FEIRE
Everyone would probably think I’m stupidly in love.
Maybe I am. Maybe I’m genuinely a fool for trusting my man this much.
But he’s mine, so why wouldn’t I trust him?
Right now, I feel trapped in the middle of confusion. I fee; stuck between allegations that might be true or completely false. Until I know for certain, I refuse to let suspicion destroy my loyalty because if all these assumptions eventually turn out wrong, I’ll be the one left to face the consequences, not anybody else.
Still, I haven’t figured out the best way to make Desmond spill the truth. Or even how to properly find out what exactly is going on.
Part of me wants to go see him immediately. Another part keeps asking: What exactly would I say?
He would probably just snap again and remind me that he already warned me not to visit without prior notice.
Then suddenly, another idea crossed her mind. What if she made him listen to her radio show?
Not just listen, call in too.
And then she would make the discussion topic revolve completely around situations exactly like theirs.
That way, she could hear his honest reaction publicly without him realizing the trap was specifically designed for him.
Yes.
That made sense.
Feire adjusted her headphones and swiveled slowly on her chair inside the studio.
Before the show began, she had already called Desmond personally and begged him to tune in and contribute to the discussion.
She informed Mosun too.
Now all she could do was hope Desmond was genuinely listening because the entire setup of that day’s program had been carefully designed around him.
She leaned closer to the microphone, smiling brightly as though listeners could physically see her through the radio waves.
“Hello world! Welcome to today’s show. I’m Feire, and as always, I’ll be your gist partner for today.”
Her voice carried warmth effortlessly.
“Today’s conversation is going to be very important, so I need everybody to call in honestly and pour out your minds. Sometimes we don’t even realize somebody desperately needs a message until it reaches them.”
She paused briefly.
“But before we begin properly, let’s take a short break and listen to Love Don’t Care. I’ll be right back.”
Immediately the music began playing, Feire exhaled deeply and clenched her fingers together tightly.
She almost picked up her phone to call Desmond again and remind him to listen carefully.
But she stopped herself.
That might look suspicious.
Soon, she returned live.
“We’re back!” she announced cheerfully.
“So today, I want us to discuss relationships again.”
Her heartbeat increased slightly.
“First question: is it possible to suddenly stop loving somebody you’ve been deeply involved with?”
She paused.
“I mean… two people are dating happily, then suddenly one person starts losing interest completely. Do you think that’s possible?”
Then she continued carefully:
“Second question… how would you feel if you later discovered that you were still emotionally committed to somebody who had already moved on from the relationship without informing you?”
Silence.
Then she dropped the final bomb.
“Like… imagine finding out through wedding invitations that somebody already left the relationship emotionally long ago while you were still fully invested.”
She repeated the station number slowly and waited for calls.
Almost immediately, the first line entered.
“Hello, this is Feire.”
“I’m Mike,” the male voice replied.
“Okay Mike, please reduce the volume of your radio first before you start causing confusion for us inside the studio.”
Mike laughed loudly.
“Done already.”
“So what do you think about the topic?”
“I honestly believe people can gradually stop loving somebody,” Mike began.
Feire hummed softly.
“Explain.”
“There must’ve been something that attracted you to that person initially,” he continued. “Now if those things disappear gradually, love can start fading too.”
Feire leaned closer.
“That’s deep. Go on.”
“A lot of people fall in love with containers instead of contents,” Mike explained. “Beauty. Body. Physical appearance. But if that’s the foundation, then once beauty changes, attraction dies too.”
Feire nodded unconsciously.
“But if somebody fell in love with your ambition, your creativity, your mindset, and you suddenly become lazy or stagnant, then naturally feelings can reduce too.”
“That’s actually very valid.”
“About your second question…” Mike laughed. “Anybody who secretly leaves a relationship without informing the other person deserves prison.”
Feire burst into laughter instantly.
“Prison ke?”
“Or hanging,” Mike added dramatically.
“Mike, I think this is where your contribution ends.”
Both of them laughed before the call disconnected.
The next caller entered almost immediately.
“Hello?”
“Hey Feire! I’ve tried calling your show several times before but I never get through. I love your program!”
Feire smiled.
“Thank you. What’s your name and where are you calling from?”
“I’m Simi from the Island.”
“Okay Island babe, let’s hear your opinion.”
“Honestly,” Simi began immediately, “the previous caller already explained most of my thoughts. If the core values that started a relationship remain intact, then love can survive.”
Then she added:
“But once the major thing holding the relationship together disappears, friction begins naturally.”
“You sound like physics lecturer,” Feire teased.
“Actually I studied Physics.”
Feire laughed.
Then Simi sighed deeply.
“But regarding your second question… men are unfortunate.”
“Ha!”
“I’m serious. Something similar happened to me before. My boyfriend secretly started dating my own friend while still pretending with me.”
Feire winced immediately.
“That’s terrible.”
“He was still buying me shawarma and collecting gifts from me while sleeping with another woman.”
