JUDGEMENT DAY 4
As my wife was coming toward me, Ugly Uncle whispered in my ears : “Please go to your apartment and face your wahala. I don’t want anyone to slap me by mistake.”
Still holding to my head, I stood up to move to my apartment, but I discovered my legs were febble.
Before I could gather strength to stand, my wife was already standing face to face with me.
She was breathing heavily and her look was scary.
“Good morning! Any problem?” I asked her with a fake smile. Actually, it was supposed to be good evening.
“Are you asking me if there is any problem? This man, I will kill myself for you ooo. I said what was this pack of used condom doing in your pocket?” she shouted at the top of her voice.
“Is this a pack of condom?” I asked as I tried to take a look at it.
I was becoming very nervous, knowing the kind of wife I have and coupled with the devastating slap I received. My hands were shaking and I was sweating.
As I tried to take a look at the exhibit, my wife ran off to our apartment.
The pregnant lady turned to me and said: “Is this how you people actually behave here? You have wives at home, but you go about galivanting here and there? Jesus!”
As she ended her statement, she picked up her bag and attempted to go inside, but Ugly Uncle’s wife again stopped her.
I turned to look for the old woman, but she was nowhere to be found. Ugly Uncle was still sitted on the flower pot.
With a speed of light, my wife reappeared in short and a fitted top without slippers.
She ran to the gate and locked it to prevent me from running out.
Actually, I do not like to fight. Not that I cannot fight, but I do not just like fighting.
But you see my wife? She fights for a living. In fact, she derives so much pleasure fighting.
If not that she is a woman, who does she think she is that I cannot beat to stupor? But I just do not like touching her.
So after having the gate locked, she headed to my direction with her gaze fixed on my like an eagle targeting its prey from afar.
I moved closer to Ugly Uncle at least for help, but that Devil’s incarnate pushed me away.
People are very wicked.
Sincerely speaking, I had forgotten what was the cause of the entire drama until my wife stood with me face to face with the pack of used condom.
By this time, I had become the center of attraction with all other principalities and powers standing down for me.
I do not know why bad things keep happening to good people.
“Are you going to explain this?” she asked as she dangled the pack of used condom on my face.
“What is this? Where did you get it from?” I asked in wonderment.
That was it. I should not have asked.
To my wife, those questions were immaterial, null and void.
But to me, I needed answers.
Then, like a hungry tigress, my wife jumped on me with all her strength.
I do not know how or when I landed on the flower pot that Ugly Uncle was sitting.
This woman is an assassin.
The story continues.
© Ezekiel Umoren
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