Dede and I had had a sexual adventure in my office, after work hours once, maybe twice, no I think more than that. She was married. She had been for the past three years, and I wasn’t sure if she was happy, but she said she loved her husband. She was young and beautiful, extremely, and she had a mystery dilation in her eyes all the time. Don’t judge me!
It was one of those office gossips as usual. We were wondering why she had missed work that day. Irene, the receptionist said Dede’s husband had come in to the office early on visibly furious and demanding to speak to the MD. She said she over-heard him telling the MD that her wife was pregnant and someone in the office was responsible. My heart sunk. My God!!!
So when I met her smiling at me the next morning in the office, I had no idea how to react. We were alone, but the only thing I could afford to mumble was, “is it mine?” She laughed calmly, “Yes, it’s yours!” She walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. I was speechless, thoughtless, lost!
She said over her shoulder as she walked out, “look inside my bag, the waakye (rice and beans) is there. It’s yours! You and food dierrr!”
We learnt later that day that it was Irene who was finally pregnant after six years of marriage and that was how she chose to tell us, with that scam of a story. Everyone thought it was a pleasant surprise. I was furious!