Shades Of Deceit
Shades Of Deceit

Hello Peeps, this is your weekly report from the Team at AideYarn and we start our report this week by tendering our unreserved apologies to everyone who stayed up to catch the Premiere of Shades Of Deceit on radio. it couldn’t happen due to a slight hitch. We will confirm the new date for the Premiere and report to the house asap…for now we can only say…We are very Sorry. And in related reports, we’d like to wish our very dear Princess of Radio, “The Midnight Mistress”, Olajumoke Bello (@OlajumokeBello) who is a bit under the weather, a quick recovery and also to let her know she’s in our prayers.

Next on the beat is to announce to the house another record breaking week for Shades Of Deceit as the ratings just keep sky rocketing (New Records for ‘Most Views Per Day’ and ‘Most Comments on A Post’). Whatever it is ‘You’ guys are doing…please don’t stop cos’ we’re only just started as we will continue to up the ante of the A! experience just to satisfy ‘You’ and trust that ‘You’ support us by re-posting the links on BBM and Whatsapp, share on Facebook and also re-tweet on Twitter.

Our special mentions for this week goes to our first time commenters, Fsf, Adewale and Fay (beautiful names, all of them, right?). Not forgetting our metaphor spitting Laura…our epistle writing Des (Record Holder : Longest Comment on The Blog), Ihunanya, whose comments became a trending topic at some point and definitely, to everyone that took out time to drop their thoughts in the comments section, this is to let you know that every statistics broken was done because ‘You’ stood in as part of the Team, Thank You!

Enough of the sermonizing and straight to our feature presentation of the day – Shades Of Deceit IV – Enjoy!

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 In the previous episode of Shades of Deceit

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She looked at the phone suspiciously, her face wrinkled in worry. Something was wrong.

How could Priye’s chat history be blank when just last week, it had some innocent church conversations?

What could have been in the chats with Priye -another set of nude pictures?

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”O ye of little faith. You have not received a spirit of fear, but of love,’ her voice cooed sensuously in his ears…setting his body aflame with desire.

It’s of power and of love and of a sound mind. He corrected her.

‘You’re the Pastor…I’m a singer, I think it’s time you do your job so I can sing,’ she said…

That was the exact moment the song Olo mi by Tosin Martins serenaded the room, it was his special ringtone for his wife.

She cut the call and put the phone off, tossing it further away from them before lining his lips with a hot kiss.

‘Do you know I can’t remember when I cut the call and put off my phone? I was so fast asleep,’ Michael muttered…

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‘Why is Priye’s chat history blank?’ Laide asked…

Michael was transfixed. ‘What sort of a nonsense question is that?’

‘The kind that a wife would ask?’

‘Have you started fooling yourself with Priye just like you did with Ivie?’ Laide asked, her voice laced with contempt.

The response was fast. It was a lightning slap across her face… sending her crashing to the ground.

‘Don’t you ever talk to me in that tone of voice in your life again,’ Michael barked …the sound of her sobs trailing him as he stormed out of the bedroom, shutting the door with a bang.


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//The Pastor. The Wife. The Drama//




Gwarimpa Estate, Abuja.


The song filtered into her head as she drifted between sleep and reality. She had dozed off while listening to a program on radio with her phone on the bed. She knew the song.

My skin is like a map
Of where my heart has been
And I can’t hide the marks
It’s not a negative thing…

Laide winced in pain as she felt her swollen lips with her tongue. Her hurt was not from her swollen lips, it was from a broken heart.

I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me
There’s a mark you leave
Like a love heart carved on a tree…

The tears rolled down her cheeks as Natasha Bedingfield’s velvety voice seeped out from the phone’s speakers. In a former life, before she became a Pastor’s wife, this was one of her favourite songs, but never had she connected with the lyrics of the song the way she presently connected with it.

She sniffled as she wrapped her arms around her son, not like one seeking to protect her child but as one seeking protection from her child. His room had been her refuge for the past two nights as she had refused all entreaty from her husband to return to their shared bedroom.

She would however have to return to their bedroom when it was daybreak as her sister Yewande was arriving from Lagos for a short stay. She couldn’t let anybody, not even Yewande, know that Pastor and Mrs Igbinedion were not living as a happily married christian couple, let alone as the respected christian leaders that they were supposed to be. They had a reputation and she had to play her part to protect that reputation.

