Havilah : If Walls Could Speak is a one-of-a-kind novel on the intertwined life experiences of 4 Nigerians in the Nation's commercial hub, each of them battling the struggles of silence, healing, pain and love. This slide is the free part of the novel.

2. If Walls Could Speak, they would tell of
shameful fantasies, endless prayers,
pillows soaked in tears, century-old
secrets and the hidden truth that
“Silence is not always Golden”.
- Ojadamola

3. X.
……….
“Every demonic power diverting my husband’s eyes to all those
shameless prostitutes, by the power in the name of Jesus, may the
thunder of da Lord strike you!!!”
“Oh my God!” Chukwudubem hissed as he checked his phone,
hoping the voice was from a terrible nightmare.
He had barely slept all week and the last thing he needed at 4am on a
Saturday were her tantrums. His wallpaper – a picture of his three
children making funny faces with a Snapchat filter caused a subtle smile
on his lips. This was abruptly interrupted by another scream from his
wife.
“Every demonic power that has turned my husband into Solomon,
the womaniser, by the power in the blood of the lamb, I destroy
you!!!” her eyes were shut so hard her face tightened into a grimace.
“Nkem! Keep quiet!” Chukwudubem shouted.

4. He had tolerated enough of her shenanigans. It was hard to believe
that this was the woman he had fallen in love with. From the day she
saw him at a restaurant with Kamsi Ahipue, she turned into an
unrecognisable broken record.
“I will not shut up, Chukwudubem. I will not shut-up and watch
agents of the devil destroy my marriage,” Nkem exploded.
This woman is seriously beginning to get on my nerves.
“God let me not do anything stupid,” he muttered under his breath.
As though he spoke Japanese, his wife firmly adjusted above her
breasts, a faded Ankara wrapper which he had threatened to burn and
started another round of prayers.
Okay! This woman needs caution.
“Woman! If you want to pray, consider the fact that people are
sleeping! But don’t utter nonsense at the same time washing your dirty
linen in public. The entire street can hear you for God’s sake!” he
yelled, sitting up as the drowsiness he felt had been replaced with
anger.

5. She uttered a sinister laugh while dabbing her tear-stained cheeks with
her palm. “I knew it... I knew you had something to hide 'Dubem.
Cheating on me with that skinny being.”
Sigh! Nkem and jumping into conclusions.
“Chukwudubem, after three children, this is how you want to repay
me. After all our struggles, all you care about is the neighbours not
knowing that you are a lying backstabbing cheat!”
“Nkem! Don’t you e-ver talk to me that way. Did you even ask me if I
had something to do with her?”
“Ohhh! Me, your wife. I should ask you about your mistress!”
“What mistress?! Did you for God’s sake see me sleeping with her?”
“So you are not even denying it. For your information, my eyes are
very functional and I know what I saw.”
He could not stand this anymore. To top it up, he had never met
someone so delusional. Yes. She had seen him at the office restaurant
with Kamsi but Kamsi was nothing but a junior colleague. The day
before, Kamsi had been quite downcast over failing a professional
exam and he was merely trying to console her.

6. Almost immediately, Nkem had walked in with a green plastic food
basket, as he was rubbing the intern's palm. She had performed
embarrassing theatrical acts that day with tears and loud projection to
match without even asking for an explanation.
“You see! Keeping quiet like a guilty unfaithful man!” Nkem shouted
with a tone of disgust.
“Nkem! Do not…”
“Abegee!!!1
" She retorted, picking up her bible. “Don’t call my name.
Let me go back to my prayers since I’m the only one interested in
saving this marriage. It’s just hysterical that your favourite phrase
is…” she paused for half a minute and then mimicking his baritone
voice in a condescending manner, she continued. “…God first, family
next.”
Despite the enormity of her words, he decided against what his fist
wanted to do to her.
“Wow. Nkem you are unbelievable and cannot be pleased but God
knows I try my best to be a great husband and father.”
1 A popular Nigerian word used instead of please.

7. “Did you just say great father?!” she laughed sardonically. “I’m the
only one running around for our Brandon but you are just out here
being indifferent. And you call yourself a great father? What a joke!”
Nkem’s words pierced him so deep that he could almost feel tears
gathering up in his eyes.
“Oh really, Nkem. What exactly do you want me to do?! You think
God, the all-knowing, is not aware that our last child is… that
Brandon is...” He hesitated for a split second and then said,
“You know what? I don’t have the energy for your drama this
morning. You can have the entire room to yourself!”
He walked out of the room and slammed the door with all the anger
pent up in him. For the first time in his entire life, divorce did not
seem like such a bad idea.
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