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Ade looked at his wife as she snored softly beside him. He smiled. He had surely worn her out with their love making.
Suddenly, he realized he’d been caressing her fondly and forced himself to stop. He didn’t want to be all over her. 
Show a woman you love her and she starts taking you for granted. He thought begrudgingly.
Ade thought harder. Not that he was in love with his wife Bisola, theirs was more of a marriage of convenience and he had every intention of keeping it that way.
He got up and put on his pajamas which had been tossed carelessly on the floor and went downstairs to his study. He tried to get some work done, but could not concentrate. He stretched out on his chair and thought hard again about his marriage.
He had once been married at the age of twenty five, he recollected. He was so in love and had immediately proposed to his ex-wife, Tina when she had gotten pregnant. Things were blissful for a while then, until she got a job. He had first attributed her late coming to the nature of her job, until his friends started hinting she was always seen at night clubs.
He waited until he had evidence though and even at that, Tonia had denied everything. Eventually, everything came to an end when he had found her in their bed with a colleague of hers.
Now, he didn’t think he could trust women ever again, not even Bisola, who he had married recently. Not even she could change that. 

God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power and of love and of a sound mind. II Tim 1:7.  

 The memory verse at the last Sunday school suddenly popped in his mind.

Could God be telling him something? He wondered and then chuckled when he realized he’d said it out loud. Bisola was surely starting to rubbing off on him. She had encouraged the children to always declare the word of God in every situation. Maybe that was what was happening to him too.
He knew however that she wanted more from him but he had sworn, he wasn’t going to give his heart to any woman, ever again. 
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The tears slide down her cheeks. Bisola wiped them away angrily. If she was unhappy, she had no one to blame but herself. She had thought she would be happy just being married and having children but now, all she longed for was her husband’s affection.
Ade had made it clear to her when he had proposed that he was only doing so because he wanted a mother for his son, nothing else. However, he had promised to take good care of her and any children they may have. 
She had implored him initially to give her time to pray over it. And boy, did she pray.
Eventually, she told her parents about him. Her mom had been more ecstatic when she learnt that Ade wouldn’t mind having Michael as his own son, but her dad had been more cautious, on the other hand, .
‘Bisola,’ he had called her that day. His speech, slurred from the stroke he’d been suffering ever since she left secondary school. Her dad as the case was, had been paralyzed from the waist down but had later regained movement in his left side after some years had passed.
‘Yes, daddy,’ she had answered, moving to his side. He rested his hand on her shoulder and looked at her with so much love and wisdom. ‘Pray about it and let God speak to you.’ He advised.
‘I will daddy.’ She promised.
Bisola who had inevitably drawn closer to her parents because of her father’s illness had had to suspend her education along the way, to help care for her dad while her mom returned to work. His treatment had taken all their savings despite the help from his office, their families and friends, and so, they had no choice but rely on their mother’s salary for the upkeep of the family and her younger brothers. 
Bisola prayed after returning from memory lane, and it was a scripture that she had once based her life on, that kept coming to her heart.

Proverbs 3: 5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, soul and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will lead you right. 

She realized then that, the more she got to know Ade and his son, the more she believed her future lied with them. 
To be continued…


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