Mokwelu sat before his laptop searching the internet page for every bit of information on same -sex relationship. He couldn't believe what he saw the day before. Confusion had seized a better part of him since then. Sleep was gone and a torment came to make a home in his mind. How very woefully had he failed! He couldn't dare to imagine the aftermaths of monday's events. His wife, whom he had just married, was caught with her girlfriend in the act. He saw them cuddle each other lustfully, the sight of them so irritating that his insides churned each time he dared recount what he saw. He had felt like strangling both of them at the sight of their abomination, but his strength failed him. He wanted to demand an explanation from his wife, Nneka, for this mess. But again, his voice failed him. Rage consumed him because Nneka and her same-sex lover were on his matrimonial bed. How could she explain that? He shook his head violently this way and that way, heavy beads of sweat dropping away from his head and hitting the cold shinny floor tiles. His heartbeat quickened and his body temperature rose. "Hei! What have I got myself into?" Nneka had cried out. Her naked and firm breast dangled as she searched for a wrapper to cover her nakedness. She couldn't dare look into his eyes. Her partner, on seeing her lover's husband, had jumped into the bathroom. He stood at the door post and stared at her in her confusion, his strength draining away from him.

For five days now, he hadn't heard from his wife. He did not even feel like seeing her. He had left his house and travelled to Kogi state, very far from home. He needed some quiet time to think things over. And although, kogi seemed too far away from home and lonely, that was the state of his National service. He hadn't known too many friends there, only a few church members. He had checked into a hotel room, switched off his phones to avoid any calls, and concentrated on his laptop. The internet offered succour. He attended church and when asked why his surprise visit, he would say he wanted to spend his holiday with the church. But his pain betrayed him too many times. During church worships, he could hardly hold back the tears. When his pastor preached from the pulpit and talked about grievous sins like immorality, lying, cheating, which could lead to hell, his tears took a nice stroll down his cheeks. As days rolled by and his countenance refused to brighten up, his christian brothers became more concerned about him. Brother Ben had called at his hotel room one day, and after they had exchanged pleasantries, brother Ben began to question very mildly, his heavy countenance. Mokwelu looked him very deep into his eyes for a long time. He considered if he could open up to him. If bro. Ben could understand the weight of his shame; if he could handle it properly. He stared more deeply, searching his spirit for the slightest incompetence.

"I caught my wife on our bed, making love to another woman." He said bluntly and tuned away to face his laptop. "JESUS!!!" Bro. Ben shouted. His hands flew instinctively to the top of his head. Mokwelu turned to look at him briefly and tuned back to his computer. There was supreme silence for a minute or two. Both of them sunk into their thoughts. Brother Ben had looked up towards Mokwelu and asked very softly, "what did you do to her?" Mokewlu turned again to him and stared blankly at him, "I did nothing."

The pastor at Kogi church where Mokwelu worshipped, had heard about his ordeal and invited him over for a chat. "You have to go back to her," he announced to him. Mokwelu felt a stab in his chest. "She's still your wife," he continued. "Remember your vows at the altar on the day you were both joined as husband and wife. It was for better for worse." Mokwelu shook his head in trauma. "Pastor, I can't go back to her. I don't want to see her again. She's brought me enough pain already. Look at me, I had chances to sleep around too. But I declined.