25/01/2025
SHOULD PEOPLE WHO HAS LOST THEIR SPOUSE WAIT FOR THEIR KIDS TO GROW INTO AN ADULT BEFORE TAKING ANOTHER PARTNER?
All parents needs to watch this
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Looking out of his father’s car window, Tolu wished he could share the weight of the pain he carried inside.
But his father was too preoccupied to notice. Always busy with work and endless commitments, he barely had time to acknowledge Tolu, his only son.
Though his father provided every luxury money could buy, Tolu still felt like the loneliest boy in the world.
Mr. Adebanjo had lost his wife, Olabisi, three years ago—Tolu’s favorite person and the glue that held their family together. Olabisi had always been there, filling the void left by her husband’s constant absence.
That fateful evening, she had gone out to buy groceries for the family. Tolu, as usual, begged to come along, but she lovingly refused. "I’ll bring you your favorite candy when I get back," she had promised with a warm smile. But fate had other plans. She never made it back.
The accident that claimed Olabisi’s life shattered Tolu’s world. His laughter disappeared, replaced by an emptiness that even time seemed unable to fill. His bright, eager eyes lost their spark, and his broken heart remained a silent wound.
Mr. Adebanjo, consumed by work, failed to see his son’s pain. But when Tolu’s grades began to plummet, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He quickly hired a tutor, Miss Ayomide, to help his son get back on track.
Miss Ayomide was patient and kind, qualities that Tolu hadn’t felt in a long time. She didn’t just focus on his schoolwork; she also made time to talk to him, drawing him out of his shell little by little.
Within a few months, Tolu’s performance in school began to improve. More than that, Miss Ayomide brought a glimmer of light back into Tolu’s life.
Until one fateful evening, Mr. Adebanjo came home with a woman—a stranger to Tolu, yet one who held his father’s hand like she belonged there.
"This is Adunni," Mr. Adebanjo announced with a smile. "She’s someone very special to me, and I plan to marry her."
Tolu’s heart sank as he looked at the woman. Adunni was chubby, with wide, curvy hips and an ample chest that seemed to command attention wherever she went. Her makeup was flawless, her perfume overpowering, and her smile—while bright—felt forced to Tolu.
She extended her hand to him. "Hello, Tolu," she said sweetly. "I’ve heard so much about you."
But Tolu didn’t respond. He simply stared, the air in the room feeling heavier by the second.
His mind raced with questions: How could his father bring someone like her into their lives? Didn’t he see that they were fine just as they were?
Adunni tried to win him over in the days that followed, but Tolu wasn’t ready to accept her. And deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about this woman who now threatened to take the place his late mother had once occupied.
Adunni moved in with them shortly after, taking over the home with her vibrant presence. She showered Tolu with lavish gifts and prepared his favorite meals, always trying to win him over. But Tolu could see through her façade. Her sweetness felt forced, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn’t genuine.
One quiet Saturday afternoon, after Miss Ayomide had finished their lesson, Tolu mustered the courage to open up to her. As she packed her books, he tugged at her sleeve and whispered, “Miss Ayomide, I need your help.”
She knelt to his level, concern written on her face. “What’s wrong, Tolu?”
“It’s about my father’s new mistress,” he began hesitantly. “Adunni. I don’t like her. She’s pretending to be nice, but I know she’s not.”
Miss Ayomide sighed. “Tolu, sometimes people seem different at first. Maybe you should give her a chance.”
But Tolu shook his head firmly. “No, I know she’s not right for us. Please, talk to my dad. Tell him to send her away. I don’t want him to marry her.”
Ayomide hesitated, unsure how to respond. Before she could speak, Tolu added with unexpected boldness, “If it were you, I’d have given it a thought. You’re kind and generous to me. You make me happy.”
Miss Ayomide’s heart softened at his innocent words, and she smiled, rubbing his head gently. “You’re a good boy, Tolu. I’ll talk to your father, but I want you to promise me something.”
“What?” Tolu asked, his big, hopeful eyes meeting hers.
“Promise me you’ll try to be patient and see what happens,” she said softly.
He frowned, but nodded reluctantly. Unknown to both of them, Adunni was standing in the hallway, silently listening to every word. Her face hardened, and her lips curled into a sly smile. She would not let anyone—least of all this young boy and his tutor—ruin her plans.
That night, as Tolu slept peacefully in his room, oblivious to the unfolding drama, Adunni’s carefully laid plan began to take shape.
When Mr. Adebanjo returned home late, as usual, Adunni greeted him warmly. After he freshened up and had his dinner, they settled into bed for the night. Adunni, dressed in a revealing silk nightwear, moved closer to him with a pout.