Who would believe that Mrs Laide Igbinedion, wife of the charismatic and heavily anointed pastor of a ten thousand member congregational church had sad nights like these?

Who would believe that she was a victim of abuse in a marriage that was globally acclaimed as a model for what a good and happy marriage should look like?

Michael had hit her once while they were courting and she remembered how he had begged and grovelled for months before she eventually forgave him. That was six months before he proposed.

He would eventually start his assault on her four years after they were married, when Jeremiah was just two years old. She remembered vividly that the argument was about his seeming closeness to Ivie whom he had elevated from being just a leader of one of the home fellowship units in the church to being his personal assistant. She had explained away his closeness to Ivie to the fact that they both hailed from the same tribe, but having her as a personal assistant was way more than she could logically explain.

In the first place, why did he need a personal assistant, and a female one at that?

‘These days, with the amount of speaking invitations that I get, if I don’t get an assistant, I might end up having to sleep in church,’ Michael explained. ‘I need time with you and my growing son. I don’t want to be an absent dad,’ he said, planting a kiss on her lips.

As usual, she was bought.

Ivie was eventually employed and Michael continued to sleep in church, closing just as late as he used to.

‘You’re not stupid enough to infer that I’m going out with my P.A, are you?’ Michael asked, his face contorted in anger as he responded to his wife’s questions.

‘You are not stupid enough to go out with her, are you?’ She asked, throwing the question back at him.

‘Is that question for me?’ He lashed out with a slap right across her right cheek.

The sound was like a thunder clap.

Shock was riddled on her face for the first thirty seconds and as the tears rolled down her eyes, all she could say was, ‘Michael, you slapped me because of Ivie?’

‘I slapped you because you insulted me,’ he replied, walking out on her.

It was also the first time they had slept in separate rooms.

She missed church the next day being a Sunday as her eyes were swollen and reddened by the slap. It was the last time, Michael hit her on her face and on a Saturday.

His assaults had since become more planned and strategic as the three other times he had hit her was either on a Thursday or a Friday and he had lashed her with his belt and on her buttocks, after over-powering her on the bed and muffling her cries with a pillow -like she was an errant child. He had not followed this rule two days ago when he slapped her on her face. It was reminiscent of the first time he hit her since they became husband and wife.

‘Please, no one must know of this,’ Michael pleaded as she looked at him with disdain.

‘I thought you said you both had nothing between yourselves?’ she asked, waving the phone at him. ‘This is nothing right?’ Her eyes glancing at the nude pictures of Ivie plastered on the screen of the phone.

Michael was quiet.

‘You will sack her immediately,’ she said, her voice fierce and authoritative. ‘And if you must have a personal assistant, then I will choose that person,’ she continued, her mind already set on Nike whom she trusted and was like a younger sister to her.

Marriage was not supposed to be perfect and hers was not. The only difference with her marriage was that everyone seemed to believe that she and Michael were living a fairy-tale. He was the poster boy for a good man and her, for a virtuous woman. They were a perfect marriage.

If only they knew.

If only they knew. She muttered into the dark cold night.

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Maitama, Abuja.


Chika Ezenwa stared at the suspended ceiling boards in his room, his eyes seeing nothing, as his mind x-rayed his life in the past five months.

It was a sad life.

Where there used to be patters of the tiny feet of his son Josh, there was quiet. And where there used to be the body of his wife lying next to him as a human heater, there was emptiness and cold.

He missed his family, but most especially, he missed his son.

But how do you forgive a woman, whose sex tape is right now on the internet?

It was a question he had been unsuccessfully trying to find an answer to and no matter how hard he tried to push the images to the recesses of his mind, the pictures from the tape remained crisp and clear. They haunted him.

He loved Amaka with his life but now he was not so sure. What he was however sure of was that, his heart was not hating her as much as he would like. It was looking for excuses to forgive her.

How do you hate the mother of your only child? The mother of Josh.

He exhaled loudly as the handsome face of his son formed in his mind and his tiny voice rang out in his ears. Daadi.

What if she was right that the video was done way before they met?