“Ouch.”
“I didn’t even know the relationship ended until almost seven months later.”
“What reason did he give?”
Simi scoffed loudly.
“He was just talking rubbish.”
Feire burst into laughter again.
“See ehn,” Simi continued emotionally, “if somebody wants to leave a relationship, they should communicate properly instead of turning someone into a sun that shines at night.”
Feire blinked.
“Sun that shines at night?”
“Yes now. Something impossible and confusing.”
The call ended shortly after.
By then, Feire’s chest already felt heavy.
Because somehow…
every single caller sounded like they were unknowingly discussing her own life.
Meanwhile, Desmond sat frozen while listening to the program.
At first, he didn’t suspect anything.
He simply assumed the topic was random relationship talk like every other day.
But gradually, something started feeling strange.
Too strange.
Every question sounded painfully close to his current reality.
And suddenly—
he remembered something.
Why exactly did Feire specifically beg him to tune in today? His eyes widened instantly.
Could it be… Did she already know? His thoughts scattered immediately. Before he could process anything properly, his phone buzzed.
It was Feire.
After the short break, Feire returned live again.
“Welcome back,” she announced.
“I’ve been reading comments from Twitter and Instagram, and honestly, some of you are issuing dangerous curses today.”
She laughed lightly.
“Please calm down. Heartbreak is painful but let’s not kill people spiritually.”
Another call entered.
“Hello?”
“This is Mosun.”
Immediately, Feire recognized the voice and smiled faintly.
“So Mosun from Ikeja, what’s your take on this issue?”
Mosun inhaled slowly.
“Honestly, I agree with previous callers. But I also think many relationships can still survive if people are willing to fix things.”
Feire listened carefully.
“A lot of people pile up anger instead of addressing issues early,” Mosun continued. “People stop forgiving. Stop communicating. Stop rebuilding attraction.”
“That’s true.”
“If love existed genuinely before, then something created it initially. So maybe instead of abandoning relationships completely, people should rediscover what first connected them.”
Feire nodded unconsciously.
“And what about the second question?”
Mosun’s tone hardened slightly.
“Anybody who secretly exits a relationship while keeping the other person emotionally trapped is wicked.”
Silence.
“Once you know you’re done,” Mosun continued, “be honest. Don’t leave somebody waiting endlessly.”
Feire laughed softly.
“You’re trying not to curse people today.”
“Exactly,” Mosun replied. “Because I have dangerous words prepared.”
The call ended shortly after.
And for the first time since the show began—
Feire genuinely felt afraid.
That evening, Feire drove straight to Desmond’s apartment after work.
She had already decided that if he refused to call into the show, she would confront him physically.
She had tried calling repeatedly after the program ended. Nothing.
His number remained unreachable.
By the time she arrived, the compound looked empty.
She knocked several times but there was no response.
Still, she refused to leave.
So she sat inside her car and waited. Eventually, sometime after eight, she saw Desmond’s car approaching.
Immediately, she stepped out and leaned against her own vehicle.
“Hey, Desmond.”
He looked visibly surprised.
“Feire? What are you doing here this late?”
“Where are you coming from?”
He frowned slightly.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s already night, Desmond. I know work closed long ago.”
“I just went out to clear my head.”
Then she folded her arms.
“Why have you been behaving strangely lately?”
He looked away briefly.
“You’ve stopped calling. You ignored my show today. Your number hasn’t been reachable since morning.”
“I was busy.”
Feire laughed dryly.
“What exactly is wrong with you?”
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
He checked the screen. It was Kike.
“Excuse me,” he muttered quickly before answering.
“I’ll call you back.”
Then he faced Feire again.
“Nothing is wrong with me.”
Feire brought out her own phone immediately and dialed his number in front of him.
Still unreachable.
Her eyes narrowed. “Your line is still not going through.”
Then slowly—
“Did you block me?”
Desmond smiled impatiently. “Feire, just say whatever is on your mind instead of acting like this.”
“Let me see your phone then.”
His expression changed immediately. “If you need my phone before trusting me, then dey your lane.”
“What lane?” Feire snapped instantly. “Your line isn’t reachable even while standing in front of me.”
Then she stretched out her hand. “Let’s exchange phones till tomorrow if trust truly exists.”
“Feire!” he shouted.
She smiled calmly.
“You can’t do it.”
Silence.
“I can leave my phone with you comfortably,” she continued quietly. “Can you do the same?”
Desmond looked away immediately. “Phone issues have destroyed more relationships than anything else.”
Feire laughed bitterly.
“No. Hidden agendas destroy relationships.” Then she stepped backward slowly.
“You’re uncomfortable because there’s something you’re hiding.”
Without waiting for another response, she entered her car and drove away.
That night, Feire lay awake endlessly beside Mosun.
Every sign around her already pointed toward heartbreak.
Still—
she needed proof. Real proof.
Suddenly, an idea crossed her mind. Kike.
She needed to meet Kike directly.