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Alright! We're 95.1 Wazobia FM, the radio station where we're chilling.

In case you're just joining us... Erm, the show is also just starting.

It's just ten minutes past five o'clock

on this beautiful, beautiful morning.

As we're going about our businesses,

I'm sure we're all driving gently and carefully,

going slow and all of that.

It's yours truly, your guy, your G...

My name is Yaw, in case you didn't know.

-And, as usual, my own troublesome sister… -What’s up?

-We're always quarrelling.

Alright, keep calling in to the show.

We're here to receive all your calls

to hear your comments concerning this matter.

Candy's with me in the studio as usual. If y'all see this lovely babe...

But then, Candy, this issue that we're dealing with now

is rather worrisome. It's a matter that causes me heartache.

Erm, it's an issue to think about, and it's trending.

The woman that killed her husband Or is it the wom--

I don't even know what to call it.

Look, such a matter should be left to the court to decide.

True. But, how about you? What are your thoughts on this matter?

The way I see it, she's innocent until proven guilty.

Because, neither of us was there. We didn't witness the incident.

-You understand me? -Right??

-Yeah!

Well, we need to go ahead and open our phone lines

to allow our audience call in.

The issue is a hot topic everywhere. You're all talking about it.

We'll open the line for people to call in.

Tell us - what do you think concerning this whole issue?

Hmm? What do you think? Don't forget the number to call

Two-seven-seven-zero-nine-five-one Two-seven-seven-one-nine-five-one

Two-seven-seven-two-nine-five-one Two-seven-seven-three-nine-five-one

These are the numbers to call.

Don't forget to put "zero-one" if you're calling with a mobile phone.

Okay?

Share your thoughts on this issue.

Do you think it's manslaughter? Do you think it's murder?

Or do you think she did it in self-defense?

My thing is, you know your husband beats you...

I don't know...

This issue of women getting beaten up

is all over the news. But, women hide it.

They don't want to come out to-- We have a caller.

Yes, hello? Who's on the line? Greetings! You're on Wazobia FM.

Your name and where you're calling from, please?

My name is Brian.

Okay, Brian, you heard about the issue we're--

-Gotcha!

-Hello, good morning. -Good morning, baby.

You’re looking fine.

So...

Will I ever, ever stop sharing my morning pleasures with this your garden?

Awwww...

It's great therapy for anxiety.

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

-I have to go to work.

Stop... I'll kill you.

What are you waiting for? You know where the bedroom is.

-Naughty girl

-I have to go. -Okay

-Help me with this? -Sure.

Oh, don't forget - we have everyone coming over this evening.

I won't.

-Come back home early. -Yes.

-Come back home early. -Yes, madam.

You need me to get anything for you this evening?

Oh, no no no. Everything is taken care of.

And Dimeji is going to be over in a couple of hours to help me.

Do you think she's breastfeeding as always?

Of course not!

Her son is three years old.

Besides, she has a nanny. So, she's run out of excuses.

Ah... You're sure you don't need anything?

No.

Here. Someone seemed really eager to talk to you this morning.

Maybe they can't wait to congratulate us.

But, we haven't told anyone.

I dunno.

Hello, Ireti? How are you?

What?!

Okay, okay... Just hold on a second.

Baby, don't forget to get my medication, okay?

Okay. Bye.

Ireti? Okay, just... calm down. Tell me what happened.

Ah!

What??!

Do you want me to come over?

Are you sure?

Oh god, this man! Calm down. Tell me what happened this time.

Ireti, are you sure you don't want me to come over?

I'll come over!

Ireti?

Ireti? Ireti, are you there?

I'll leave the front door open. I'll be waiting for you.

God in heaven, what is this?

Coming!

Finally! I was about to go back home.

Mmmm, I'm sorry o.

You refused to answer the door.

-Thank you for coming to help me. -Haba. What are neighbours for?

So, err... Where is the man of the house?

He's at work.

Hmm...

I could have sworn I heard you talking to someone...

Madam tataafo. You always hear something.

Anyway, there's a lot to do before the party.

-So, let's go to the kitchen. -Oh, alright.

Uhm, just give me a minute, I need to use the restroom.

Err, no. That one is out of order.

So, you'll have to use one of the ones upstairs.

Upstairs?

Yes. If anyone has to use the toilet tonight,

they'll have to use one of the ones upstairs.

