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Saturday, September 22, 2007

Passion's Story

Yes my fans, it has been a while since you have heard from me
I have been dealing with my own drama. The last few years have been hard but these last two months have been the hardest.

Well... I plan to post about the trials of my life, I have so many that everyday will be a new post.

My name is Joke.
Not to be confused with joke as most americans upon seeing it seem to feel they should call me. I am no joke. And I have spent my whole 35 years proving that. My best friend is about to marry my husband. What should I do? That is right friends, Passion is Joke Bami-------.

It started off funny, you know when you get hit with this information that your bestfriend who you have known since grade school is fucking your husband. You think. Impossible!!! And then you laugh it off as something impossible. Well people it is possible. And since my name is "No" Joke! I have but one word combined to solidify my emotions "BITCH SLAP!!!" I mean two words. but hey it is one action.

Let me get to the meaty gritty of the matter.

Four months ago. I was at dinner with my friends who we call "Sex and the City Phase II" We went to the same college in Nigeria (OAU) same high school in Nigeria (ISI) same primary school in Nigeria (Staff school, ibadan). We have the same type of husband " rich, medical doctor (or lawyer), respected etc). The same type of parents (rich and very well to do). We basically are four girls tha grew up together. Our parents have been friends since before we could bat an eye. We married well, moved to the states with our husbands, established ourselves in the community. Everyone recognizes us as the happening mama's .We each have boys (I have two and one girl) and well we are ready to keep being young.
I mean two months ago I was in Paris with Sola shopping tha stupid ho!!!

Anyway, I have a business on the side. I import Italian wears for women in Nigeria. And over here in the states, I am a specialist! At what you might ask? at living in my upscale apartment and being a happening mama.

Okay I digress. So four months ago the SACPII women were eating and then my phone rings. It is one of my many spies that is calling. Okay let me back it up. Lately my husband has been acting funny. He doesn't come home on time and he gives all these foolish excuses. I also noticed that my friend Sola seems a little distracted around me of late. But I never put two and two together to make one. I always thought it was two different things. So i was eating with my ladies and my phone rings. I had set Mariam, one of my little girls that was learning the trade of being "amazing like me" to watch my husband's dealings. Anyway, he was parked in front of my friend Sola's house. Eh? I said " where did you say he was parked?" like joke like joke oh! or better in yoruba bi ere bi ere ni mo pe oh!

Mariam said she was sitting in the car in front of the house. Well it made sense to me. My birthday was coming up so maybe they were planning to celebrate it at her house. Afterall, that made sense. I told Mariam to go home and jus forget the whole thing. I was happy.

Two months later my foolish behind flew this stupid lady with me to Paris for some rest and relaxation and some big party that one of my childhood friends Chief was having. Cheif is another problem. She is rightfully a husband snatcher. No many of her own she has four kids by four different men in Nigeria. All her children know thier fathers. And well lets just say she gets money and riches just to keep her big mouth shut. She never wanted to marry any of these men just live in luxury. So she was throwing a 35 year birthday party and I flew this stupid girl with me to Paris. We had fun, but whenever her phone rang she would quickly answer and run to the bathroom and shut the door. Finally I asked her "haba, Sola why are you doing your husband like this oh?"

She got really scared look on her face, I should have guessed that she was scared because she thought I had cornered her cheating but, but no, I thought she was scared because I had caught her cheating on her husband. She began to cry and apologise. I said "don't apologise to me, your husband is in America and you are here in Paris pretending to be with me when you are cheating on your husband. My husband is faithful and he trusts me that I am faithful to. You better stop sleeping around. You have a good marriage and good children. What more can a woman ask for? eh? Do you want to end up like Chief who has four different men plotting to kill her and is afraid to go to Nigeria? has four different children and has to surround herself with luxury so she doesn't realize she is really an expensive prostitute? eh?" See me oh! Joke giving advice to the imbecile. She just sat there and listend and said she would change. Sola's husband on return to America packed up the kids and moved them to Nigeria to be closer to his ailing mother. She decided to stay behind and help sort out what she said was "family matters like selling the house etc" I knew she was staying behind to be sleeping with her sugar daddy.

Anyway, so, three nights ago, I was at home and my husband hadn't come home. I called his cell phone no answer. I went to his job, he wasn't there. Finally I decided to call my friend Sola to just vent about my husband's disappereance. I called her house phone and there was no answer. I called her cell phone and my husband picked up!.

I didn't know it at the time tha it was my husband. I said, can I speak to Sola, and he said, who is this? There is a way your mind tells you that something is wrong before your heart lets you agree on the reality of what is wronge. I asked who is this? he had the audacity to say his name. I hung up! My own husband! in bed with my friend. I quickly jumped in my car and drove to her house and waited. The foolish girl shows up at her door with my foolish husband and she kisses him goodbye then he drives away and she goes back into the house. I call the other sex and city women and we begin our attack on this stupid girl.

The first thing you have to remember is that I am Passion. I am not some little girl that some man can come and be messing with. Did you ready Passion's story Part I? If you didn't you need to go back and read it because tha will break down where I am coming from. I know men are not that great of creatures, unable to keep thier pants zipped up. I mean I use my body and my cunning to get what I want, so for some small man that I made a big man to come and be treating me like shit, eh! Never! But I cannot be mad at only him now, sebi my little stupid friend is the one uselessing herself!

Haba!

I got my forces together and we went knocking on her door. She answered and looked worried.

"Joke, did you call me? I see a missed call on my phone, is everything okay?"

Posted by Passion :: 12:36 PM :: 4 comments