her and Daniel the grace to overcome this and get back together

  2. Happy for Pamela- now stay strong and let God take control.

    – Ade: she should be careful.
    – Efe, don’t even know if to judge her or cheer her on. God is in control. Dreams have meaning.

  3. Hmm! I am confused for Adesewa I hope her boo’s confession will not put a strain on their relationship. Someone is in for a fight over his wife’s love. Efe! be firm but not silly let him prove to you you mean a lot to him. Hmm! This just got more interesting. I can’t wait for the next episode.

  4. Gbam….slap of life

    This particular episode is long,thank you Temitope.

    I love how Adesewa is making herself have hard conversations, cuz when you really like someone, asking them about something they don’t really wanna talk about can be hard,u just don’t wanna rock the boat. Am also in love with how she is praying through every step of the relationship and yielding to God.

    Yaaaay,Daniel and Efe just might be getting back together, Pamela glad you didn’t go through with the abortion.

    Looking very much forward to the next episode

  5. Oh my didn’t see this coming great episode ??Am soo happy Pamela didn’t have the abortion glory to God

  6. Hi Temitope ? I know I’ve been MIA. Just caught up with the episodes I had missed. Thank you for such a wonderful read. Have a great week ahead.

    • Hi! Where have you been na? ? Hope you good. Hope we see more of you here.

  7. Nice episode, good Pamela didnt have the abortion at last, hope she scales through. Efe and Daniel’s issue, it’s only God that can intervene and help them resolve it.

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