-Oh, okay.

Ah, Dimeji.

It's unbelievable, the things that go on in some marriages!

Mmm

And, you've got to feel sorry for those poor children.

I mean, your mother being accused of killing your father?

'Can't be easy.

And, situations like that are often fraught with danger.

If one or both parties don't seek help it always, always ends in disaster.

Oh! I think they've started to arrive.

-I'm coming. -Mm-hmm.

Ah, mama. Welcome.

It's good to see you. You came early.

Indeed.

Well, no one is here yet.

Is that why you left your gate wide open?

Where's my son?

He'll be back from work shortly.

Uhh, th-this toilet is faulty.

But, you can use any of the other ones in the house.

Mmm.

It's blocked.

I see.

It happened yesterday.

A whole day! And you didn't bother to get it fixed?

I didn't have time to. I was busy.

Busy??

Certainly not giving my son children.

Welcome, ma!

'Thought you told me there was no one in the house?

Oh, Dimeji came by to help with dinner.

Indeed.

Would you like anything to drink, ma?

Where is my son Brian, and his wife?

What?! Do you want me to come over?

He wants to kill me, Fiona.

-Are you sure? -I can't take this anymore.

Oh, god. This man...

He's a monster!

Calm down. Tell me what happened this time.

I'm scared.

Ireti, are you sure you don't want me to come over?

I'll come over!

Ireti? Ireti? Ireti, are you there?

I think he's gone.

I'm coming over right away.

I'll leave the front door open. I'll be waiting for you.

Where's my son Brian, and his wife?

I-I-I-I thought I saw Brian's car outside?

No. No.

Are you sure you don't want anything to drink?

Maybe she's hungry.

She's always like that!

Why doesn't she like you?

I don't know. I mean... I don't think she particularly likes anybody.

But, what can I do? She's my mother inlaw.

Family.

Yeah, family.

I'll get that.

Oga!

Madam! How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

Hey...

-How was your day? -It's okay.

-How was yours? -I'm good.

How's it going? How's your baby?

That one? I had to run away from his trouble.

Kids. You look great. Have you been working out?

-You lost the baby bump.

-Hey, my son! -Mummy!

-How are you? -I'm fine. You look great!

I'm not happy with you.

Why? What did I do?

You don't call or visit me.

I called you yesterday, ma'am.

That's because you wanted me to be here.

By the way, you've not told me what we're celebrating.

I know it's that wife of yours that stops you from coming to see me.

It's good to see you.

When... when is she going to give me a grandchild?

Look, you got married a year before your brother,

and the wife is six months gone!

You worry too much.

You--

Mmmm-mm-mm-mm! Everything smells good.

Mmm! Such flattery.

So, I went to the pharmacy...

Thank you.

I'm going upstairs to change.

Okay.

Uhm, I'll be right up to help you.

Okay.

What?

Ah ah! That was quick.

Guy, I can't afford to miss your wife's cooking, man.

I'll just die.

Bloody bachelor.

Barry! Barry, do you know how hard it is to find a good wife these days?

One that can cook and all of that? Total package??

-Come off it, man. -Ah! Quit playing like that.

Ah... Talk of the devil...

Wow.

-Derrick... -My lady Fiona.

-So good to see you. -How are you?

-You too.

Okay, okay, okay. That's enough, okay? Go and get your own.

Guy, what's wrong with you? She was my bestie,

before you came and snatched her from me.

Fiona, no offense - you're a woman, I know.

You'll know I'll always love you.

Barry, remember way back in the days when you hug a woman

and it's all soft and fragile?

But, these days, because of their waist trainers,

it's like you're hugging a policeman in a Kevlar vest.

Spot on!

You're not serious. Nonsense.

Sorry, sorry.

Anyway, good to have you.

Oh, thank you man.

Hello, miss.

Yeah, maybe you should, you know meet a friend of ours.

This is Derrick, a long time friend of ours.

And this is...

Hi. Miss...?

Dimeji. My, uh... The name's Ms Dimeji.

I have to rush up.

Ma. Good evening, ma.

-Good evening. How are you? -I'm fine thank you, ma.

-How are you doing, ma? -Oh, fine! I can't complain.

Okay, ma.

Uh...

Hey.

Come here.

Get in. Come on.

That's it... Gently.

Hmm...

That's better.

I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

Are you alright?

It's... it's nothing.

