THE AGONY OF A DARLING WIFE
On the very first day I set my eyes on her, Wow!! I was done with vanity search.
I still remember quite vividly the very point where our paths crossed at a friend’s wedding party. She appeared unimaginably delectable. Out of the bevy in attendance she stood out and became my pick of the day. How it all began is still shrouded in misery. But one important thing that I will never in my life forget in haste was the moment our eyes got locked up together. There and then the blaze of love was instantly ignited. I had never before been privileged to meet a rainbow of such brilliant colours. It took me a lifetime to summon up courage to open my mouth and say hi to her. In her positive response she beamed a soft smile at me. This literally plunged me into a deep trance. I saw myself on a royal stool and seated on my left was this royal goddess. It was at that very point I realised that my life without her would be like a pond of solitude that devoid the splendour of a flowing river. Hmmmm, we exchanged a first time pleasantries and that was how it all began.
A couple of years later my heartthrob and I were officially pronounced husband and wife. We had our first set of twin, bouncing baby boys in summer of the following year. It was a relish of marital bliss all the way. Life was quite sweet and meaningful in every sense of it.
But after a long time decade of happy home I just woke up one morning and got irritated by the presence of my dear wife beside me. I looked at her and felt a ting of animosity in my heart. Why this feelings ? I Looked askance but there was no immediate clue to fathom. I remained quiet in bed for a while. After a short time, the events of the previous day at work began to cascade in rivulets in my brain.
Oh my goodness, ‘Olawumi’ the pretty girl in my office, the cuddles, the kisses, the fumbling, and ooooo. Ever since that moment my attention completely shifted to my elegant and adorable secretary. She instantly replaced my wife in every area of my life. I began to see Olawumi as the new Mehgan Markle in the royal palace of England. From then onwards nothing my wife did was right anymore. She became a rejected, an irritant, old fashioned and good-for-nothing ‘maid’ in her matrimonial home.
One day my poor wife, in her state of confusion, went to the market, came back home and prepared my favourite, vegetable soup with different typed of assorted for her husband to enjoy. But in a fit of anger, hate and disparagement, I began to complain of the soup being too salty, tasteless and outrightly rejected it. My wife cried her heart out all through that night, but I never gave a hoot...
Four days later I was coming from work and stopped by at my friend’s place somewhere in the outskirt of Pennsylvania. I met him and his wife, Olayemi who happens to be my wife’s best friend too.
After a brief chat, Olayemi asked if I wouldn’t mind to have dinner with them since the food was being prepared. I gladly accepted the offer since that would spare me of the tasteless food that my old-fashioned wife would be waiting to give me back home. The dinner of Amala and sumptuous vegetable soup was served. I ate all and felt like having a take away. I had never enjoyed such a nice food in a long while. I got home that night fully loaded and happy. By the time my wife came to me to inform that my dinner was ready I simple flared up. “Go and eat your tasteless food. I’m not interested in your useless and tasteless food anymore. If you still want to remain my wife and want me to continue eating your food I admonish you to change your orientation. Go back to the drawing board and learn the new technique of preparing vegetable soup from the likes of my friend’s wife, Olayemi. From the dinner of Amala and vegetable soup I had at their place before coming home I realised that you are no match”. In spite of my ranting my wife remained quiet.
The following day I was in the bedroom when I overheard my wife discussing with Olayemi about the food she prepared for her husband the previous day. She said it jokingly,” Yemi please teach me how you prepared the vegetable soup you gave my husband yesterday”. Which vegetable are you talking about ? Are you not better at preparing vegetables? Yemi responded. “You remember the pack of vegetable soup you brought out of your fridge and gave me when I visited you three days ago? It was the same vegetable soup I microwaved and served my husband and yours for dinner yesterday”.
She posited. My wife dropped the phone immediately and came to meet me in the room where I was eavesdropping. Before she could open her mouth, I saw tears rolling down her face in torrents. I went down on my knees and began to apologise for the unfair treatment.
I simply regret it 😢 😭
I still remember quite vividly the very point where our paths crossed at a friend’s wedding party. She appeared unimaginably delectable. Out of the bevy in attendance she stood out and became my pick of the day. How it all began is still shrouded in misery. But one important thing that I will never in my life forget in haste was the moment our eyes got locked up together. There and then the blaze of love was instantly ignited. I had never before been privileged to meet a rainbow of such brilliant colours. It took me a lifetime to summon up courage to open my mouth and say hi to her. In her positive response she beamed a soft smile at me. This literally plunged me into a deep trance. I saw myself on a royal stool and seated on my left was this royal goddess. It was at that very point I realised that my life without her would be like a pond of solitude that devoid the splendour of a flowing river. Hmmmm, we exchanged a first time pleasantries and that was how it all began.
A couple of years later my heartthrob and I were officially pronounced husband and wife. We had our first set of twin, bouncing baby boys in summer of the following year. It was a relish of marital bliss all the way. Life was quite sweet and meaningful in every sense of it.
But after a long time decade of happy home I just woke up one morning and got irritated by the presence of my dear wife beside me. I looked at her and felt a ting of animosity in my heart. Why this feelings ? I Looked askance but there was no immediate clue to fathom. I remained quiet in bed for a while. After a short time, the events of the previous day at work began to cascade in rivulets in my brain.
Oh my goodness, ‘Olawumi’ the pretty girl in my office, the cuddles, the kisses, the fumbling, and ooooo. Ever since that moment my attention completely shifted to my elegant and adorable secretary. She instantly replaced my wife in every area of my life. I began to see Olawumi as the new Mehgan Markle in the royal palace of England. From then onwards nothing my wife did was right anymore. She became a rejected, an irritant, old fashioned and good-for-nothing ‘maid’ in her matrimonial home.
One day my poor wife, in her state of confusion, went to the market, came back home and prepared my favourite, vegetable soup with different typed of assorted for her husband to enjoy. But in a fit of anger, hate and disparagement, I began to complain of the soup being too salty, tasteless and outrightly rejected it. My wife cried her heart out all through that night, but I never gave a hoot...
Four days later I was coming from work and stopped by at my friend’s place somewhere in the outskirt of Pennsylvania. I met him and his wife, Olayemi who happens to be my wife’s best friend too.
After a brief chat, Olayemi asked if I wouldn’t mind to have dinner with them since the food was being prepared. I gladly accepted the offer since that would spare me of the tasteless food that my old-fashioned wife would be waiting to give me back home. The dinner of Amala and sumptuous vegetable soup was served. I ate all and felt like having a take away. I had never enjoyed such a nice food in a long while. I got home that night fully loaded and happy. By the time my wife came to me to inform that my dinner was ready I simple flared up. “Go and eat your tasteless food. I’m not interested in your useless and tasteless food anymore. If you still want to remain my wife and want me to continue eating your food I admonish you to change your orientation. Go back to the drawing board and learn the new technique of preparing vegetable soup from the likes of my friend’s wife, Olayemi. From the dinner of Amala and vegetable soup I had at their place before coming home I realised that you are no match”. In spite of my ranting my wife remained quiet.
The following day I was in the bedroom when I overheard my wife discussing with Olayemi about the food she prepared for her husband the previous day. She said it jokingly,” Yemi please teach me how you prepared the vegetable soup you gave my husband yesterday”. Which vegetable are you talking about ? Are you not better at preparing vegetables? Yemi responded. “You remember the pack of vegetable soup you brought out of your fridge and gave me when I visited you three days ago? It was the same vegetable soup I microwaved and served my husband and yours for dinner yesterday”.
I simply regret it 😢 😭
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