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He blamed his father-in-law for raising a spoilt brat
Patience and her husband
had been married for five
years when they moved
into a posh bungalow on a
better side of Lagos. As they
both showed guests round
during the house-warming
ceremony, they looked the
perfect couple and took in the
ooh and aah gasps of
admirers. The guests thought
that Luke, the husband, must
have made some appreciative
progress in his job for him to
be able to afford a pad like
this. Three years after, Luke
was out of the house, the bitter
feud that’d been brewing for
a couple of years had now
boiled <strong>over</strong>. One day, Luke
came home from an all-night
outing and found his suitcases
neatly packed and waiting for
him by the door. In the rain!
Four fierce looking men stood
guard at the door, menacingly
looking cudgels in their
hands.
“I was shocked and I guess the
shock will never wear off”,
Luke said a few months after
the incident. “That’s what
comes with marrying a rich
man’s daughter. I can’t see my
children now and my wife
thinks I’m dirt, and it’s all
thanks to my money-bag
father-in-law. He wants you to
toll on the floor with gratitude
whenever he shows you the
slightest favour. I mean, there
are other ways of showing
gratitude without licking
someone’s hand like a dog.
Well, he has his daughter now,
let him marry her!” Patience
was at pains to talk about a
marriage she described as a
walking `nightmare’. I sought
her out to ask her side of the
story. That man is an animal”,
she shuddered, remembering
the things she said she had to
go through to stay married to
him. “Despite the good
education he had, he had this
giant complex about my
parents’ wealth. Daddy was
very generous to us when we
got married. I am his first
daughter and he gave us a
brand new car and furnished
flat. Luke was quite happy
letting daddy shoulder his
responsibilities as that gave
him extra cash for his twin
obsessions: wine and women.
I’d seen these traits in him
before we got married and had
naively assumed marriage
would change him. The women
he ran around with were
obviously a deliberate attempt
to belittle me. Very uncouth and
classless, they thought they
were having a stab at the upperclass
by sleeping with the same
man that I was sleeping with. I
felt really inadequate and
humiliated. My friends told me
that I was probably a bit too
straight-laced; that men prefer
firebrands in bed and that I
should be more adventurous in
the bedroom. They gave me a
few pointers. So when next we
made love and I wanted to try
some of the things my friends
advised, my husband just
stopped. `What was all that
for?’, he asked. I felt stupid.
What the hell did he think it was
for? He obviously preferred
to have me subdued and
unadventurous. After a few
more incidents like this, he
started giving me little
lectures about how
unfeminine it was for married
women to become sexually
aggressive. Can you imagine
what I did suddenly being
turned into an aggression? I
felt really angry; especially
when he lectured that wives
shouldn’t be trollops!
“After that, he criticised
everything I did and openly
ran down rich men and their
kids with such vengeance
that it finally dawned on me
that he really resented my
coming from a rich family.
The more Daddy did for us,
the more he sneered at him.
In fairness to my husband,
daddy always had this
impression that Luke was a
lout and he never tried to
hide his disapproval of him.
Unfortunately, my husband
proved my father right in the
end. Our second child was
on the way when daddy gave
us the bungalow but my
husband said we should pass
it off as a furnished
accommodation to the
personnel department of his
office so he could collect the
rent. It was my dad who took
me to the hospital when I was
in labour. My husband was
nowhere to be found. I had a
difficult birth and had to be
operated on. Luke didn’t come
to the hospital for days. On
one of daddy’s visits to the
hospital his face was like
thunder. He said he was just
from our house and Luke was
having this big party to
welcome his new son without
even bothering to find out how
mother and child were!
“The final straw came about
three months later when I
woke up to feed the baby and
heard female giggles in the
sitting room. When I went to
investigate, I found my
husband with two of his
friends and four girls – they
were obviously drunk to the
eyeballs. They grinned
stupidly as I drove them out
of the house. My husband
went with them. I was really
livid. That was when I phoned
dad that I had had enough.
He said I was to do what I
deemed fit. I knew I no longer
had a marriage anyway.
Putting his things in the rain
was a way of having my own
back. He couldn’t take
anything from the flat because
they were all daddy’s and he
wouldn’t take the car. Let’s
see how he likes scrimping
and saving to keep up with his
pet hobbies ...”
Leading a horse to the brook!
(Humour)
A man drove too fast down a
country lane, skidded on some
boulders and ended up in a
ditch. Fortunately, a farmer
appeared moments later,
leading a big black horse.
When he saw the man’s
predicament, he offered to
help. “If we tie a rope round
the car, I think old black Bees
here will be able to help get it
out”. So they tied the rope
from the horse to the car and
the farmer shouted, “come on
Star-light, pull as hard as you
can!” but the horse didn’t
move.
Then the farmer shouted,
“come on Silky, one, two,
three. Pull!” But still the horse
didn’t move. So for a third
time, the farmer yelled, “Ok,
Dublin, pull now!” Nothing
happened. Then he called,
“Go on Black Bess, my beauty,
pull hard. This time, the horse
took the strain and slowly
pulled the car out of the ditch.
The motorist was very grateful
but also a little puzzled. “Don’t
mind me asking”, he said.
But why did you call the horse
by all those different names?”
“Well, it’s like this”, explained
the farmer, Old Black Bess is
blind and if she thought she
was the only one pulling,
she’d never have bothered
trying”.
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Goodbye!
Everytime you hurt me, the less that
I cry
And everytime you leave me, the
quicker the tears dry
And everytime you walk out, the less
I love you
Maybe we don't stand a chance,it's
that but it's true.......
Oluchi Eziagbala
eziagbalaoluchi@gmail.com
Be positive in your love!
Life is full of ups and downs and the way you take
life will tell at the end of the day. You have no reason
to be depressed at all and what you think will
surely come back to you in life, you must not react to
his words, you have to be positive again in life and
must not think that you are on the edge of a failed
love relationship. The more you think negatively,
the more you begin to go down in your various endeavours
in life. Work your way out and be positive
in all areas of your love pursuit.
Michael Adedotun Oke
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08027142077