I can't wait to tell everybody the good news.

Me too.

Hope my mother hasn't been too difficult today?

Gboyega and Esther... I'm sure they're here now.

Yes.

We should go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hello!

Evening!

How's the ministry?

-Very well. -Hello!

We bless God.

How are you?

Has either of you seen your brother?

Nah...

I'm guessing they'll be here soon.

Let's go and meet the people inside.

Bro.

So, uhm.. He's a pastor?

Yeah. And an optometrist.

Hmm. He seems like a... nice guy

They seem like a nice couple.

Ugh! Come on, Barry. Your sister is like a sister to me.

Hmm. I know.

-Let's keep it that way.

When I saw her, I knew this was the one God had declared for me.

-Come on!

But, did God tell you that was your wife?

Why did your sister bring that man into the house?

Gboyega?

What's wrong with him?

He calls himself a doctor and a pastor.

As if--

He's an optometrist.

Does that make him a real doctor?

Yeah!

I mean... Kinda.

And he's an assistant pastor in that church--

Is that why he's attaching himself to my daughter who's a real doctor?

Mama, Esther seems to like him.

Maybe you should get to know him. He might grow on you--

What is wrong with all of you?

Listen, I don't want Esther to end up like you and your brother.

Haba! That's not fair.

Fiona's been doing everything she can to be nice to you.

That doesn't mean she's good enough for you!

L-Look at your brother Brian...

That witch that he calls a wife... she's always fighting him!

And that thing...

That thing you call your wife

is doing her utmost to destroy--

Sshhh! Stop! Stop!!

-"Sshhh! Stop! Stop!!"

Come in.

-Oh! Ireti!

It's okay darling, it's okay.

Sit down.

It's Brian, isn't it? You can't keep going on like this!

It's okay... It's okay.. I know. It's okay...

Come. Come on... come on.

Ireti, get up. Give me your bag.

I don't know why you stay with this man.

It's going to be okay. Don't worry.

Don't worry. Just...

come... come on, come on, Ireti.

Come. Come on.

Easy. Careful.

I'm tired.

Fiona, I'm tired!

I know, darling. It's going to be fine.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay, Ireti. Look at me...

You are going to be fine, okay?

He said he will kill me, if I take his child away from him.

I'd rather not have this baby.

D-don't... What are you saying?? Don't say that. Stop that!

Look, you're going to stay here with me until everybody gets here, okay?

No--

Yes. Yes.

And then we'll put a stop to all of this nonsense

once and for all. You can't continue like this.

I can't come.

Ireti, you're going to be fine. Okay?

Stand up.

Probably Dimeji, my friend. Let me go get the door.

Where is that bitch??

How dare you just walk into my house like that?

So, you're the one that's been feeding my wife with ludicrous ideas?

Your wife?! Is that how you treat somebody that you call your wife?

Beating on her repeatedly, even though you know she's pregnant!

Oh, shut up! You!

Come home with me.

Come home with me, now!

She's not going anywhere with you.

You little witch.

You should mind how you interfere in other people's affairs...

else you get hurt.

Get out of my house.

I said get out of my house now!

You mean my brother's house.

Where is he, anyway?

Barry!

Barry!!

Keep your voice down, he's not here.

Hey.

You little brat.

He really should tame you.

And you... What are you still waiting for?

Hello!

Hello, darling. How are you? You look lovely.

Where's your husband?

Is he outside?

I'm sure he'll be here shortly. Right?

Wow, I like your dress. It's really nice.

It's a very nice print. You have to tell me where you got it from. Mmm?

Your husband didn't come with you?

Good-good evening, ma.

He left home early.

Were you at home when he left?

I-I--

Oh, I'm sure he'll be here soon. Won't he? Right?

Oooh. Let's go get you something to eat.

I'm sure the baby is starving.

Your dress is lovely. I love the colour.

You have to show me how you came up with the design.

I don't know how you do these things. You're so good--

Uh--uhm, no. That one is out of order.

Oh. Since when?

Since yesterday, darling.

There's been a bit of a problem.

One little mistake and the whole house will be flooded.

You can use one of the ones upstairs.

Okay. I'll show him.

Come. You look like you're hungry.

I'm sure the baby needs some food.

He'll...

He'll be here soon.

Who?

Your son, Brian.

You have a very lovely family.

I know.

That's a very lovely outfit.

