If The Shoe Fits – Episode 1 – The Past Never Stays In The Past

If The Shoe Fits – Episode 1 – The Past Never Stays In The Past



“Omote, Ovieya, my baby girl, what’s wrong my angel? This is the 3rd time you’re throwing up in less than an hour ehn. How the body dey do you na?” My mum asked as she took my face in her hand, turning it left and right.

“Mummy, I don’t know, I just feel so feverish and nauseous and a little bit dizzy” The words were barely out of my mouth, when I rushed back into the toilet to throw up some more. I was exhausted.

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My mum was right behind me, patting my back gently as I bent over the toilet bowl.

“If No be say na you, Omote, I for say you don carry belle o, but this has to be malaria or typhoid, abi?. Get up my princess, wash your face and rinse your mouth, let’s go and see the doctor.”

“Ok mummy, I’d be ready soon” As soon as she left, I sat on the toilet seat and burst into tears, fear gripping my heart. Many thoughts came to my mind at once. What if I was pregnant, but I can’t be, it was just that one time. Pregnant at 16, for that bastard? God forbid. I said a quick prayer, washed my face and got ready to join my mum.

When you have God, your past has nothing on you. No matter how terrible your past is, no matter the darkness that filled it, no matter the mistakes you made, the death and resurrection of my Lord Jesus Christ has opened a new beginning for you . Can I hear an amen?”

The excitement in the voice of the preacher and the shouts of Amen that followed his sermon brought me out of my reverie. I wiped the lone tear that rolled down my right eye and joined in the shouts of Amen that filled the atmosphere of the church auditorium.

It was a Thursday evening and I had closed from work early, I was on my way home when it dropped in my spirit to head to church for the Faith Clinic. I never got to attend mid week services due to my long hours at work. I enjoyed going to church, I enjoyed the way the pastor delivered his messages, he was a practical preacher and he broke down the word of God in a way you could relate with.

I decided to call my mum after the service as I drove home. I hadn’t heard from her all day, it was very unlike her.

“Omote”, she answered after the first ring. The love she had for me was evident in every sentence she spoke. Even when she was upset with me, she never failed to call me Omote or Ovieya or my angel and in some cases, all 3 in one sentence.

“Mummy, this one you haven’t called me today, are you okay?” I asked, as I maneuvered the bend leading to the gate of the estate where I lived.

“I’m fine my love, just that I had a really busy day. I had to make sure the clothes for the Onajites was ready for tonorrow’s delivery. But Adesuwa, did they forbid you to call me? Must I be the one to always call you, ehn?” She replied.

I was expecting the question and laughed “I’m sorry jo, I meant to call you right after work o, but I stopped by at church” I answered. We talked for a few more minutes and hung up.

My mum and I shared a beautiful relationship. Being her only girl and her last child, she doted on me in every way possible. Her hands of discipline on me were the same as my brothers, but I had a good head on my shoulders and didn’t give her so much trouble.

My dad passed when I was 13 years old and about a year after, my mum moved us from Benin, Edo State where I grew up, to Warri, Delta State, her home town, to avoid the trouble of his family. I completed my Secondary Education in boarding school in Benin, and spent my holidays in Warri. I moved to Lagos when I gained admission into the University of Lagos and decided to settle there after I graduated.

As I parked my car in front of my apartment building, my phone rang. It was Kunle.


“Hey homie”, I answered, fitting my ear pods properly as I fumbled in my bag for my house keys.

“How was your day?” He asked, “I just wanted to check up on you, it’s been almost 2 days”

I smiled, “You’ve been counting?, I didn’t know I was that important o” I teased him as I got down and locked the car with the remote control.

“Is it now a bad thing to look out for my besto?” He asked, pretending to sound offended.

“I was just teasing you jo, come over na, let me see your face” I looked at my watch, it was just 8.00 pm, I could do with some company.

Pizza, Sharwarma or Suya?” He asked and then added “text me what you decide, I’d see you soon.”

We spent the night playing video games, exchanging details on our activities of the day, feasting on the chicken suya I had requested and a bottle of white wine, and slept off on my living room floor watching the latest episode of The Money Heist on Netflix.

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“Lolly boo, have you decided on what to wear to the party?” My best friend Nneka asked as she plopped herself on my bed.

Nneka and I have been friends from the womb, our families lived in the same compound in self contained rooms, what we call ‘Face me, I face you‘. We were born just a few days apart and practically grew up together. Our parents were friends, so we were left with no choice.

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Lola and Nneka

Growing up and getting into secondary school, we had dreams to live better lives – big houses, drop tops , vacations and a luxury wardrobe. Fortunately for us, we had parents who were hardworking and valued and prioritized education, but life just wasn’t working in their favor as far as their finances were concerned. Regardless, they made sure we got the best they could give us.

I had a hunger for the finer things in life, I knew I would give it my all to make it out of living below average and it was this determination that made me put in a 150% into my studies. I excelled in my academics all round.

