Dera diary

  I was only trying to charge my husband’s phone… but one notification popped up that changed everything I believed about my marriage: “I miss you… I can’t keep pretending with her anymore.” I stood frozen. For a few seconds, I even convinced myself I saw wrong. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was spam. But the message stayed there… glowing on the screen. My hands started shaking. My husband, Emeka, was in the bathroom taking a shower. The sound of water running filled the room, but inside my head, everything had gone silent. I didn’t want to read more. I told myself to drop the phone. To walk away. To respect trust. But my fingers didn’t listen. I opened the chat. And that was the day my world changed. There were messages. Not one. Not two. Weeks of conversations. Laughs. Plans. “I miss you.” “Can’t wait to see you.” “She suspects nothing.” I felt my legs weaken, so I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. This was my home. My marriage. My 3-ye...

  There were four of them. Ayo, Boma, Kunle, and Zainab. They were not just friends — they were a group everyone thought would last forever. Wherever you saw one, the others were never far behind. They shared jokes, secrets, plans, and even dreams about the future. People used to call them “the four pillars” because they always stood together. But what people didn’t know was that even strong bonds can carry silent cracks. It all started very simply. One afternoon after school, they were all sitting together, talking and laughing like usual. Everything felt normal. Nothing seemed wrong. But that day, something small happened — something nobody paid attention to. Ayo said something jokingly about Kunle. Everyone laughed, including Kunle. But inside, Kunle felt slightly uncomfortable. He didn’t say anything, because it was “just a joke.” But sometimes, small jokes leave small wounds that nobody sees. Days passed, and things were still fine on the surface. But Kunle...