Very nice shoes too.

Your daughter is very lovely.

So smart and warm.

You must really like Gboyega.

Have you ever been in love?

More like heartbroken.

I remember that more than I remember being in love.

It's a closed chapter for me.

Mmm.

If I'm right, someone here already seems to have a soft spot for you.

Uhm.. Not that I care...

but I'm straight.

-Thank you very much.

Derrick! He's been gazing at you all night.

I thought you were still thinking about getting back

with your baby's father?

Ah, sorry.

I'll be glad when you've finally moved on?

Ireti, are you okay?

Yes.

You're perspiring!

It must be the pregnancy.

Can I get some aspirin?

Of course. Let's go upstairs.

So... Back to Derrick.

So...

If we're here, then who's watching?

No one.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Everything is going to be okay.

Look at me.

I didn't mean to--

I know.

I know. It's not your fault.

But, there's nothing we can do to change what happened.

I shouldn't have threatened to leave him or take his baby away.

We'll get through this, I promise you.

Why... Why are you helping me?

Because, I'm married to the best man in the world

and it's all thanks to you.

You deserve to be happy too, Ireti.

And you're more than just a sister-in-law to me.

-It's okay.

This is why I can't even date you.

-I'm telling you.

I had a hard time - Ireti had a hard time convincing her

to talk to me.

Before you came and snatched her from me.

-Come on.

Err, I guess we'll set dinner when your brother gets here?

Yeah.

Why hasn't he arrived yet though?

I don't know.

Uh, excuse me.

-I'm just going to grab some water.

-Okay

I think Derrick likes her.

You think?

Let's just hope it's real this time.

May I?

No, I'll do it.

I insist.

I only smiled out there, so I wouldn't look stupid.

It's not a bad thing.

I guess I'm never lucky when it comes to women.

Why?

You for one. You never called.

Well, I never said I would.

Pretty sure I'm the last person you expected to see here this evening.

Miss... uh...

Di-me-ji. Ms Dimeji, please.

My sincere apologies.

-And how's your cute little son?

I bet he'll grow up to be a heartbreaker.

Does it run in the family?

Hmm! You're such a flirt.

He's a nice guy.

You really like him?

Okay.

I think he's going to ask me to marry him.

Hmm. Wow.

Do you think they'll get along well?

Y-you mean him and mama?

I, uhm--

What happened to the cutlery?

They're already on the table. Why? Is there a problem?

Don't eat too much of that.

So, did Brian say when he was going to be here?

How's the baby doing, Ireti?

Fine, thank you.

I hope my brother hasn't been giving you too much of a hard time?

Oh, well...

Hey, come, let me tell you something Come, let me tell you.

-No, no, no, no. -What?

Speculations arrive that Mrs Inyanya will be charged with

second-degree murder or manslaughter.

She's currently in police custody as the prosecutors deliberate.

In other news, public schools are closed--

Nonsense.

I feel so sorry for this woman and her children.

Sorry for her? She killed her husband.

But, mummy if you'd been following the news, you'd have heard that

the man was trying to kill her.

Says who?

Mama! Her neighbours heard her screaming

as he chased and beat her all over the house.

They even tried to get in,

-and he wouldn't let them in. Oh, shut up!

Come home with me, now!

She's not going anywhere with you.

You little witch.

You should mind how you interfere in other people's affairs...

else you get hurt.

Get out of my house.

I said get out of my house now!

You mean my brother's house. Where is he, anyway?

Barry! Barry!!

Keep your voice down, he's not here.

You little brat.

He really should tame you.

And you... What are you still waiting for?

You're a coward!

You're half the man your brother is. You make me sick!

Look at you.

Do you feel powerful beating women? Hmm?

Does it make you feel good?

You're pathetic!

-You're not a man...

You're nothing!

What? Did I say something that upset you?

Are you alright?

That slap was enough to kill her.

Uhh, sorry o, aren't you exaggerating?

Whatever. That man deserves it.

As far as I'm concerned, she's innocent.

If anything, she deserves a medal.

Yes!

I mean, I think she was acting in self-defense.

Or what do you think?

Well, I'm not sure what to think.

Why don't we ask Derrick? He's the lawyer here.

See, it's not that simple, okay?

The courts are supposed to be impartial,

but people will always be prejudiced. So...

So, what are you saying?

He's a monster!

Hmm!

Do you know who I am?!

