She woke up very early like any other day. Many are the times I have questioned my wife about her early rise. We had just started staying together, so you can now understand why the much care.

“Babe, why do you have to wake up this early, there’s no child to prepare for school.” I couldn’t hold it any more on that Saturday morning. I found myself questioning her. It was at around 4:30am and considering it was on a weekend I didn’t understand why. I am normally a morning person and having not had a morning glory during the week days, it pained me that even when I was not hurrying anywhere, there was no a sign of it.

“I am practicing so that I don’t fail when that time come. I want to be a good mother.” She said.

“You will indeed be a good mother I am very sure of that.”

“How sure are you?”

“I am sure because among the many, I chose you. You my wife dear. Come we warm our bed. It’s still very early. Come babe.”

“You are the one who will wake me up.” She said as she joined me again in bed. She pulled the blanket and after snuggling herself, I noticed her change of mood.

“What’s it again babe?” I asked her.

“Nothing.” She curtly said.


“Mm.” She unsure answered.

“No, I can see it, stop pretending. What the matter?”

“Okay. There’s…” (Paused)

“There is…. what? Tell me dear.” I pleaded.

“There is something that has been troubling my heart and I have thought about it for long now. And sometimes I end up doubting whether you loves me.”

“Which is?”

“Tell me why you so nicely talk about me.”

“Because I love you and you are my wife. Why do you ask?”

“Why do you still keep your ex-girlfriends’ photographs?”

“I only have one ex-girlfriend, carol.”

“What about the other two-Hannah and Celine?”

“I never was in a relationship with both Hannah and Celine. I just admired them. Come on, we were just friends- good friends nothing else.”

“What do they have that I don’t have?”


“Many mm…. OK. And is that the reason you do not have any of my photos.”


“Tell me then, why.”

“Because I already have you. I am always with you. Your picture is in my mind and it can never be deleted.”

“Thanks. But again keeping them doesn’t it mean given a chance you can have them?”

“No babe.”

“And by the way, what is it that they have, that I don’t have?”

I had never expected that to come. And from her. Was that jealousy or envy? Or a sense of insecurity? Or was she just protective, of her territory? Or did she just had a wrong and scaring dream maybe for us parting ways? All these questions crawled over my mind. Each seemed to have taken forever and at the end, I still hadn’t mustered enough energy to give her an answer.

“Why are you asking all these questions today?” I asked.

“I just want to be psychologically prepared before you bring any of them or both as my core wives.”

“Haaahaa.  Oooh God, what the hell are you talking about! Who said I am going to marry a second wife, leave alone a third one? Okay, let me tell you why I still keeps them. The reason is, I don’t know.” I said

“You just don’t know?” she asked with a lot of finality.

Not knowing what to say, I started again, “you see, mmm…  I never knew who a good wife was. I just fall in love each and every girl who came my way. I loved colour, big hips and boobs and good faces. Hannah is brown, Celine is proportionally endowed with big hips and boobs and my ex-girlfriend has a good face. But when I met you, I met with a good heart. You made me realize how stupid I was.  How I could not differentiate between physical beauty and the beauty of the heart. I have been keeping those photos not because I love them but because our paths once crossed. I am very sorry I didn’t notice they have been hurting you. I don’t want to lose you for just that very small thing. Your beauty of heart and the immense love you have shown me, has fully erased my checklist. I now know only you. Should I burn them now?”

As I turned to look at her I found her already crying.

“What’s the matter dear?” I asked as I extended my hands to embrace her.

“I am sorry for doubting you.” She said.

“It’s okay my dear- it’s your right.” I said as I patted her hair.

“Thanks dear.”

“It’s already 7:00am”

“And then?” she curtly asked.

“I’m hungry.” I jokingly said.

“Wait, I am not done with you yet.”

“What is it again?” I anxiously asked.

“I have good news.”

“Good news! Say it.”

“Yes. I am pregnant John.”

That got me by surprise. Was that what she wanted to tell me?

“You are carrying our baby? “I excitedly asked.


“Thank you dear. God is gracious.” Again I drew her close and gave her a long passionate hug and then kissed her cheek.

“Let’s pray.” She said extricating herself from my embrace.

“Wait, I also have good news.”

“Good news!”

“Yes. I burnt those photos yesterday.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Very serious.”

“Let me go and check from the album.”

“Later please. Let’s pray.”

“Okay. Aki you are very funny my dear. I love you.

“I love you too.

“Let’s pray.” We said in unison.

We started praying, “In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit…..”


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