I went straight to the kitchen….
What can I use to teach this man a lesson?…
Yes, there you are…. the knife. I grabbed the knife, at this stage, I was passed
No man will subject me to physical abuse. I will prove to him that I grew up on the
streets too. I’m not a lady you beat and go free.
With the knife in hand, I matched straight to the living room. He was fast asleep
again. Snoring heavily.
I can’t stab a sleeping man. I will wait for him to wake up. With knife in hand, I
walked straight to my room.
As if intentionally planted there, the first thing I noticed was my notepad. I rushed for
the notepad and threw it under the bed. I don’t want to see it.
Nothing will change my mind this time. Nothing. No one. No lecture. He can’t slap me
and go free.
I placed the knife under my pillow. I was about to sleep when I got the text from
God bless you ma. We forgot to tell you that tomorrow is our old disciple’s meeting.
Please if you can join us, it will be nice.
If only my husband had not slapped me, I would have had a good perfect wife story
to tell tomorrow. Now he has ruined everything.
It’s 2am. I can’t sleep, I decided to make tea. As I was making tea, I was lost in
thoughts. I poured too much water and it became watery.
It occurred to me again, if I can pour so much love into this marriage, maybe by some
chance I might be able to bring my marriage to my Pastor’s level.
I left the kitchen for the living room. He was still snoring. Half on the chair, half on
the floor. I sighed….
Lifted him off the floor fully into the chair. Removed his shoes and smelly socks. Why
do men socks smell so bad?
His phone fell out. I felt like smashing that phone, but I resisted the urge.
I put the phone in his pocket and I looked for one of my wrappers to cover him. I
intentionally used my wrapper so he can know for sure I covered him.
I went upstairs to the master bedroom and arrange his bed.
I selected the clothes he will wear to office the next day and I placed the alarm next
to him. To wake him up by 6:30am.
Finally, at almost 4am, I got tired enough to sleep. I slept off.
I woke up to the feeling that someone was staring at me. My elbow covered my face
so one can know if I was awake or not.
Standing at the door of my room was my husband, in the clothes I selected for him,
hands in pocket. Staring at me.
Confusion written boldly on his face. How I love that look.
Oops, Strike two…….
Author: Femi Oluyamoju