I am nothing like that docile, agreeable lemon of your husband.

He can put up with your shenanigans, but not I!

I have made peace with myself.

I know who I am!

I won't have a woman like you defying me

else, I will splash your blood across the walls of this living room.

-So, you--

You stay down there and watch me take this thing out of here.

And you go into your garden, and cry with your maggots.

You!

Come with me. Come with--

Come here!

Come here, I say!

Come here!

Come here, I say!

You!

No...

Listen to me, it's about time you--

Are you okay? Ireti?

Enough!

I'll choke you to death!

Shut it! Shut it!!

How dare you challenge me?

I will strangle you! Who do you think you are?

Come here! You slimy---

I'll kill you!

Are you okay?

Sit down.

Ireti, he's dead.

The man is dead. Facts! She killed him. Facts!

Now, whether it was premeditated or, or self-defense

that is conjecture or an opinion, at best.

So, her best defense will be that she killed him because he deserved it?

You're saying it's okay to kill people?

No, mama. But, the man was irresponsible and --

violent, with a history of brutal attacks on his wife.

What do you think, pastor?

Well, the thing is...

None of us are in a position to judge.

So, you condone murder?

This family has experienced a lot of grief.

And, there's no reason why it would have been willful or deliberate,

in my opinion.

Killing someone is not a crime. Is that what you're saying?

According to the word of God--

And according to the word of God, this is right in the sight of God, right?

The man was a noted adulterer and wife beater

who failed in his matrimonial and societal duties.

God was - and is - watching. And he alone can pass judgment on them.

But, as a human being, he left a lot to be desired.

Are you saying that every wife should kill her husband?

over a minor family disagreement?

No, no, no mama.

This was hardly a minor disagreement.

Some people would argue that she did this out of self-defense.

But, I mean...

It was perfectly obvious that she had to make a decision.

That was a crazy decision!

No, a valid one.

Are you saying that you're going to kill your husband?

Erm, look...

You might not know this, but Fiona and I are colleagues.

We work with an NGO that aids single parents, impoverished families

and women living with domestic violence and abuse.

And we deal with more cases of spousal abuse than you'd like to imagine.

Abuse?

It is murder we're talking about here.

Or self-defense!

Sorry?

Or self-defense, mama.

Maybe we should--

What? What?? Maybe what?

Say cheese!

Cheese!

Where have you been??!

I called you three times and you didn't pick my calls.

I just want to know where you have been!

Answer me when I'm talking to you!

Three consecutive times, and no reply.

My friend, look at me when I'm talking to you!

Get up!

Get up and help me!!

Ireti, get up! Ireti, get up!!

Look at me! Get up now!!

Stand up! Stand up!

Stand up.

Stand up!

STAND UP!

Stand up and help me move his body.

Ireti...

IRETI!

Grab his arms, and help me move his body now!

Ireti, for god's sake, please! Please!

It's funny, you know...

Loving the people who hurt us.

You might think I'm ignorant to what is going on.

But, I'm not.

I know.

I didn't, I didn't mean to...

Talk back at your mother in-law?

Oh! Sorry, my bad.

It's funny that I skipped the chaos in there to come out here and do this,

and I can't.

Look...

You may think no one noticed the bruises on your face.

But, I guess we all choose not to talk about it.

Ireti...

I understand the emotional trauma you're going through right now.

Believe me, I do. I've been there.

And there is no shame in losing.

I mean...

We can’t control everything that life throws at us.

What we can control however, is how we respond.

I was married once...

to a beautiful woman. She was erm, from a wealthy and influential family.

So you see...

There's no way you can ever understand what I've been going through.

Oh, shut up.

Look at this.

You see this?

I had to stitch myself with a needle and a thread.

Why? Because, how the hell am I supposed to explain that

m-m-my wife hits me, and I'm powerless to do anything about it?

She had absolutely no regard for me. She would-she would--

Humiliate me in public, in front of my friends.

Slander me.

She could just wake up and decide to travel out,

and I'd hear about it from her parents.

I was nothing to her, but a ticket to being Mrs Somebody.

A play thing.

She would harass me for sex,

even when it is most inconvenient.

And heaven forbid when the reverse is the case.

I would not hear the last of it from her father.

I'm sorry, did I mention that I worked for her father?

He made me his executive director...

In hell.

She stripped away my self esteem...

Layer...

