He said almost all men were into it. I didn’t ask him, but I guessed he was.
Or why else would he say such nonsense?
According to him, it was a case of a guy not wanting to chop egusi soup every day.
Jeez! Can you believe this guy?
I thought I was hearing things!
Then he said the worst thing that almost got me peeing in my pants with anger. I almost boxed his ears.
If not that he was close to 6ft plus, while I’m just a small stout, I would have…
Let me leave the fight for another day.
Yes, he said some men got involved in extramarital affairs because they treasured their wives too much and didn’t want to wear them out with constant demands of sex!
Oh hell, what kind of sick reasoning was that?
Did your wife complain? Believe me; a woman will share anything except a sugar stick! Women tend to be possessive about that part of a guy’s anatomy.
My tiny frame was invisibly shaking with rage. I told him in an angry voice, that the excuse was the lamest I had ever heard in this 21st century! Didn’t want to wear their wives out? Tell that to the birds!
Like really?
I told him the truth. Most married men are no good to their side chicks except as ATMs.
The babes love the scent of their money, not the men per se.
I will, however, be lying if I don’t confess that there’re babes who genuinely like their sugar daddies.
Such men are probably those who are still good in bed…men who know how to rotate their buttocks, manipulate and guide their sugar candies to pleasure and make a babe beg for more.
But they are few and far in between!
Any woman, willing to kill herself because her husband is balling another babe, outside the home front, is an idiot!
Like I told Olowokere.
The saddest thing about an extramarital affair is that the stupid husband goes out there to savour other babes’ honey, then drags his sagging scrotum sac home, and impales his wife with STD or even HIV!
At what point will a wife begin to tell her husband to use condoms in Africa and Nigeria in particular?
I don’t think life is fair to African wives.
The guy knows he’s cheating on his wife, yet he absolutely refuses to use a condom, even though they no longer want kids.
So he pours his holy water down into her reluctant faucet and later she begins to be sickly…a visit to the doctor…tragic…HIV!
How? Why? When?
Many housewives are innocent victims of bad marriages and promiscuous husbands.
Not fair, but what had ever been fair to the African housewife? Absolutely nothing!
But know you all these days…you men who go chasing after other babes, leaving your wives, children high and dry at home… you’re all nothing but just money dispensing machines!
That’s what you’re! That’s what you’re good for anyway!
If you fight with her today and she comes to beg you tomorrow, it’s because of the money!
Your money has a heavenly smell.
You make it; she’ll help you to spend it!
It’s clear that you probably don’t know how to spend your money. Mugu!
That was how a stupid fool turned his wife into a punching bag at home. She was a badly damaged car, while the guy was the panel beater.
If you see him pouncing on her, you won’t believe that he must have told her once before, during the early days of their romance, that he loved her.
I can’t understand it; how couples can suddenly grow to hate each other so much in marriage. What happened to the love…the feelings…the emotions…where did it all go?
Naturally, he had a lover outside. Treated her like she was the best thing since sliced bread. She was a queen. Could do no wrong.
The idiot rented and furnished an apartment for her…lavished money on her, while his wife ate crumbs at home.
May Baba God forgive such men!
You see now…that man…the one over there…yes, the money in the white shirt…yes you! Why didn’t you say amen?
I will tell you why….you’re beating and cheating your wife abi?
Don’t kill her O! If you’re tired of her, tell her…let her go home in one piece than in a casket!
The game went on…the mistress treated the man like he was King Zeus! Wayo! He was just her ATM.
The game came to an end when the idiot travelled, then came back unexpected and wanted to surprise the love of his life.
He didn’t call of course…he didn’t visit his legal wife first of course…mugu.
He made a beeline for his side chick’s home. It was night…he was like the owner anyway…why should he call that he was coming home?
He bought her a myriad of gifts as usual…none for his wife as usual. Mugu!
He pressed the bell…was smiling like the idiot he was…the babe opened the door…tousled hair…shocked face… a naked body clad in wrapper was what came to the door.
The first greeting was, “why didn’t you call that you’re coming? What do you think mobile phones are for? Decoration? Do you think you can just come to my house any time you feel like…?
She was the drama queen…he was the stunned spectator…where’re the sugary smiles?
This is not his love!
She didn’t want him to come in, but he wasn’t ready to drive home that night…it was dead late.
He was getting suspicious of her tirade…his head was telling him the truth, but his heart was telling him something else…
There was only one way to sort out this nonsense…he forcibly pushed her off the doorway…
Was that a cigarette stench?
Yes, it was.
Which direction was it coming from?
He made for the master bedroom…sure enough…one Lothario was on the bed, naked as a jailbird…
He didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him what had just gone down…the Lothario’s soldier looked spent, even appeared to have fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion. The soldier, even asleep, was massive compared to his. The size infuriated him…made him feel inadequate.
The Lothario was text chatting on a mobile phone; the same phone our mugu bought his love some months ago.
The phone she told him was snatched by robbers on a commercial motorbike before he bought her another one…
You and I know what happened next…what you would have done in his position, was what he did!
So, what would you have done in his position?
Look for part 1 of the article to follow up on the story
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