Delal stood up abruptly. “Enough!” he snapped. “You are a married woman. Focus on that and stop saying nonsense.” Alice felt something break inside her. “So, this marriage is a cage to you?” she said, her voice cracking. “Because I am married, I don’t deserve your love? I am your wife, Delal. I should be your priority.” But, Delal had already made up his mind.
“This conversation is over,” he said coldly, walking away. Silence filled the room. Then, Alice laughed, a painful, bitter laugh that echoed through her tears. She wiped her face slowly, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Delal, you better be ready for the monster you are creating.” Her expression hardened.
Something had changed. Not loudly, not dramatically, but deeply. That night, as she lay beside her sleeping baby, Alice made a decision, a quiet, powerful decision. She was no longer waiting to be chosen, no longer waiting to be seen, no longer waiting to be loved the way she deserved. Because now, she had herself, and she had her child.
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Alice sat still at the table, lost in thoughts as Delal’s laughter echoed through the background. She remembers everything, the feeling of not being seen or understood. Something inside her shifted. Not loudly, not dramatically, but finally she had heard enough. She was not Delal’s maid. She was not just a caregiver. She was not invisible.
If she was not worth the love, companionship, and respect that brought her into the marriage, then he too would no longer enjoy the privilege of having a wife. That day, a quiet decision was made. A month later, Alice received her first paycheck. She stared at the alert on her phone for a long time, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn’t felt in months, relief, pride, freedom.
A small smile spread across her face. Finally, she didn’t have to depend on Delal. If he could live like a single man while being married, then she would no longer keep sacrificing herself for a one-sided relationship. She had tried. God knew she had tried. But, marriage only works when two people are intentional about it.
She had given everything, her body, her strength, her career, her peace. Now, she was choosing herself, for her sanity, for her peace, for her child. If Delal’s attitude made it seem like they were only co-parenting, then she would accept it, no more, no less. That Monday evening, after work, Alice stopped by a grocery store with baby Kayama.
She moved through the aisles with quiet determination, picking everything she needed, fresh fruits, juice, snacks, baby supplies, rice, beans, plantain, eggs. This time, she wasn’t just shopping. She was preparing, preparing for independence, preparing for a new reality. As she drove home, the weight of everything she had endured pressed heavily on her chest.
Tears blurred her vision. “Dear God,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You know I have tried my very best to make this marriage work.” Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. “I am tired, so tired of how Delal treats me. He calls me lazy after everything I sacrificed. I gave my body, my career, just to have our child.
I risked my life, and this is what I get.” Her tears fell freely now. “I leave everything to you from today. I choose peace. I choose my mental health. I choose myself.” The car fell silent again, but her heart was no longer confused. Her decision was made. When Alice got home, she didn’t hesitate. She carried the groceries inside and went straight to her room.
She stocked her personal fridge carefully, fresh juice, fruits, snacks, arranged neatly, intentionally. Then, she moved to the kitchen and placed the rest of the items in their proper places. Everything was organized. Everything was set. That night, she prepared dinner for herself and Kayama. They ate quietly, peacefully.
For the first time in a long while, there was no tension, no waiting, no fear of words that would hurt. After dinner, Alice stood up, walked to the door, and locked it. She carried her baby into the room and closed the door behind her. Around 11:00 p.m., the sound of Delal’s car pulling into the compound broke the silence.
Moments later, he walked to the door and tried to open it. “Locked,” he frowned, then knocked. Once, twice, then harder. “Alice!” No response. His knocks grew louder, more aggressive, echoing through the house. But, inside the room, Alice said nothing. She calmly placed her earpiece in her ears, lay down beside her baby, and closed her eyes.
For once, she chose not to respond. Outside, Delal’s frustration grew. He knocked until his hands hurt, his patience running thin. “What nonsense is this?” he muttered angrily. “She’s probably inside snoring like a pig. A married woman, yet she can’t even wait for her husband to come home.” His voice rose with irritation, but no one answered.
The same woman he ignored was now ignoring him, and it unsettled him. Angrily, he stormed back to his car. He honked loudly over and over again. Still nothing. The night stretched on. The house remained silent. And for the first time in a very long time, Delal was the one left outside. That night, he slept in his car, his anger burning deep within him, unaware that something had shifted in his home, something he could no longer control.