By layer...

By layer...

'Till I had almost nothing left.

But, you know what I did?

I worked really hard

and I saved up real good.

And when the time was right,

I took a walk, and I never looked back.

The scars that no one can see

are the ones that take the longest to heal.

And here I am today

happily single.

What?

Ms. Dimeji?

She's cool, she's cool.

Ireti, cheer up, okay?

Mmm?

I'm going to go inside and join them, okay?

Chin up.

We have to hurry.

In a few hours, we're going to be hosting the entire family to dinner.

And you're going to be here,

and you will be at your best.

No, no, I can't.

I can't be here.

Think about how it would look

if both you and your husband weren't here,

it would appear rude. Not to mention suspicious.

What? You want me to call everybody and tell them what happened right now?

No.

Okay, then calm down and lift him.

-What's wrong with you?

Help me!

Be careful not to turn him over, we don't want him to stain anything.

Come on!

Listen to me.

Just-just listen to me! Look at me.

And come with me.

Brian!

Brian! Please, stop.

Brian!

Coming!

Finally! I was about to go back home.

Mmmm! I'm sorry o.

You refused to answer the door.

Thank you for coming to help me.

I could have sworn I heard you talking to someone.

Madam Tataafo, you always hear something.

Anyway, there's a lot to do before the party. So let's go to the kitchen.

Alright. Uhm, just give me a minute.

-I need to use the bathroom. -Uhm, no.

That one is out of order.

So, you'll have to use one of the ones upstairs.

Upstairs?

Yes. Err, if anyone has to use the toilet tonight,

they'll have to use one of the ones upstairs.

-Oh! Okay.

Ah, Dimeji.

Take your husband's car out of my driveway.

And do not go home, do you understand me?

Do you understand me?

-Yes. -Okay. Calm down.

-Just go. -The key. It's broken.

Just go.

Hmmm

So, how many people are you expecting tonight?

Nine, I think.

So, did you hear about that woman who murdered her husband?

It was on the radio this morning.

Yes.

Mmm.

Did you gather up all the cutlery?

Oh yes. I figured they all need a good rinse before we set them out.

I better get started.

It's unbelievable.

The things that go on in some marriages.

Mmm.

And you've got to feel sorry for those poor children.

I mean your mother being accused of killing your father?

It can't be easy.

Is that based on your personal opinion?

No, expert opinion.

Ask Fiona - She has as much experience as I do working with abused women.

Spousal abuse rarely ends well.

I would have killed him a long time ago.

Haba!

Ugh! Seriously!

I think the best thing is just to never let it get to that point.

I agree.

Indeed.

You know one of the things we try do in church

is to talk to young couples about self and mutual respect.

What about respect for the sanctity of human life?

Her life was in danger.

As far as I'm concerned, she was simply acting in self defense.

Well, that's a valid point.

If you ask me both sides are equally va-- Oh!

Out of order.

Yeah, I just want to get some tissues.

Oh, here you go.

All done.

Do you want to sit down? Dinner is almost ready.

Okay.

Some of you have an outrageous sense of right and wrong.

I wonder why Brian isn't here yet.

Did he tell you he was going to be late?

No.

How can he tell you, when you're always fighting him?

Or you want to kill him?

Esther, you know we have a clinic

where we give medical advice to some of the women we assist.

I mean we do what we can.

And, we'd really love it if you could help.

Oh!

-That's if you'd be interested? -Of course. I'd be delighted.

I'd love to volunteer too, in my spare time.

Oh, that's true - You're a doctor too.

Yeah, an optometrist.

Mmmmm!

Why don't you want to be a real doctor?

Mama!

Excuse me, it's just a question.

It's okay, Esther.

Do you need my help?

It's just one of those things that I've always wanted to do.

That, and to spread the good news.

Hmm. "Good news".

What is the good news?

That Jesus Christ came to die that we all may live.

Can you do me a favour?

Yes ma'am.

Could you open the toilet door?

Why?

I just want to annoy my daughter in-law.

Do you read the bible often ma?

Err... Which one?

Oh!

Uh, may I ask why?

I have my reasons.

She seems like a nice person.

Both your daughters-in-law seem nice.

Your daughter is also nice. Very...

So, how far along are you?

Five months.

Aww, that's lovely.

We'll be celebrating any day now.

I'm thinking about knitting something for the baby.

Aww, that's so nice.