Nneka and I attended Queen’s College, Yaba, Lagos. We got in on merit. The day we got our admission letters was the happiest day of our lives, I would forever be grateful for the opportunity. QC was a mix of the low, average and high class and it gave us the chance to experience life on different levels.

It took a while, but we managed to get around to hanging out with the more upwardly mobile girls. I was smart enough to avoid the proud ones who looked down on everyone who wasn’t in their perceived class. My parents taught me early in life not to allow anyone make me feel less just because they had more money, and that informed the way I carried myself all my years in school.

“Neks”, as I fondly called her “I don’t have anything o, I’ve looked through my box and nothing there works, I’d rather not go to that party than go there looking like someone’s maid abeg” I said.

“Don’t even go there, we are attending that party, anyhow anyhow. My sister just got some clothes, you know she’s resuming school next week. I’d find something for you, you guys are kuku the same size.” She said, turning herself over to lie on her stomach as she flipped through the magazine on my bed.

From lying to our parents about our whereabouts, to smuggling Nneka’s sisters cloths out of their house, it was all a struggle, but we had to be at the party. It was organized by King’s College, Atlantic Hall and Vivian Fowler Memorial students and it was going to be the talk of the whole school. Tola, our friend, whose older brother was one of the organizers, had gotten us invites and we weren’t going to pass up on it.

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As we walked into the venue, we became tensed up, our class mates who were there were all so gorgeously dressed. Everyone looked like they just stepped out of the pages of Teen Vogue Magazine. I looked down at my shoes, and up at the rest of my outfit and wanted to leave almost immediately, then I heard the familiar voice of Tola, calling out our names.

She beckoned on us to join her and a group of other people, unfamiliar faces, obviously from other schools and just as she was about to introduce us to the group, I saw one of the boys point at me, saying.

“Hey, isn’t it your mother that cleans in my dad’s office?” I heard some of the other guys laughing, then another one said.

“The maid’s daughter came to party, who let her in?” He laughed and walked away, leaving the others in fits of laughter.

“Madame, we don reach airport o, shey you go drop here, make I go park for car park”, My driver’s voice brought me back to the present.

I was at the airport, Chris and I were going away for a few days. He had told me he needed a break from work and family, some time off to re-energize and get ready to take up his new role as Managing Director. I didn’t object to it, I needed some time away myself and there was no better place for me to be than with Chris.

He had planned a 5 day trip for us to Seychelles and I was looking forward to it. I couldn’t get over how excited Chris got whenever he was with me, he made me feel like I was magic. It was such a great feeling and it gave me some form of re assurance. An assurance that I was indeed worthy and valuable and a lot more than just the maid’s daughter.

Lola Fajimi


“Why have you kept all of these from me Tonye?, you didn’t have to go through it alone. I understand, it’s your marriage and your husband and you want to protect your home, but it is not enough to endure so much emotional and mental abuse and for such a long time too”.

I was having lunch with my sister at Noir, an upscale restaurant in Victoria Island, Lagos. Preye is my only sister and it is safe to say, my best friend. We grew up sharing everything under the sun, so it was a big surprise for her to find out what my marriage had been like.

I probably would have told her sooner, but she relocated to Abuja after she got married and our communication was limited to phone calls and chats. Plus, she never liked Chris from the start and the last thing I wanted to hear was the ‘I told you so’ line.

“What has happened has happened Preye, I just want my life back at this point, I’m done with feeling sorry for myself, blaming myself for everything and watching my dreams fade away. I want to live again” I said, a feeling of relief washing all over me, the burden of shrouding everything in secrecy had been heavy.

She got up from her seat and came to my side pulling me up into a warm hug. “You will baby girl, you definitely will. I am happy you chose to speak up, I mean you can’t let those dreams die. The plan was for us to become boss ladies and own our own. Don’t worry, we’d have the best weekend while I’m here, and then you and my babies will come to Abuja next weekend or whenever Chris allows you, so we can come up with a plan and set targets”. She said, rolling her eyes as she mentioned Chris’s name.

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“I’m sure he’d be glad to have me out his hair”, I replied with a small laugh.

“Son of a b***h” I heard her mutter under her breath.

Don’t worry, you can say that out loud, I feel the exact same way”, I said and we both laughed, as we took our seats and dug into our plates.


Another episode here and we have a peek into earlier years of these 3 ladies.

What is Adesuwa’s full story? Did she get pregnant as a teenager?

Is it the experience of being shamed in the past that has made Onolola find comfort in Chris’s desire for her or is there more to it?

Would Tonye find the freedom to live her dreams with the help of her sister or would she give in to the depression of an unhappy marriage?

I’m as excited to read where this is going as much as you are. Drop a comment and let me know your thoughts. Meanwhile, it’s my birthday tomorrow. Don’t leave this space without a shout out.


Your Girl,



  • Lola
    May 14, 2020

    I dont think Adesuwa got pregnant but we shall soon find out

  • Abimbola Sotomi
    June 4, 2020

    Really needed this to get over George Flyod.

  • Cheezy
    July 2, 2020

    Wow. So addictive. Next please 😊

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