SHOULD I ATTACK
This time, I won’t rush inside, I can’t come and fall inside the drainage the second
time. My village people can’t succeed.
Neither am I going to rush to him and the girls, two are stronger than one. I must get
it right today.
I decided to concentrate on my footsteps and the door. I know myself, if I keep
staring at them, that monster husband will draw me like magnet, I might end up
breaking that bottle on his stubborn head.
As I walked past them, I heard them laughing…. trouble is sleeping, foolishness wants
to wake it.
I won’t respond, with trembling hands, I open the door and my trembling feet
dragged me inside. I dropped my bag and notepad on the floor not too far from the
main entrance, I stood there confused as to what to do exactly but later went
straight to my room. The guest room.
This is the time to strategize, I didn’t fall into the drainage, I didn’t stumble or fall.
Now I can plan my next move to teach these people that my house is my territory.
I can go into the kitchen and boil hot water, that will not take long. I’ll just go upstairs
and through the window pour it over them. I can already see their scrabbling for
safety like rabbits. Quickly I went to the kitchen to boil water.
While I waited for the water to boil, it occurred to me that if the water falls on
sensitive parts, or if they run to the main road and die, I will end up in prison. Why
should I go to prison over another person’s wickedness?
Now I need a different plan, eerrmmm, what can I do now, I need to make it so
savage that everyone who hears it would know that you don’t mess with a woman
Yeah, I can pour yam flour on them. That would make a statement. It won’t kill them,
but everywhere they go, they will carry the stain. So, I brought out the yam flour.
And ensured it was in a bucket that would make it easy to offload the contents on
I must get this right. I can’t make another mistake or blunder. I can’t mistakenly pour
it on myself or be too slow and I need evidence.
I decided to go to my room, get the phone and record the flour pouring session. I’ll
upload it to the internet and ensure bloggers pick it up. This is a show down today.
Joy had been toyed with and made a laughing stock. Today the table turns and I take
charge. Today I won’t be irrational. I will be meticulous.
On my way to my room, I saw my bag and notepad on the floor, as I picked it, I saw
what I jotted down.
MY NEW RESOLUTION
• Be blind
• Be dumb
• Be abnormally normal
• Pour so much love
Does the yam flour pouring expedition fall into any of these four points? No! no!!
no!!! I can’t allow these points to stop me today.
I threw the notepad away. I ran into my room, banging the bed. No! no!! no!!!. I
need to do something.
Aaarghhhh!!! Why must things be so complicated?
These girls and this man can’t go Scott free. They can’t escape. I need to prove to
them that I am the queen of this territory.
Hmmmm, I am the queen, queens are dignified people. Queen don’t fight.
All the group members in the marital discipleship can’t hear that I fought. Baba Jay
will be disappointed too.
OH Jesus, please help me. What should I do?
Just then the perfect plan dropped into my heart, wow, this is ingenious.
This will make a statement at the same time deal seriously with these girls. This will
break his ego and it’s an abnormal reaction.
Author: Femi Oluyamoju