My pleasure!

-I'm terrible at knitting.

Ugh! I am terrible.

I'm sure you're not as bad as me.

I wonder where Brian is.

I don't know. He should have called if he knew he was going to be late.

Uh... Maybe I should just call him.

Still not getting through. Maybe--

Don't worry, I'll call him.

...Reception. Okay, yeah, you try as well.

Let me send him a text.

Ireti?

Your phone is ringing.

You know, if you asked me, I could have sworn that...

When he picks up, ask him if we can start eating.

He's not picking.

Maybe he's held up in traffic.

...or somewhere.

Maybe.

Babes? Could you please get my phone?

Both of you use the same phone, right?

You should have been more careful.

What if they find your phone in the toilet?

For once in your life, Ireti, think of something!

Erm, I uh...

I-I want to titrate.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm!

Thank you.

Think!

Ireti, what are you doing?

You need to stand up. Don't just sit there.

Stand up.

Yes. Yes.

Get up! Get up!

Get up now. Get up!

He's still not picking up his phone.

Maybe he's driving.

Hello?

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello? Where are you? We're all here.

Yes. We're waiting for you.

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello?

-May I talk to him? -Agh! Network.

But I just asked you if I could speak with him!

Ma, I was struggling to hear him.

Then call him back! Or don't you care where your husband is?

She's walking out on me!

Let me try.

Are you now following me?

No, mama. I just want to give my husband his phone.

Thank you.

Maybe you should serve dinner.

Why? Aren't we going to wait for him?

-I don't think he's coming, mama. -How do you know that?

He's my brother.

I need to talk to you. Now.

What are you all staring at? Ehen? Ehen? What are you looking at?

I know everything.

Everything that's been going on.

You know?

Everything.

Come.

Please?

He's been hitting you, hasn't he?

He told me you two were having problems,

and I...

I asked him to go home and sort it out.

I'm sorry.

I guess when I saw you alone earlier in the evening,

I should have known that he probably wasn't going to come.

This smells really nice.

There's nothing particularly nice about all this.

Besides, you had the whole day or more to prepare.

Perhaps, a short prayer is in order--

Father!

We bless you.

We give you glory, honour, and praise for this family.

You have been good to all of us--

Amen!

Amen. Let's dig in.

Ireti, are you alright?

So... The good news.

Well, it's a funny story. About four weeks...

Anyway, uhm... About a month ago, I planned a romantic night out

for me and my beautiful wife.

It was supposed to be a perfect evening.

I had everything planned out to a T.

But, on the morning of that day,

I woke up feeling rather ill.

I thought it was nothing. So, I got dressed and went to work.

But, things didn't improve.

I spent the entire day, coughing, wheezing, hacking...

It wasn't pretty. It really wasn't pretty.

Because, at the end of the work day, I could barely even stand.

But, thankfully, Derrick here bails me out.

He calls my lovely wife, and she comes to the office to get me.

And she turns up wearing the dress she picked out for that evening.

Yup. I ruined our anniversary.

But, she did take me to the hospital where they pumped me full of drugs,

and she drove me home. I can't remember much else

because, I was basically passed out on the ride home.

I don't even know how she managed to drag me into the house.

What I do know is, I woke up in the early hours of the next morning,

and there she was. Stroking my forehead and looking at me.

And I'll tell you this because, in that moment... It hit me.

Fiona?

I love you.

I love you.

I've always loved you.

And I always will.

I might have ruined her romantic night out,

but, being the good sport that she is,

she still managed to give me something really special that night.

Something...

remarkable.

Oh... Oh my god!

You're pregnant??

It's a lie!

-Congratulations!! -Thank you.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

Congratulations.

Thank you, mama.

So, I'd like to propose a toast

to all of you.

Good people, great friends, wonderful family.

Thank you all for taking the time out from your busy, busy schedules

to be here with us to celebrate this momentous occasion.

And to you...

My centre, my loving wife.

You complete me.

You know, it's kinda nice to know you ended up with the right person.

She's special in every way, and she couldn't hurt a fly.

Cheers!

I'm going to be an aunty. Yay!

Thank you for coming to help me.

Haba. If I don't help you, who'll help me now?

I have to be on my way now.

Okay. Thank you.

Barry, congratulations again.

Thank you so much.

And, uh it was really nice to meet you.

I'll say same.

Uhm...

