She had not been to confession in ages.

But she always believed in the sacrament of penance.

Now Gbenga had pushed her to her tether’s end and she needed to tell someone.

Not just anyone. Someone trusted.

“Father, I have sinned,” she began.
***

Lagbaja’s bata drum intro woke him from his sleep. His ringtone for years, the beat has become synonymous with all the phones he’d used.

He reached for the phone mid-sleep and checked the caller. Ibilola.

“Hello,” he answered drowsily.

“Guy, where are you?” the question was as urgent as it was commanding.

“I am home, ki lo sele?”

“I want to see you.” The answer was suddenly patronizing with that unmistakable tinge of want he had forgotten.

He sat up in bed, sensing danger.

“Ibi, ki lo sele?”

“Gbenga o. Dimeji, Gbenga wants to run me mad.”

“Ah. How?”

“And you caused it, Dim. You caused it.”

Then she broke into tears.

“Ibi, calm down. Ki lo se Gbenga?”

Like an unbridled tap, Ibilola started:
“After three kids and five years, Gbenga has suddenly remembered his ex, that bitch Franca. Dimeji, imagine my own husband, one I literally beg to sleep with me, sending photos of his dick to his ex right under my nose o?! As if that was not enough, I just found out he even slept with her the very day I was in labour in the hospital, trying to give birth to our third child. I feel so sad, Dimeji. Gbenga no longer comes home until midnight. I confront him, he tells me it’s none of my business. I asked about Franca, Dimeji, Gbenga slapped me and had the guts to ask me to stay off his phone! Dimeji, I have suffered, I have suffered…”

She burst into tears again.

“Please calm down, Ibilola. Calm down, okay? I am so sorry about this. So what do you want to do? I can talk to him but you know as these things be…”

“No, no, no. You will do nothing of such. I am coming to your place right now and I am going to sleep with you again. I hope Funke is not around?”

“What? No, Ibilola, we had an agreement. This is not going to happen. I am sorry, okay?”

“Dim, if you don’t do it, someone else will. What is wrong with you?” She asked almost shouting.

“I can’t Ibilola. Old things have passed away; I cannot do that to a brother. You are married, I am not.”

“What fucking brother?! You guys are not even related! You are my ex. I want you now, he fucking fucks his ex too, so tit for tat!”

“No, baby, no. Brothers Code. No. Never again.”

“Dimeji, are you rejecting me? Brothers Code? Really? Why are you loyal, Dim? Would you rather have me go out than stay in familiar territory?”

“Er, er, baby, please understand. I…”

“I am coming.”

The line went dead.

He dialed back but she won’t pick up.

While he kept trying, a whatsapp message dropped: It was Ibilola in all her glory. She had absolutely nothing on.

He swallowed hard and felt a familiar stirring between his legs.

“Oh God!”
***

“I slept with Dim, Father. Just like those days, it was amazing. It is the best sex I have had in over three years.”

She heard the reverend father take a sharp breath from behind the barrier.

“I do not intend stopping any time soon. This is tit for tat. Pray for me Father, I have sinned and I intend to keep at it.”
***

The End.

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