I thought the fad and fashion of
telling the other lover in one’s life to hide in the closet, back of door,
behind the draperies of window blinds or under the bed has gone.
I was furious when I heard someone
discussing the issue recently; the sudden arrival of the cherished lover and
the subsequent insistence that the other lover, who is in the house at that
point in time should quickly find somewhere to hide.
Shame on some men! Apparently that silly era is still
with us.
This clearly shows that love songs,
although with different lyrics, still has the same messages of love.
What the heck do I mean?
I meant people, no matter the clime
and century, are basically the same where love, sex and romance are concern.
This is why this nonsense of telling the other lover to hide when the cherished
one comes is still with us.
I’m not using the word cherished
here lightly. When a guy is caught right in the act, that’s usually the time for
him to choose whom, between the two ladies he wants.
Hmmmm.
That nonsense has happened to yours
sincerely. I don’t really wish to bore you guys with the story, except you want
me to.
There was I, sipping a wine, sitting
in one of the cushioned seats in the sitting-room, when a someone knocked. It
was a lady; she called loudly that the guy should open the door. He jumped like
someone that had been stung by a bee.
I said to myself: “Sho, na wetin dey do this bobo?”
You wouldn’t guess what happened
next.
I can see you yawning…you’re already
bored abi? I don’t under you guys. Some are saying finish the story, others are
saying zip it.
Well, you guys should make up your
mind and let me know. I’m still in the house. If you tell me to spill the beans,
I’ll! I’m waiting…you know my email and phone number. Holler me!
I’ve never understand why a guy
should take a babe to his home, when he knows that there’s another lady his
heart beats and dances for. I mean she could walk in anytime!
And once a guy’s cherished babe appears
on the scene, he treats the other like she’s a scumbag.
Like she’s a worm that crawled into his
home, forgetting that he was the person that invited her.
To me, the solutions in these tense,
embarrassing situations are very simple.
Instead of insisting the other lady
should dive under the bed or hide in the closet, introduce the two babes and
brave the storm.
If you’re just wooing the other
babe, then introduce your cherished babe to her as yours truly.
But if you’ve been dating the other
babe for long; giving her ideas, woe betides you if they didn’t start fighting
and destroy all your expensive electronic gadgets.
I don’t understand why when two
ladies fight over a guy in his home; they invariably always latch onto
expensive items in his home. It’s almost like a she-goddess, who hates men used
to whisper to them to also teach the guy a lesson.
Personally, I think it’s demeaning
to fight and sweat over a guy.
There was a time my sister was
sickly in love with a guy. Yeah, sickly in love. I’ve been in love myself, but
I’ve never been able to understand a love where you act like you’re going to
die for a guy. This is despite his hitting her and having a traitorous manhood.
That’s he’s unfaithful is enough for
me, but he had had to have a manhood that stands attention at the whiff of
every sweet vagina is tragic.
But there she was, loving him like
an idiot. God! She had it real bad for him.
All hell however broke lose when she
discovered he was banging a lady in the building he lives.
Nawa O! Yes, my sister I dey feel you over there. You said
the guy is a real maradona?
You took the words right out of my
mouth.
It was supposed to be the highlight
when my sister should have walked out of that stupid relationship with her head
held high. But did she do that? Nope!
Rather she dashed home, snatched a
pair shorts and furiously put them.
Yes O! Na fight the babe dey go fight.
I tried talking her out of it.
For where! Dog wey wan lost, it would never hear its’
master’s whistle.
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