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Laying Blames

She welcomed him warmly, but he paced-around angrily.

“Two more months, if nothing happens, I’ll get myself, a fruitful wife,” he said.

Her face was cast down and she thought about the four years that had gone by and was deeply pained.

“The doctors said there’s nothing wrong with me. If you’ll only see them yourself…” she said with all boldness.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

“I’m only suggesting that you also see the doctor since I’ve done that severally.”

“You know I’m not impotent,” he shouted and became more unsettled.

She kept quiet but felt better because she had summoned the courage to tell him what she had not been able to say for years.

Ten months later, Junior arrived. The reason why became his ‘top-secret’.

Junior’s siblings followed also in no time and prior to each, he had to secretly follow ‘the routine’.

But his ‘top-secret’ was no secret. Her cognitive reasoning got why eight extra legs walked aound their home.

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I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.

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