“Ye-eh!” My voice breaks out.
“Oponu oshi” ( idiotic fellow) Titi says as she springs to her feet, jumping into her pyjamas, “you think you are wise abi.” She says as she opens the door that leads to the sitting-room.
I feel very weak as I grab where she has plugged her teeth just above my n—–s. My breaths run with pressure.
Her voice faints out from here. I can hear her mumble something inaudible; I am sure they are abusive words.
“Uncle, what is wrong?” An alarming voice comes from the doorway. It is my cousin, Lara. She is the last child of my Dad’s elder sister. She had come to stay with us since her school, MAPOLY, is not far from our place.
Lara switches the light on and moves close to me. I cunningly remove my hand from my chest and cover my body with the blanket.
“I heard your scream from my room. What is the matter? And where is sister Titilayo?”
Lara’s eyes divert to the wall clock and my eyes follow. The time is 2:45 a.m.
“Nothing, dear,” I manage a smile, “I was stung by a giant wasp … Titi just left the bed because she thought the wasp will also sting her.”
“Ah, ” Lara sighs, resting her palms on her chests, “I thought it’s something more than that … sorry, sir. Maybe you need to apply something on it. Should I get you an ointment to relieve you from the pain?”
“Oh, don’t bother yourself … I will get over it soon.”
Lara is on a pink pyjamas that, however, defines her well-shaped, chocolate brown figure. She is really a good-looking girl and that’s also applicable to her character.
“Okay, good night,” she says, waving her hand sleepily. She turns off the light as she makes her way out. The door creaks and closes gently.
This is not the same Titi I married two years ago … This is not the same lady that used to seduce me each time I felt tired to perform. She is the lady that knows how to stimulate me better than I do. So what is the matter with her now?
She started this naughty behaviour about thirteen months ago when I faced bankruptcy in my company at port Harcourt. I had to sell all my houses to recover my debt. I sold the remaining two cars I had to rent this two bedroom flat.
I inherited those properties from my late father. I started working as a driver for a hotel seven months ago – I would hunch behind the wheel from morning till nightfall with a hard labour of offloading the goods that are being conveyed. I’m not meant to do that, but the hotel manager said it’s part of my work. He said a tall, strong-looking man like me shouldn’t complain of double duties for the age I entered in my written application – I have aged thirty-five. I have to comply to his instruction if I don’t want to lose the job. I had been looking for work over five months before the driving job consoled me. My salary is thirty-five thousand naira, just like my age.
When I still had my own company, I wouldn’t wear myself out. I spent only four hours in the office, and my manager was competent enough to make sure everything was in order. Those times I noticed I could perform in bed for a longer period than now – ‘seven or eight rounds in bed no be play-play o’. She really respected me for that, and she would be the one to force me to action.
How on earth will that manager know that overworking is destroying my marriage?
The downfall of my libido is certainly the reason why Titi is behaving like this. Or what else could it be? The answer is obvious. It was two months ago I found out that my wife had bought a d—o. I found it by chance in her handbag. I guessed she forgot to keep it as soon as she arrived home from the shop. I didn’t tell her I found something like that … ever since then I realized I have become a loser to her – a d—o does my job better – isn’t?
“Ye-eh!” My voice breaks out.