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SISI SHALEWA PART 3: THE SON WHO DIED
After Akin Adebayo was impeached as Governor of Osun State, everybody expected Sisi Shalewa to leave him.
Some prayed she would.
Others simply waited.
The same people who had predicted that her past would destroy his political career now predicted that his disgrace would destroy their marriage.
They were wrong again.
Sisi stayed.
She stayed when the official cars disappeared.
She stayed when the policemen at the gate were withdrawn.
She stayed when friends stopped calling.
She stayed when men who once waited three hours outside the Governor’s Office suddenly became too busy to return Akin’s messages.
She stayed when newspapers stopped calling him His Excellency and started calling him the disgraced former governor.
But something had changed.
Not in Akin.
In her.
For the first time since they married, Sisi Shalewa was disappointed in her husband.
It wasn’t because of the crimes.
She had known worse men.
Not because he had lied.
She had forgiven worse lies.
She was disappointed because he had not trusted her.
One night, nearly three months after the impeachment, she finally asked him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Akin stared at the television.
“Tell you what?”
She laughed.
It was not her usual laugh.
“Akin.”
He turned.
“Everything.”
Silence.
“I was ashamed.”
“Of me?”
“Of myself.”
She looked at him for a long time.
“I told you everything.”
“I know.”
“No. You don’t.”
Akin looked at her.
“Do you know what it takes for a woman like me to tell a man the truth about herself?”
He said nothing.
“I gave you names. Places. Dates. Things I had never told another human being.”
“I know.”
“And you sat there listening to me while carrying this?”
Akin lowered his head.
“I thought I was protecting you.”
Sisi smiled.
“That is what men say when they don’t trust women.”
She stood.
“I would have forgiven the crime.”
She walked towards the bedroom.
“But I don’t know if I can forgive the fact that you thought I was too weak to carry the truth.”
That night, they slept in separate rooms.
But Sisi did not leave.
Weeks became months.
Investigations continued.
Akin’s political career was dead.
His party expelled him.
His friends abandoned him.
His lawyers told him the same thing.
“Stay out of the public eye.”
“Let the scandal die.”
“Maybe in ten years…”
Ten years.
Akin was forty-six.
In politics, ten years could mean forever.
Then one morning, Sisi walked into his study.
She sat opposite him.
“I can fix this.”
Akin looked up.
“What?”
“I can give you your life back.”
He laughed.
She didn’t.
Akin stopped laughing.
“How?”
Sisi looked at him.
“There is one thing I never told you.”
Akin stared at her.
“I thought you told me everything.”
“So did I.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means there are some things you bury so deeply that, after a while, even you stop visiting the grave.”
Akin leaned back.
“What did you bury?”
Sisi looked directly at him.
“A child.”
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If there's one thing I'll tell anyone today, it's this: get a skill or hobby that can make you money. You may see it as "just something you enjoy," but Allah can choose that very thing as the means through which He expands your rizq.
Alhamdulillah for where I started, Alhamdulillah for where I am, and Alhamdulillah for where Allah is taking me. ❤️.
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For the longest time I have thought about how I can bless the people in this beautiful community I’m creating, then last night a beautiful thought popped up, I can actually teach Adire making and textile designing. It may help some people one to start something.
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