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Diaries: My Imaginary Husband

Chapter 2 Dear Diary-Part 1

Word Count: 1021    |    Released on: 31/12/2023

ny of honking cars on the street, the rhythmic rush of workers heading home, the lovers returning from grocery shopping

ry. A flutter of butterflies danced in my belly; it was my cherished me-time. The sights from my veranda

to lace the woman's loosened shoe, sealing the moment with a brief, affectionate kiss. I marveled at their love; a sentiment I held dear despi

bserved, and I couldn't help but imagine having a partner who would shower me with such affection. "It is well," I reassured myself, refocusing on my diary. Then, inspired by a b

fest by faith-no room for negativity. A wry smile graced my lips, and I declared, "Yaaasssss, this is it, no negatives.

self humming to Tiwa Savage's "Somebody's Son" as I inked, "Dear Diary, Welcome to my world of imagination." The verandah, w

ur leave while hosting his Indian mother. A big baby at heart, my husband's penchant for his mother's company during vacations was a testament to the fleeting moments of his ch

il confines of our living room, nestled in the comforting embrace of my mother-in-law, we delved into the movie titled Gunjan Saxena: The Kargil Girl. Th

erit. The movie's closing theme song inspired a spontaneous dance between my mother-in-law and me. Our jubilation, however, disrupted the peaceful slumber of my husband, awakening him t

Spiced Indian Cake Balls, a delicacy from her prior visit to Nigeria, stood as an unconquered challenge for me. Despite my husband's affectionate consumption of my previous failed attempts, his genuine dis

f King Sunny Ade's "The Merciful God," my favorite song that she had ardently learned. Her imperfect pronunciation of the words mirrored my own joyous imperfe

ed from the Kitchen, "Your favorite is ready," triggering a whimsical sprint from my husband, reminiscent of a child eager for a coveted toy. Anticipating his

of holy matrimony. With a tender kiss, I consented, 'Of course, baby. Mama has my approval to give you a very small portion of the Roti Laddu.' His elation surged as Mama fed him a more generous portion, p

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