I plagued my
stomach with a plate of hot pepper soup. An excuse to avoid a proper breakfast,
but that was all I could afford—for now, I guess. At least, it was something; something
to keep my mouth warm and my eyes sharp.
Kissed my
wife goodbye and hoped I was back at home by 9:00PM.
Gone…. Gone
after the fast life of chasing those ‘danfos’
if I plan on getting into any. Avoided the ‘mopols’ for unnecessary early morning slap; I had to find my way to
the top with clear eyes, not a red one. And I still have to make it to work
before 7:30AM.
Still in the
morning rush; morning bus, Lagos traffic, Gala and Lacasera—brunch is served—perfect
combination to withstand the heat and noise from the street… why am I forgetting
the ‘agberos’ here?! This is Gidi; if you can make it here, you can
make it anywhere… even Heaven!
I was
seriously busy with something else… texting my baby’s mama, who was nagging me
on not fulfilling my obligations as a father. She threatened to spill it all
out to my darling wife. I had to slap her with a hundred thousand quid for her
to shut her dirty mouth up—Hoeloshi! Unfortunately, that was my
one-year salary. I dey vex! I wan faint, but not likely I would faint;
my system doesn’t collapse like that.
So, I had to
package that entire frustration home… to my baby. She welcomed me with a smile,
but I angrily asked for my food instead, and she gave me the straight-face.
“It is on
the table” she hissed and walked away. And I just went to consume the ‘mountain’
she left for me on the table.
Wait a
minute! Wasn’t she wearing her favourite night-gown—my favourite actually—the
short revealing one? Lord! She was in the mood; that was why she prepared my
favourite meal….
I raced for
the stairs, into the room, trying to save whatever chance I had left. My entire
attempt to get freaky with her was futile. Even after trying to push some of
her buttons, I still didn’t get any network. She was angry and I was horny—bad
market!
"I don fhurck up..." |
She covered
herself up—that was a sign of “no hope”. There was no point trying to force
her. I know my wife, she might appear small but she is strong—really strong—so,
I left her.
Now resting
helplessly on the floor, fourth night in a roll, I thought to myself, “What a
day… and the same fate await me tomorrow. But I thought things would change
when I had all I wanted—a good job and a loving wife—but why am I still in PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS?
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