There was nothing to prove it, but what if she was right? Was it not enough to take her back for?

‘Too many questions,’ Chika muttered as he closed his face with a pillow, ‘Too many questions,’ he repeated.

He missed his family and he wanted them back.

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Gwarimpa, Abuja.


Michael watched the couple as they argued between themselves.

‘Pastor, this is exactly what I’m facing,’ the husband said exasperated. ‘I don’t know if she is the husband, or I am the husband. She doesn’t even let me drink water and put the cup down. If I talk one word, she will talk twenty, if she could, she would wear the trousers in the house,’ the man said, his eyes showing his frustration.

The woman sat still, hands folded across her belly, her gaze fixed on her husband.

Michael smiled. ‘She’s a woman Mr Nweke, talk is what she knows how to do best.’

The wife grunted in acknowledgement, a quiet way of saying, tell him.

Michael smiled, ignoring her very quiet interruption. ‘The bible urges you to love your wife and one of the ways of showing love is to love and eat her food, no matter how angry you are. She has spent time in cooking, you should eat.’

The wife’s eyes glowed as the pastor spoke, visibly pleased with the path the discussion was towing.

‘And madam, you know you have to submit to your husband?’

‘Yes Pastor,’ the woman replied, her face slightly bowed.

‘It’s easy to draw out his love in that manner, the bible recommends it,’ Michael stated.

His eyes settled on the clock in his office. It was reading, 3:12. He was running late as he had planned to leave the office by three ‘o’ clock to get some gifts for his wife.

His mind ran on the kind of gifts he could get to break the ice that was currently in his home.

Romantic apology card? Check.

10 sweet cherries & 12 swizzled strawberry chocolates? Check.

3 dozen long stemmed red roses? Check.

Diamonds? Check.

Sweet session of lovemaking? Check.Check.Check…

Pastor Michael Igbinedion smiled to himself, nodding his head as Mr Nweke’s mouth opened and closed. He wasn’t hearing one word, but that was no problem, there was always a bible verse to fill up that space. He had to close up the session as soon as possible so he could go and prepare for the very long night that was surely ahead in the home of the Igbinedions.


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  1. JESUS! SOD z linked to TMA..... Mr Dan, Mr Dan...Dear Mr Dan...ow many tymz did I call you?....I Rest my case.....4nw...

    1. See who is number 1 on the comments table....@Des to answer your question...I would say you called 3x but I heard 4x *smiles* thanks for stopping by ...record holder...Longest Comment on the Blog. Its appreciated

      1. Yaaay! I wz d frst 2 comment...eezalai 4 2dais Episode, Na Wa! As Far as DES z Concernd Laide N Mich r Stale Gist...xcpt Oga Dan Turns My head Nxt Week...probably by Mysteriously Revealing Something Amazingly Intriguing (Loads Of Gibberish....beht Na Beta Advise)...Laide I Stee Get Solution For You O ..if u wan Hear...

  2. This Laide of a woman values her nonsense reputation than her life. Can you imagine, the abuse started way before marriage and she's there basking in the euphoria of being called a 'a pastor's wife'. Michael is the definition of a hypocrite! Most women are just ... Mtshewwwwww

  3. Laide's part broke my heart. Poor woman. I hope she wakes up from this nightmare. She needs protection from that man but the problem is, who is gonna believe he turns from a Pastor to a Perpetrator of systematic abuse behind closed doors? The worst part is, he is facilitating couples' counselling at the church...
    Let me stop rambling. Good work Daniel. You have succeeded in creating yet another series your readers are going to be talking about when it is finished.

    1. @Olajumoke you're just being a very generous team member *smiles* thanks for the I agree totally with Laide needing protection...a lot of women do u know...your tots are very welcome...u.i.m

    1. @Fsf I would take that as a compliment to the Team, there are a lot more surprises to come...all you have to do is stay in the Team and watch us please with A! Experience...did you notice I didn't say anything abt Michael and Bode? *smiles* your thots are always appreciated.

  4. From time immemorial marriages have been concluded and sustained on grounds of responsibilities to a cause or for some common good.

    This however led to lots of loveless marriages in which both parties suffer.

