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Episode 4
The Birthday That Changed Everything
Grace came back home that night from Captain’s quarters at 4:17 a.m.
She showered twice, sprayed perfume, rubbed body cream, and slipped into bed like nothing happened.
Mr. Michael was already asleep, facing the wall.
When he woke up around 6 a.m., he turned to her, hand reaching out gently.
“Darling, good morning.”
She opened one eye, yawned big.
“Morning. I’m so tired, please. I have headache.”
He withdrew his hand like he touched fire.
“Okay. Sorry.”
He stood up, went to the bathroom, heart heavy again.
This one don turn normal thing.
Headache every day.
Tired every night.
No touch.
No kiss.
Nothing.
That same week, during one of their late-night calls, Mr. Michael opened up to Maureen.
“Maureen, I no fit hold am again. My wife… she don turn stranger. Almost one year now she no allow me touch am. Every time I try, na headache or tired. I dey sleep for parlour some nights. I just dey manage because of the children.”
Maureen’s heart pain am.
“Sir, sorry o. Maybe she get something worrying her.”
“Maybe. But I be man na. I get feelings. Sometimes I just wan hold person wey go hold me back.”
Maureen no know wetin to say.
She only listen.
And that listening became everything to him.
Then came Maureen’s birthday.
27 years old.
She no tell anybody for station.
But Mr. Michael remember from one of their old chats.
That evening, after work, him Prado park outside.
Him come down with small cake and one beautiful gift bag.
“Happy birthday, Maureen!”
Maureen eye open wide.
“Sir! How you take know?”
Him smile.
“You tell me before na. Come, make we celebrate small.”
Him carry her go one quiet restaurant for town.
No noise. Soft light. Good food.
They chop, laugh, talk.
For the first time, Maureen see Mr. Michael laugh from heart.
Him open the gift—fine wristwatch and one envelope with 100k inside.
“Start your school fees with this one.”
Maureen eye tear small.
“Sir, I no know how to thank you.”
Him look her for eye long time.
“You don already thank me. Every day you listen to me, you save my life.”
The night sweet die.
When they finish, him drive her reach house.
At the gate, under small light, him stop the car.
Silence.
Then him lean small, say thank you, and kiss her cheek.
But the kiss no land for cheek.
E land for mouth.
Soft.
Warm.
Unexpected.
Both of them freeze.
Maureen heart dey beat like drum.
Mr. Michael pull back fast.
“I’m sorry… I no know wetin do me.”
But Maureen no talk.
She just look am.
And something burn between them.
Small fire wey just start.
That night, none of them sleep.
Mr. Michael reach house, sit for parlour, head for hand.
Grace dey sleep for bedroom, phone under pillow, smiling for dream.
Maureen for her small room, touch her lips, remembering the kiss.
From that night, everything change.
The calls no be normal again.
The messages get sweet sweet words.
The money increase.
The look when him come station carry fire.
Both of them know say the line don cross.
But neither of them fit stop.
Because the birthday kiss open door wey no fit close again.
And the fire wey start small…
Dey already dey burn everything.
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Episode 4
The Birthday That Changed Everything
Grace came back home that night from Captain’s quarters at 4:17 a.m.
She showered twice, sprayed perfume, rubbed body cream, and slipped into bed like nothing happened.
Mr. Michael was already asleep, facing the wall.
When he woke up around 6 a.m., he turned to her, hand reaching out gently.
“Darling, good morning.”
She opened one eye, yawned big.
“Morning. I’m so tired, please. I have headache.”
He withdrew his hand like he touched fire.
“Okay. Sorry.”
He stood up, went to the bathroom, heart heavy again.
This one don turn normal thing.
Headache every day.
Tired every night.
No touch.
No kiss.
Nothing.
That same week, during one of their late-night calls, Mr. Michael opened up to Maureen.
“Maureen, I no fit hold am again. My wife… she don turn stranger. Almost one year now she no allow me touch am. Every time I try, na headache or tired. I dey sleep for parlour some nights. I just dey manage because of the children.”
Maureen’s heart pain am.
“Sir, sorry o. Maybe she get something worrying her.”
“Maybe. But I be man na. I get feelings. Sometimes I just wan hold person wey go hold me back.”
Maureen no know wetin to say.
She only listen.
And that listening became everything to him.
Then came Maureen’s birthday.
27 years old.
She no tell anybody for station.
But Mr. Michael remember from one of their old chats.
That evening, after work, him Prado park outside.
Him come down with small cake and one beautiful gift bag.
“Happy birthday, Maureen!”
Maureen eye open wide.
“Sir! How you take know?”
Him smile.
“You tell me before na. Come, make we celebrate small.”
Him carry her go one quiet restaurant for town.
No noise. Soft light. Good food.
They chop, laugh, talk.
For the first time, Maureen see Mr. Michael laugh from heart.
Him open the gift—fine wristwatch and one envelope with 100k inside.
“Start your school fees with this one.”
Maureen eye tear small.
“Sir, I no know how to thank you.”
Him look her for eye long time.
“You don already thank me. Every day you listen to me, you save my life.”
The night sweet die.
When they finish, him drive her reach house.
At the gate, under small light, him stop the car.
Silence.
Then him lean small, say thank you, and kiss her cheek.
But the kiss no land for cheek.
E land for mouth.
Soft.
Warm.
Unexpected.
Both of them freeze.
Maureen heart dey beat like drum.
Mr. Michael pull back fast.
“I’m sorry… I no know wetin do me.”
But Maureen no talk.
She just look am.
And something burn between them.
Small fire wey just start.
That night, none of them sleep.
Mr. Michael reach house, sit for parlour, head for hand.
Grace dey sleep for bedroom, phone under pillow, smiling for dream.
Maureen for her small room, touch her lips, remembering the kiss.
From that night, everything change.
The calls no be normal again.
The messages get sweet sweet words.
The money increase.
The look when him come station carry fire.
Both of them know say the line don cross.
But neither of them fit stop.
Because the birthday kiss open door wey no fit close again.
And the fire wey start small…
Dey already dey burn everything.
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To be continued…
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