PANT SAGA 3
I was shocked to get such a question from my wife.
Her voice was already heard throughout the compound.
Since my wife is a tigress when it comes to fight, I had to maintain a reasonable distance to avoid being hurt.
In fact, I had to advance closer to the entrance door, just in case.
For a truth, I have not been doing anything funny behind her, but the problem was how to convince her to believe me.
I don’t understand how my village people will be controlling my mouth. Whatever I think with my brain must always find its way out from my mouth.
This has always put me in serious troubles.
I should not have told her what I thought about the little girl.
However, I have mastered the art of subduing my wife. If you want to calm her down, just be prepared to talk for as long as you can. Just keep talking and do not give her any chance of saying anything, because the moment you break and she is not calm, she can cause a serious damage. I do not need to fight her. All I need to do is to master the art of talking.
So I had to engage my mastery.
“What are you talking about? Are you accusing me of infidelity? How dare you?” I began to flare as I moved to the back of the couch by the entrance.
“Who is accusing you? Who even mentioned infidelity? You have just confessed ooo. So this is what you go about doing. Only God knows how many children you have out there.”
“Is this what it is about? Is this what we should be talking about? I told you that the entire staff were looking at your pants and you are not even bothered? Are you not ashamed? You should be thanking me that I changed all your pants. Assuming they had holes in them, do you think I would have been able to hide my face? What if I didn’t wash them in the first place? You needed to see how those teachers were rough-handling your pants, your pants, how they were stretching them. I even had to caution them. And you are not even appreciative? Gosh! This is all my fault. I am the one who works closer to the school, so the school calls me every now and then. ‘Please come to school, sir. Junior has done this. Junior has done that.’ Have they ever called you? No! Even during PTA meetings, I am the only one that represents us at the school. But this is the same boy that has formed a special bond with you and you have never seen anything wrong with that. When was the last time we enjoyed as husband and wife without the intrusion of this boy? Have you ever asked yourself how I am coping? Have you? No! And you have the audacity to accuse me of infidelity…”
That was how I was running my mouth like water from the tap just to meet the target of 850 words/minute as if I was writing essay for WAEC.
I do not even know what provoked my wife. Within a split of a second, she was already on me.
As I turned with the speed of light to run outside, I collided with Uncle Fisherman.
I do not know who asked him to come to my house.
This man has been purging for 5 days now and has refused to go to the hospital. He has visited the toilet for over 2000 times within the past 5 days. Imagine a skinny man purging for 5 days. He has become more and more skinnistically skinny, (don’t bother looking at the dictionary because you won’t find the meaning).
Having collided with him, he fell to the ground and has refused to wake up since then.
We are in the hospital since yesterday.
Now everything is on my head. Everyone is blaming me. No wahala.
If I ever get out of this mess, my mouth no go ever put me for trouble again.
Now I don buy second market for myself.
© Ezekiel Umoren
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