Just as he reached out to her, she pulled back and frowned deeply.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned.
Adunni folded her arms and sighed dramatically. “It’s bad enough that your son doesn’t like me, but now someone else is trying to come between us.”
Mr. Adebanjo sat up, his brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? Who?”
She hesitated, as if reluctant to speak, then said, “It’s Tolu’s home teacher. I overheard her earlier today, telling Tolu to reject me. She even told him to tell you to ‘look her way’ instead.”
Mr. Adebanjo blinked, stunned. “I don’t understand. You mean Ayomide? Miss Ayomide?”
Adunni scoffed, feigning disbelief. “Is there another tutor in this house? Honestly, if she doesn’t stop coming here, I’ll leave. I’m here trying to win your son over, and someone is doing everything to stop me. You had a woman already and brought me here just to humiliate me!” She wiped her eyes, letting out a small sob for effect.
“Don’t say that, my angel,” Mr. Adebanjo said, moving closer to console her.
“Leave me alone!” she snapped, pulling away. “If you don’t call her tonight and tell her to stop coming, I swear I’ll leave this house first thing tomorrow morning. I will not stay where I’m not wanted!”
Caught between guilt and desperation, and not wanting to lose Adunni, Mr. Adebanjo sighed heavily. Reluctantly, he picked up his phone and dialed Ayomide’s number.
Ayomide was surprised when she saw his call so late at night.
“Good evening, sir,” she greeted warmly, but her heart sank at the tone of his voice.
“Miss Ayomide,” he began stiffly, “thank you for everything you’ve done for Tolu, but your services will no longer be needed. I’ll pay your full salary for the month, but please don’t come back.”
She was taken aback. “Sir, did I do something wrong? If it’s about Tolu—”
“It’s not up for discussion,” he interrupted. “Thank you and goodbye.”
He ended the call, leaving Ayomide stunned and heartbroken. She looked at her phone, confused and hurt, wondering what could have gone wrong.
Back in the bedroom, Adunni smiled to herself as Mr. Adebanjo lay down beside her. Her plan had worked perfectly, and now, with Ayomide out of the picture, she was one step closer to cementing her place in the family.
Tolu felt crushed when he realized Ayomide was no longer coming. He had grown to rely on her kindness and presence, and now she was gone without explanation. Unable to hold back, he called her one evening.
“Miss Ayomide,” he said quietly when she answered, his voice heavy with emotion. “I’m sorry if I did anything wrong to make you stop coming. Please come back. I miss you.”
Ayomide’s heart ached at his words, but she kept her tone light to avoid revealing the truth. “Oh, Tolu, you’ve done nothing wrong,” she reassured him. “You’re such a bright, smart boy. You don’t need me anymore—you can do this on your own now.”
“But it’s not the same,” Tolu said.
“You’re stronger than you think, Tolu,” Ayomide said softly. “I’m always rooting for you.”
Tolu reluctantly let the matter drop, but the ache of losing his tutor—and his only friend—remained.
A week later, Mr. Adebanjo left for a month-long business trip. The house felt quieter without him, but Tolu hoped it would be peaceful. However, that hope was shattered on the very first day after his father’s departure.
That morning, Tolu was in his room, fresh out of the shower, wearing only a pair of shorts as he scrolled through his phone. He heard the door open but thought nothing of it until he looked up—and there stood Adunni, uninvited, leaning against the doorframe.
“Good morning, Tolu,” she said with a smirk, her eyes scanning the room.
Tolu quickly grabbed a shirt from his bed and slipped it on, his discomfort evident. “Miss Adunni, you’re supposed to knock,” he said, frowning.
She waved dismissively. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just me. Besides, your father isn’t here to enforce any rules, is he?”
Her tone was playful, but there was something unsettling about the way she lingered, her eyes flickering around the room before resting on him.
“I’m going downstairs,” Tolu muttered, edging past her to avoid her gaze but she stopped him before he could get up from his bed, pushing him down and getting over him, her large breast almost in his face “we have a lot to do today” she said
Tolu, scared like a puppy, tried to free himself but she was too big for his tiny figure.
She grabbed her phone from him, just to make sure he wasn’t going to call anyone.
And got off him, “we will continue later in the night my baby” she said her eyes all over him as she walked out of the room with his phone.
Tolu, stunned and still in shock, shifted to the corner of his bed as tears rolled down his face. He had no idea what they were going to continue, but whatever it was he didn't want it. He quickly got up and locked his door so she wouldn’t come back in again.