    Am not surprised that laide's husband had abused her before they were married. It's also no surprise that she was naive enough to accept him back.

    The good pastor understands this and I really won't be Surprised if by next week everything goes back to normal. Women like Laide don't learn. They see the signs and decide to turn a blind eye. They expect that the bad character formed over years would just magically disappear

    Now to my good friend complaining of his wife's nagging, I really don't understand his complaints. Wasn't he aware of the habit before he married her ? I guess he's one of the she'd change , we can work it out people.

    People rarely change, whatever you can't live with , don't compromise on it. No matter how "truly" remorse they seem. What happens when the old habit kicks back in ? Then you have a catastrophe like Laide.

    1. #Gbam... Mr Adewale has said it all.. Forgive but never put yourself in a position to remember.. People do change, but like he said RARELY.

    2. @Adewale your comments are like writings from the scroll of a sage. I'm blessed with great people in the house...all the 'Yarns' always make sense...
      People change...I'm a witness to that...but people 'most times' fight against change.
      Change like they say is the only constant thing in life.
      Thanks so very much for dropping your thots and like I have said...there's so much wisdom in ur words.

      1. @aideyandaniel
        Thanks for the compliments. I agree the only thing constant is change. I use the word change to connote a positive and desirable deviation in a person's behaviour . Humans possess the latent power to achieve great and seemingly impossible feats. We've built kingdoms, torn down empires, inspired others to greatness, stood up against injustice etc. Man's only limitation lies in his mind.

        The problem however, lies with the mind.Very few people possess the sheer will power required to overcome the resistance that comes along with change.

        However, sometimes situation or circumstances or other external factors help awaken this latent energy in us and gives us the momentum required to achieve a desired change. The final challenge at this point now is fighting the old demons. They raise their ugly head from time-to-time, and some times visit when people are at their lowest ebb. People change and that's why they term such people as miracles. Change is expensive and costly, its against the natural order and as such few people truly experience it.

        "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
        courage to change the things I can;
        and wisdom to know the difference."
        -The Serenity Prayer

        Waiting for part V.


    3. Yes Mr Adewale, people rarely change! You will be opening your doors to hypertension if you think you will be God to change them. You really hit the nail on the head when you said that whatever you can't live with, you don't compromise on it.

  5. Both Micheal and Laide are hypocrites, putting up fronts, as long as Laide keeps on forgiving and moves on, he will keep on misbehaving. Are you really bringing in TMA charaters Into this story?

    1. @beezy4lord am I really bringing TMA characters into this story? i really dunno *smiles* the setting of SoD is in abuja...i saw Chika and Amaka...and i thot to do a follow-up...hope you dont mind that...or you do? *winks

  6. Isn't our Michael so calculating?? He's pathetic and def lost my respect. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or rage at his swelting Laide's buttocks with his belt!! Hahaha....yeah I did the former, #laugh! Not at Laide of course, but at the sheer bewilderness of that ridiculousness.

    Unfortunately, these things happen. So pathetic. Laide needs to be schooled! She needs learn how to handle stuff so her husband would never lay hands on her the second time let alone the several times it happened.

    Aideyarn keep doing what you are doing! Thoroughly enjoying this series.

    You inspire me.......

    1. @Zikora ...'sheer bewilderness of that ridiculousness' this caught my eye...laide should get a black belt in Karate...should help her i guess *smiles* thanks for stopping by...ur tots are always appreciated...and of course u.i.m

  7. the comments on your stories, King Dan, are just as intriguing as the propellant article. I wanna see where this is heading but you seem to deprive me of this. This, sir, is but one of the many things that make your writing addicting. Ride on sire.


    1. Royalty speaks to Royalty @KingLarry-LarryKing, its always nice to have you here to share views...very on point, plus yes...all the Yarners on the page are very on point too...i hope the Team continues to have you entertained. thanks for the compliments

  8. Men cant be trusted. I swear! so he's planning to buy her over again ? Laide sef is gullible, I'm sure she'll be bought again just as she was bought before marriage. #NoPity Nweke and Amaka just got me confused!

    1. @shovey ...always great to having to read your comments...Nweke and Amaka thingy will become have the word of the Team on that....and thank you for stopping by...we appreciate


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