Men are not jealous beings. Forget whatever you read elsewhere.
Go to any brothel and see how men share women without any jealousy whatsoever stepping in to stop the jollification.
In my early days in this Lagos, when I was still in the world, I had this very rich friend who belonged to the class the Igbo people call “Abani-agba-aka”, that is, no night can go empty-handed.
This simply means that our man must sleep with a new catch every new night.
My serial-woman-killer of a man had the habit of even getting girls for his male friends with his cash. Even in the case where his male friends are without their own chicks he had devised the formula of satisfying the boys with his own catch by vacating his bedroom after his romp for each of the guys around to come try their luck with the babe!
The funny guy called the system “Idunye-azu” which translates to turning his back on the girl after the act and then departing the bedroom.
Then any of his friends around would sneak into the bed naked, with his back turned on the girl such that she would not know that he was not the original banger!
In many instances, the girl would pretend not to know the difference, and the romp would go on until the original master returned in the wee hours to pay the bill.
On one occasion, the girl on the bed suddenly realized that an intruder had come to the bed, and she instantly put on the light and raised an alarm.
Our rich friend rushed into the bedroom and pretended he was not the fellow that planned the act.
He was full of righteous indignation in berating his friend for encroaching on his bedroom!
“That’s how you insult yourself everyday once you see I am with a woman!” shouted my friend on the cowering guy caught in the act.
“Sorry, sir!” said the sly accomplice. “I only came to look for insecticide!”
“Insecticide on my butt?” screamed the girl.
“Off you go!” shouted the owner of the house.
Of course the girl felt sufficiently pacified to continue the tryst with the playboy millionaire.
After the departure of the girl in the morning the guys had a hearty laugh, with the guy caught in the act now earning the new nickname of Insecticide!
The esprit de coitus game continued apace.
One night, we were in our playboy’s garden having good drinks when the driver of a mutual friend of ours rushed in to say that his oga had slumped in the car such that he could not take him back home to his wife in that state.
We ran to the car and found that the man was merrily drunk. We carried him back into the house and turned all the fans at the highest speed to blow him back to real life.
Our playboy’s girl-for-the-night stayed with the drunken man. We then continued with our drinking.
Much later, we heard the girl scream: “God have mercy on your soul!”
We all rushed up to see what had gone wrong. The drunk had vomited all over the place and the girl had cleared it all up. She was pleading with the man to have something to eat to regain his balance only for the guy to whisper into her ears in Igbo language: “Acholom gi!”
That’s when the girl screamed in shock.
As per what our fellow said, it simply translates to: “I want to do you!”