I’m so excited that it’s already weekend! Okay pardon my excitement, that line has been in my head since yesterday. Anyway enough about me, it’s about that time again, where we journey into your favourite fictional series, Safe Haven  .Trust me when I say that today’s episode is one juicy one. So let’s get right into it shall we?


“There’s not much to know though”
She shrugged, “Anything”
“I’m an artist; I own a gallery at Surulere. You?”
She paused for a moment, “I have a degree in business administration”
“A small firm” she felt guilty lying to him “Any wife? Kids?”
“No. You?”
She ignored the question and sensed his hesitation “I won’t call it that” she blurted out.
“Every marriage has its problems” Richard replied. Coming from him, the words sounded strangely comforting. “Kids?”
“No” it felt easy discussing it with him “You?”
They turned into a bend along the street.
“You seemed unhappy when I watched you in the club.”
Priscilla shrugged carelessly idly playing with an overgrown tree branch.
“You want to discuss it?”
“Come on. How does that saying go? A problem shared is a problem something solved”
She laughed cheerily for the first time that night, it was the first she had in a long time.
“Half solved”
“You know people prefer telling a stranger their problems”
Throwing him a glance, she replied “I’m not most people”
“I’ve noticed” he smiled “And I like that”
“You hardly know me”, Priscilla replied skeptically then let out a sigh “Yet you have your way with words.”
Richard laughed, making her smile from inside her; perhaps she was a bit thankful to Tunde for making her come while he frolicked with his lover.
“But still you must tell me what’s wrong”
“You’re very persistent”
“Thank you and you are very beautiful”
“I think you said that once before”
“You think I’m lying?”
“Do I need to tell you that?” they stopped at the middle of the dark alley and she turned to face him “You must think I’m one of those very cheap desperate women, sitting alone at the bar in a club without a drink and staring morose.” The description almost made her feel disgusted with herself.
“You’d have been cheap if you had accepted my drink instead,” he said softly; she felt him gaze at her in the dark as though she was stripped.
“If that’s your definition of cheap then I question your taste in women,” she replied throatily.

He wrapped his hand around her slim wrist and she felt a little tingle there. Priscilla almost pulled her hand away, warning bells rang in her head. His hand was cold on her skin and the gentle breeze blew about her naked legs. “You seem to have a little opinion of yourself.”
She looked away defensively “You don’t know much about me.”
“Well I can tell you are a sensual woman, you’ve carried a lot of hurt and pain inside you for so long.” He moved closed and laid a gentle hand upon her cheek turning her face to his. He smelled masculine and his scent filled her nostrils. One could get drunk with this; she wondered sheepishly, staring at his shadowed face “I wonder who would hurt a flower like you, Priscilla”
She knew then it was best to leave. A little voice inside her head told her so; this attractive stranger was dangerous, so much that his words could make a woman falter and the way he looked at her: like she was the only woman in the world. With a strong will, she dragged herself from his gaze and turned around back to the club.

“Priscilla! Priscilla!”
She could almost run, her name sounded so lovely from him it made her want to stay but she knew better. She had a duty to her husband no matter what Tunde did or felt towards her. Richard ran to her grabbing her clutch bag and she turned around angrily. Honestly, she did not understand why she got angry but he welled up feelings in her that she could not fathom even in the short time they met. She knew the answer deep down in her; it was because she had so long been denied the intimacy of a marriage.
“Can I have that back?” Priscilla replied through her gritted teeth. There was electricity in the area; lights from some of the houses around were on. She glanced at her watch and grimaced, it was already a few minutes to 12, she did not realize so much time had passed between them but this had gone on long enough
“Stay with me a bit more”
“No, I’ve spent enough time. No respectable woman should be out by this time”. The words lacked firmness in her ears. She cleared her throat and Richard held her hand again. The tingly sensation began again as he dragged her half against her faltering will behind a nearby car.

Priscilla didn’t pull away. Instead, she stood there caged between him and the cold car but she felt no discomfort, it made her feel so ashamed that she hung her head down torn between duty and desire welling up in her.
When he gently lifted her head back up, and she stared into his brown eyes she knew he had won. She could get lost in their depth… suddenly he laughed. A short, husky laughter. “I don’t understand these any more than you do” He shifted closer to her, closing the little form of distance between them. She wanted him to kiss her shamelessly and that was what frightened her in the dead of the night alone with a total stranger. Yes, he brought his face closer to hers and placed a light teasing kiss on her unconsciously parted lips.
“I think I’m already attracted to you”
“Men don’t react to what they hear before what they see” She replied huskily her heart beating faster than its normal rhythm after the kiss. She could feel her desire heightening but this was wrong, her conscience gnawed but she stubbornly refused. ‘At least’ she thought wretchedly within her, ‘I deserve to enjoy myself this one night’.

They both sat on the nearby pavement helplessly like two teenagers; the cool night’s breeze caressed her arms making her shiver a little. Richard surprised her pulling her body closer to him in an embrace. A part of Priscilla wanted to pull free with the gesture for she had never experienced such affection, but she chose to sit there as he stroked her short silky hair slowly.
“I don’t want this,” She said to him as though trying to convince herself. “I’m married”
“I don’t make a habit of being this way with married women” he replied with a short shaky laugh “This is awkward as it is for me,” he lifted her chin up and looked into her troubled eyes “But I’m not sorry I’m doing this.”
He opened the door of the car, which apparently was his as she found herself drawn inside to the back seat of the car. She knew she should go, but her body denied all common sense. Richard kissed her again and she parted her lips readily for him. It took a while for them to stop but they did not stop at just kissing. She broke her sacred duty and became his lover without remorse as they lay tangled in each other’s arms in the back seat of the car like randy teenagers. Priscilla felt as dirty as a one-night stand but she did not care. She did not care for anything else in the world until Tunde called her phone.

It was two weeks after the one night stand with the stranger. Priscilla sat quietly in the bathtub in the guest room reveling in the privacy, Tunde could be heard moving around, and he was on leave much to her dismay, she so longed to be alone in the big house. Her eyes closed, thoughts drifted off to that night remembering the feel of his hands on her. Her face flushed, somehow there was no remorse for what she did only a wish to could see him one more time and see if she felt the same way again. She thought that she could be could be pregnant, the thought made her frown, the little sizzling feeling in her heart disappeared. She could be pregnant.

Pregnant for a stranger with no money in her pocket because she was sure Tunde would get a divorce, she felt uneasy imagining how the family would get into an uproar. Her mother would never even look at her again and Tunde would have the perfect excuse to throw her out. Would she be sorry then that she slept with this total stranger? Priscilla wondered. Perhaps. The soothing tune played in her head again: God give us Christian homes; somehow it seemed to calm her. ‘God help me, I felt no remorse for what I did’.



I did say that this episode was on fire, didn’t I? Things are definitely heating up in this episode! I mean, Priscilla might be in some serious trouble with Tunde, but then you’d have to wait till next week to find out.

Safe Haven is written by Oyindamola Dosunmu

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