That same day, my husband didn’t come home again.
I would have been bothered, but I was busy going for one program or the other to
He knows that though I hate his wicked habits, I still care. I can’t say I really love him.
The hurt and pain had killed the love that was there before. But as a human being, I
still care for him.
He knows that what makes me mad most is his absence from home for days. So, he
intentionally skipped coming home.
Naturally, I would have called him fifty times and sent him ten text messages or two
hundred and thirty WhatsApp chats. But I was busy. I didn’t make one call. Neither
did I send one message.
The old disciple’s meeting on Wednesday evening was wonderful. We had about
twenty-five couples gather at a hall nearby.
Sister Hamet my landlady was also there. She was the one in charge of the new
She gave each of us a pen and blank sheets, she asked us to write the errors of our
spouses. That the team will assist us to send it out to our partners.
I was happy. Finally, I can tell my husband what he is doing wrong. I asked for extra
sheets. I know I have a lot to write.
I settled down to write and discovered that it was impossible to write anything about
him because the pen was not working.
I looked at every other person within the group, we all have the same problem. The
pen was broken. They have no ink.
We were set up. We were given papers with pen that had no ink.
Sister Hamet told us to keep writing with the inkless pen. That even an inkless pen
will still make impression on the paper.
After we all agreed this was a fruitless effort. She gave us working pen and told us to
write thirty things our partner does right and we should appreciate.
Just at that time, our drinks and meal were brought. We were told we can’t have the
meal, or join the party, till we submit the list.
Ahhh, I don’t think my husband has up to five things he does well. How can I write
thirty? A whole thirty….
It was like a punishment but I started thinking and subsequently started writing. That
made me to start seeing my husband in a different light.
He is not a monster. All in all, he is a good man. He can be playful; he gives good
massage. He can turn a very good food into an awful sacrifice because he loves
experimenting with food.
He cares about people’s feeling and can act as your driver when you need one. He
can sleep by your side or on the floor when one is hospitalized.
He is not a bad man after all.
I manage to write thirty points. I gave the points to sister Hamet and decided I
needed to go home to see if by chance this lovely man can come home today.
He might have been evil but he also can be an angel.
I went home and cooked for him, but he didn’t come back home. I started getting
Thursday till Saturday, he didn’t come home. But I can see him online chatting with
friends and responding to posts in groups.
I was cleaning the house for the umpteenth time when he breezed in Saturday
He took a long look at me, then went to his room. He came down with a packed bag.
He looked at me again and said “you are acting strange, only witches would change
suddenly like that. You have gotten extra powers to fight me. It is when you see me
that your power can work”.
Before I could reply him, he walked out and left.
I was devastated again…..
This continued for one month. He comes home on Saturday and disappears for all
But I can be very stubborn. I have made up my mind, I will use love to conquer this
man so I won’t give up.
Every Saturday I cook for him; I wear my sexy cloths and ensure the house smells
I can see that he notices the set up. But just being adamant and uncooperative.
After one month of this hide and seek game. I cried to Pastor.
I explained everything I am facing to him. I told him that I am getting tired.
He smiled and said my husband is suffering from AMS. “Acute Mislove Syndrome”.
So he would need three doses of lovaquine tablets daily and lovaphysiotherapy once
every week due to distance….
What does all these jargons mean……
Did Pastor study medicine too?
- Author: Femi Oluyamoju