Do you mind if I walk with you?

Good night.

Dimeji, you're something else.

I hope it sticks.

Are they staying together?

Mama!

Come on, I'm just stating the obvious.

-Is it a crime?

I'm glad I did not take this trait from you.

Oh, shut up. What do you know?

Nothing!

...At all.

Perhaps we should be on our way now.

I have to get to work early tomorrow, so...

I hope both of you are not staying together too?

Goodnight, mummy. I love you!

I love you too.

Goodnight, ma.

Alright, goodnight.

-Thank you so much for coming. -Good seeing you.

You... Please, take care of my sister.

Sure. Congratulations.

-I hope it's a girl.

We'll see.

Of all the men in the whole wide world.

A fake pastor.

I know what you two are doing.

You think you have everyone wrapped around your little finger, right?

I'm not too sure I understand.

You think you have everyone fooled.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean, mama.

You understand perfectly.

Hello?

Hello?

You both don't know what it means to be committed.

What it means to be married.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean, mama.

You understand what I mean.

If you mean trying our best to please you, while maintaining happy homes

despite the fact that you think we're not good enough... then, yes.

Your best?

You've been nothing but trouble, ever since the day I laid eyes on both of you.

Even Esther. Oh!

Esther brings that silly excuse for a boyfriend here.

Oh my god...

You're both epic disappointments.

You think a poorly planned and poorly executed family dinner

makes you wife of the year?

Oh, please!

I don't understand what got into my babies.

All of them!

Making terrible decisions.

That boy has no manners.

Neither do both of you.

Gboyega has been nothing but a perfect gentleman, this evening.

He's an ill breed.

A semi-literate nitwit.

He's not even a proper doctor nor a pastor.

He's confused.

Please, this is really not the time.

We have guests in the house.

We'll discuss this later.

He's not good enough for my daughter.

No one is good enough for you or your children!

You insolent little br--

Oh, please! Spare me.

How dare you speak to me like that?

Well, somebody has to!

Oh, I see.

And now you try to break my son's marriage?

Marriage? You call this a marriage?

Your son has repeatedly beat his wife, and he almost wounded her in her stomach!

Excuse me! Each marriage has its own problems.

And what are you doing to resolve these 'problems'?

I'm doing my best!

Really?

You're doing nothing!

In case you don't know, you don't barge into people's affairs!

Oh, what am I talking about?

Maybe if you had a family, you would understand what I'm talking about!

-Mama! -What is it?

That was completely unnecessary.

How dare you?

How dare you insult me?

Oh! You want to insult me too?

Oh, what am I talking about? After all, you insult your husband.

Oh!

I heard you threatened to leave your husband, right?

Yes! Yes! I've endured, mama.

I've tried! Heaven knows I've tried.

But, this is the last time I'll ever stay with Brian!

Your husband!

He's a monster, mama! He's a monster!

How dare you? How dare you talk about my son as if--

How can I stay with him? How? I hate him!

I hate Brian!

I hate your son!

You will never get away with this. I promise you!

That's enough.

Enough!

Will everybody just shut up!!

You must love him.

Ask her if she understands what it means to be married.

Mama.

You know it's getting quite late.

Let me just take you home.

Brian was supposed to take me back home.

So until I see him, I'm not going anywhere.

Let her go and tell her husband I'm waiting right here for him.

Allow me.

No, no, no, let me.

Thank you.

Mama, what would you like?

I'll take what I want when I want it.

I thought you said you were thirsty.

Water?

No, nothing.

Oh, nonsense. You have to have something to drink.

Here you go.

Would you like some more?

That's enough.

Sorry.

Mama?

That took longer than I expected.

Are they...

Sleeping? Yes.

H-How did you--?

I'm an insomniac.

I've had difficulty sleeping since I was about... sixteen?

Sleeping pills.

Sorry, I didn't know that.

Remember the story about how my parents died?

We weren't actually robbed that night.

Were they assassinated?

What I mean is, there weren't any intruders or robbers.

My father...

For years he was jobless.

And he became an alcoholic.

He turned into an extremely violent man.

My mother and I lived in constant fear.

And one night he went too far.

I knew in that exact moment what I had to do.

I told the police there were intruders, and that was that.

Amazing what people can get away with, isn't it?

Does Barry know about it?

How did you ever get over this?

How did you ever get over this?

I didn't.