The day I had a one-night stand

My wife travelled one Sunday with our three lovely kids. She went to her mother’s place and they were to stay there for three weeks. I kept my cool for the first week and the second week. But by the third week, it was no longer easy for me, as my body was doing me one kind one kind.

I met one lady and we began to chat. Two days later, I called her up and we hooked up and spent the night together. I gave her some transport money the next day and she went her way. That was all it was. I felt guilty but pushed the guilt away. “E no go happen again abeg”. I moved on.

One year and three months later, I got a call from a strange number. I picked the call and it was that same lady. She said and I quote: “I want to introduce you to your daughter”😱😱😱😱. What? She reminded me of our night together and that she is bringing the “fruit of our labour” to me. I almost pissed in my pants. I started sweating in the air-conditioned office.

My conscience started flogging me. I didn’t know what to do or say.

The next week, after several calls from her, I decided to see her in a place far from the office and my home. I saw the innocent girl. She looked just like the mother. In my mind, I was like “this is not your child”.

When I told her that the girl is not mine, she started shouting and attracting attention. Shame wan kill me!

I heard a voice tell me… Go do DNA test. I quickly told her that I would have to do a DNA test to prove if the child is mine or not. I remembered my secondary school classmate who used to do this DNA thing. I quickly called him and we booked an appointment. He took the samples and told us to come back in a week’s time.

THAT WAS THE LONGEST ONE WEEK OF MY LIFE! My wife and kids noticed my mood. She kept asking me what the problem was. I couldn’t tell her. Where and how would I even start telling the story?

I couldn’t eat or sleep. “One night of passion and thoughtlessness is going to undo all that I have worked for in the last 15 years.”

I knew my wife would not forgive me. Our lives would not be the same again.

I looked at my kids and I would hug them most times longer than necessary.

One week after, the DNA man called us and we went to his office. We sat down and he told us that I wasn’t the father of the child. OMO! 😎 I screamed in happiness. My friend warned her not to disturb my life again else she would hear from my lawyers and the police. She stormed out of the office.

I thanked my friend. As I was about to leave, he told me that he wanted to talk to me. I sat down and my friend dropped an atomic bomb that destroyed my life. He told me and I quote: “You are sterile. Your sperm CANNOT fertilize an egg.” 😳😳😳😳

I couldn’t leave his office. The room was spinning. The singular question that flooded my mind was: Who is the father of these kids at home? I stormed out and drove madly home to ask my wife for an explanation 🤒🤒🤒

To be continued…

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