5 Amaka

Nabila got in her car and drove home to Wuse II. Ademola Adetokunbo Street was not as secluded as Asokoro so her neighbours honked their cars in greeting as she drove into the twin duplex. The security guard greeted her and offered to park the car in the garage because she hated doing that herself. On her way in, Nabila stopped to admire her aloe vera plants in the garden when her phone rang; it was Amaka.

"Nabsy" she shrieked

"Maka baby" Nabila responded affectionately "How goes it?"

The sound of the twins drowned out her friends initial reply until the curt "Mommy is ON the phone" was issued out

"I said how you are my dear" Amaka repeated tired. Nabila was not a good liar so asked instead of her Goddaughter and Godson.

"Well Chibuzo woke up today and decided that he was one of the X-men and ChiAmaka is upset that she cannot fly" Amaka responded annoyed

Nabila began to laugh

"Please do not tell me I am blessed. Not today" Amaka begged

Nabila was going to say exactly that. She looked up at her empty, quiet home, at least her mother's crew injected life into her old home plus it had Rabi. This was too silent, she could go in and blast Usher from the living room speakers or she could offer her ever needed babysitting services to Amaka and escape her drowning marriage.

"I miss them, let me come over"

"Isn't Jay due back soon?" Amaka asked

Nabila walked into her house, and dropped her keys in the little silver tray by the door "What will my being here do for him? He'll just walk upstairs to his room and stay there." She hissed

"So your mother had no advice for you?" Amaka asked

"She told me to stop throwing tantrums before my husband decided he would rather let me see them through"

"Oh" Amaka responded

"I am so sick of this sham called a marriage Maka. This is not what I signed up for, I feel like I am being punished but he will not tell me what I did" Nabila heard the guard close the gate

"You know marriage is a two-way street Nabsy. Stop waiting for him to snap out of it or relatives to help. Get up and fix your marriage"

"Why do I have to do all the work? It's his marriage too. I don't see him trying" Nabsy was tearing up. "He should go back to the house of whoever he's being loving towards because it is definitely not me."

"Who are you discussing our marriage with?" Jamal asked her as he leaned on the still ajar front door. Her husband was home.