The next morning, the house was quiet. Alice sat in the living room, her head slightly bowed, her voice soft as she said her morning prayers. There was a calmness around her, a kind of peace that hadn’t been there in a long time. Outside, Delal was still in the car. After her prayers, Alice stood up, walked to the door, and unlocked it without a word. She didn’t look outside.
She didn’t call him in. She simply turned and went back inside. There was no urgency, no concern, no waiting. She went straight to her room and began getting ready for the day. Baby Kayama stirred awake, and Alice gently carried her, humming softly as she prepared her for daycare. Bath, clothes, feeding, everything was done with quiet focus, no distraction, no tension.
A few minutes later, the door burst open. Delal rushed in, looking slightly disoriented, clearly not wanting to be late for work. He hurried into his room, grumbling loudly as he searched for his things. “I just don’t have time for this nonsense!” he shouted. “Let me get ready first, then you will hear from me.” Alice didn’t respond. She didn’t even pause.
By the time Delal stepped out, fully dressed, Alice and Kayama were already seated at the dining table, finishing their breakfast. Two neatly packed lunchboxes sat beside them. Delal’s eyes immediately scanned the table. Empty. No food for him. His face hardened. “Where’s my food, woman?” he barked. Alice looked up at him calmly and smiled.
Not mockingly, not angrily, just calmly. “Delal,” she said softly, “if you want to eat in this house, go to the kitchen and make your food. I am not your maid, so please sort yourself out. I have already bought groceries. You are free to use anything.” For a second, Delal stared at her. Then, he burst into laughter. “You must be joking,” he said, shaking his head.
But, the hunger in his eyes betrayed him. He had clearly expected breakfast waiting for him. Alice didn’t move. She didn’t change her expression. She meant every word. “You locked me out of my own house,” Delal snapped, his voice rising. “And now you’re telling me to go and cook. Are you okay?” Alice stayed quiet for a moment. Then, she spoke slowly, clearly.
“Delal, you now have three Her tone was calm, but firm. Option one, cook for yourself. Option two, get a cook and pay her to prepare your meals. Option three, she paused slightly. You know I am a good chef, pay me for my services. She picked up her bag. That is the only way you will eat food from me this morning.
Dele stood frozen trying to process what he was hearing, but Alice wasn’t done. And one more thing, she continued. Once it is 8:00 p.m., I will lock the door. I have a baby to protect. I cannot leave the house open waiting for you at night. She adjusted Kiyama gently on her shoulder. So, you also have three options for that.
Pay me to open the door as your gatekeeper, carry a spare key, or sleep outside. Dele blinked rapidly as if trying to wake himself from a dream. This didn’t feel real, but Alice continued. From now on, whatever service you want me to render, you will pay for it. Or you can get professionals to do it for you. Um, her voice was steady.
You need clean clothes. Take them to the laundry or pay me. Food, same thing. Anything else, the same applies. She picked up Kiyama’s bag. I’m running late for work and I need to drop Kiyama off at daycare. We can talk some other time. And just like that, she walked past him, calm, unbothered, certain.
Dele stood there stunned, completely stunned. He looked around the house rubbing his face as if trying to clear his vision. Was this really happening? Slowly, he walked into the kitchen. Maybe she was bluffing. Maybe she had hidden the food. Maybe this was some kind of joke. He opened the pot, empty. He checked another, nothing. Silence filled the kitchen.
And for the first time, Dele realized Alice was no longer the same woman he had been taking for granted. Dele drove to work that morning with an empty stomach and a heavier mind. On the way, he stopped at a nearby eatery and ordered food. The meal was hot, well prepared, and filling, but as he ate, something felt off.
It satisfied his hunger, but it didn’t comfort him. There was no warmth, no familiarity, no home in it. For a brief moment, Alice crossed his mind, but he quickly brushed it aside. She needs to learn, he thought. That day Dele made a decision. If Alice wanted to act differently, then he would, too.
He began ordering food outside regularly, eating at restaurants, and sometimes staying out late coming home only to use his spare key and lock himself in. But what frustrated him the most was this, Alice didn’t react. She didn’t complain. She didn’t question him. She didn’t even seem to notice, and that unsettled him.
One day, Dele’s friends insisted on coming over to his place to watch a football match. Wanting to impress them, he quickly called Alice. My friends are coming over, he said. I’ve already bought everything, just prepare the food. There was a brief pause. Then Alice’s voice came through. I will charge 50,000 naira per plate, she said plainly.
