My husband has gone mad again.
That’s the only conclusion I have painfully arrived at!
That can be the only reason for this insistence on me putting his dick in my mouth!
A whole me!
Mother in Israel!
How does he expect me to do this?
Me. Deaconess in church and soon to be grandmother. I should start putting his “thing” that I have no idea where it has been to, in my mouth? He is mad!
I can’t get over the effrontery!
He says that’s why he goes out every weekend. But he can go out now because the trouble he got himself in at the office is gone. I prayed it out!
This man had problems in his office.
Who fasted and prayed for him to be vindicated? Me!
I fasted and prayed. And spoke in tongues for days until the trouble went away.
This same mouth is what he now wants me to use to do what?
Egba mi!
See how it began o.
For some time, I noticed my husband’s kurukere moves…it is not strange.
If you have been married for more than 20 years, you will know your spouse.
He resumed his “bad behavior” after the incident in his office. It almost cost him his job he’d been on for more than 12 years.
He resumed partying again with his useless friends who don’t realise they are old.
It’s always one wedding or birthday parties, or funeral reception or clubs…
I reminded him of how dangerous the country is right now. With rampart kidnappings, traffic robberies…anyone who has a head should keep it safe, abi?
I said, “Stop all these your late night moves. No responsible human being should be on the streets when it’s dark. Lagos is dangerous. They kidnap during the day. Tell me, what won’t they do at night?”
In fact, not only Lagos, he comes up with, “I have a wedding to attend in Ogun state… I have a birthday party at Ilesha…”
My husband’s parties are always in far flung places, never here close to home. If he was going to an event in Lagos, it would be Ajah, Ajangbadi, far, far places he knows I would never go with him.
But I have said my own. Even the Bible says “…he who has ears let him hear…”
If he gets kidnapped and killed. I won’t sell myself for ransom. It’s his children I pity because I will not mourn him. I know he isn’t just going to parties, it’s to chase small, small, girls.
There’s nothing that man will not say I haven’t done for him. Is it to raise my legs sky high? I have done it. But these days, pajapaja will not let me raise them any higher. However, you see, he wants them sky high! I’m in my 50s, I can’t be raising leg like small children!
I told him.
He said, “It is your fault.”
“Come, o, how can that be? I am a dutiful wife. I gave you five healthy boys; keep the house, run my business. Isn’t that enough?”
He said, “Why won’t I look at small girls when they eagerly do what you won’t do for me?”
I said, “What do they do?”
He said “Can you suck my dxxk?”
I was shocked! “From your mouth! You dare to tell me to put your…in my mouth! Ha, Segun, the devil wants to use you!”
How can you expect me to carry your blxxkus in my mouth! The same mouth I use in shouting halleluiah in church!”
He said, “Oh, you can use the same mouth to lie abi? Deceive, abi? Joo, let me go out jare, I don’t want to have this conversation!”
With that he swept out of our house in his huge agbada.
I hate the man!
You know. I had time to reflect on what he said.
When did this madness about me swallowing his thing after more than 20 years of happy marriage come from?
My husband who was quite content with missionary style is suddenly obsessed with all kinds of ungodly styles.
I agree times are changing but shouldn’t we leave some things to our children? Isn’t this the type our children should be doing abi at this age can you teach a dog new tricks?
Even though I agree Segun does have a point but ko’lo l’e nu mi. (I couldn’t swallow this) I tried. I just couldn’t swallow “it.”
He wants me to “gbe jo…,” you know play with it. So, once in a while, I play with him. Play with it…get familiar with the instrument that gave me five giant boys. It’s just that “we” are not so familiar, even after 5 boys.
If Segun strips during the day, I don’t even know what his “thing” looks like. I am not familiar with it. That’s why I balked at taking it in my mouth because, all these party every day, who knows where “it” has entered henh? Is that what I should “swallow” and go to church to shout halleluya!
My boys are old enough to start having their own children. How can it be said that me, grandma to be, I am sucking…? ha, which mouth will I use to defend myself? Or pray for that matter…you know, o kan l’enu, (it leaves a sour to taste in my mouth.)
(Series written and edited by Peju Akande and based on true stories)
