Oh! This My Husband – Episode 21

Part 21

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© Femi Oluyamoju

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SHOULD I ATTACK

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This time, I won’t rush inside, I can’t come and fall inside the drainage the second time. My village people can’t succeed.

Neither am I going to rush to him and the girls, two are stronger than one. I must get it right today.

I decided to concentrate on my footsteps and the door. I know myself, if I keep staring at them, that monster husband will draw me like magnet, I might end up breaking that bottle on his stubborn head.

As I walked past them, I heard them laughing…. trouble is sleeping, foolishness

wants to wake it.

I won’t respond, with trembling hands, I open the door and my trembling feet dragged me inside. I dropped my bag and notepad on the floor not too far from the main entrance, I stood there confused as to what to do exactly but later went straight to my room. The guest room.

This is the time to strategize, I didn’t fall into the drainage, I didn’t stumble or fall. Now I can plan my next move to teach these people that my house is my territory. I can go into the kitchen and boil hot water, that will not take long. I’ll just go upstairs and through the window pour it over them. I can already see their scrabbling for safety like rabbits. Quickly I went to the kitchen to boil water.

While I waited for the water to boil, it occurred to me that if the water falls on sensitive parts, or if they run to the main road and die, I will end up in prison. Why should I go to prison over another person’s wickedness?

Now I need a different plan, eerrmmm, what can I do now, I need to make it so savage that everyone who hears it would know that you don’t mess with a woman like me.

Yeah, I can pour yam flour on them. That would make a statement. It won’t kill them, but everywhere they go, they will carry the stain. So, I brought out the yam flour. And ensured it was in a bucket that would make it easy to offload the contents on their head.

I must get this right. I can’t make another mistake or blunder. I can’t mistakenly pour it on myself or be too slow and I need evidence.

I decided to go to my room, get the phone and record the flour pouring session. I’ll upload it to the internet and ensure bloggers pick it up. This is a show down today. Joy had been toyed with and made a laughing stock. Today the table turns and I take charge. Today I won’t be irrational. I will be meticulous.

On my way to my room, I saw my bag and notepad on the floor, as I picked it, I

saw what I jotted down.

MY NEW RESOLUTION

Be blind

Be dumb

Be abnormally normal

Pour so much love

Does the yam flour pouring expedition fall into any of these four points? No! no!! no!!! I can’t allow these points to stop me today.

I threw the notepad away. I ran into my room, banging the bed. No! no!! no!!!. I need to do something.

Aaarghhhh!!! Why must things be so complicated?

These girls and this man can’t go Scott free. They can’t escape. I need to prove to them that I am the queen of this territory.

Hmmmm, I am the queen, queens are dignified people. Queen don’t fight.

All the group members in the marital discipleship can’t hear that I fought. Baba Jay will be disappointed too.

OH Jesus, please help me. What should I do?

Just then the perfect plan dropped into my heart, wow, this is ingenious.

This will make a statement at the same time deal seriously with these girls. This will break his ego and it’s an abnormal reaction.

Oya leggo….

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