I got to my compound after a stressful day at work. As I walked passed the window of one my neighbours, I heard voices that seemed to be a very serious argument. I got to my apartment to settle my head while trying to figure out the reason for the fight.

I sat on my bed and paid rapid attention to the words of Mr Chike and his wife, Mrs Margarita. These two have been married for over ten years, though I have known them for nothing more than three years. Their arguments came as a surprise to me because I have never seen them fighting. The only thing I can say is that they barely act as couples. If I wasn’t their neighbour, I would have assumed their relationship to be a lie.

Other neighbours ignored the cat and rat. I did too. I felt concerned but I stayed back because I did not want to stick my nose in others affairs. It was Mr Jide who ended up intervening in the fight to prevent it from escalating further.

Jide is a young bachelor in his mid twenties who hasn’t had a girlfriend in the three years I’ve known him. He is the quiet kind who doesn’t like associating with the neighbours except need be. He also seemed to be a good mediator as he was able to calm the storm before it could sink the ship.

"I must tell hubby once he’s back from work," I said as I rested my head on the bed blushing at the thought of my husband.

Couples do fight. It’s how they settle that matters most because I can count dozens of times I have fought with my husband over a thing or two. Whenever we fight, we’d go radio silent on each other for days. It would take one of us to swallow our pride and start a conversation with the other before everything would be normal again.