African Romance

African Romance

Mama Shola wrapped her asho angrily around her head, as she did so she pounded the yam vigorously. Who did Baba Tunde take her for? They had been married for over 60 years. She knew she was no longer beautiful but beauty lay in a good heart. She had been a good wife to her husband all those years. She cooked him good food on a daily basis. Did she give him wahala? Never! So how dare he? That time, he would pay dearly, oh. That oko of his would pay!

The last time he has cheated on her, she didn’t let him touch for a rain season. Mama Shola’s face remained tight in the morning and at night. She didn’t cook for him. That should have taught him but men get silly when they see some piece of meat. That was 40 years ago. His explanation was that she looked after their new born baby more than she took care of him. Mama Shola still loved the old man.

‘Kabo, my dear,’ said baba Tunde.

‘Ekabo’ replied a tight faced mama Shola.

‘What are you cooking?’

‘Don’t you disturb me! Don’t you have eyes to see?’

‘Ah, don’t get angry with an old man! What is wrong with you these days? I am only asking what your magical hands have prepared.’

Mama Shola felt flattered at this compliment but her face remained harsh. She musn’t show her feelings to that old man. Baba Tunde knew her weakness. He gently caressed her mature shoulders. She wasn’t as beautiful as she used to be but he still loved her dearly. He had cheated on her that time to prove that he still had what it took. It wasn’t everyday that young women were at his door. He took advantage of the situation. He knew Remi was only with him for his money. He didn’t care. She was young and beautiful. Her smooth brown skin was delicious to touch. She was energetic in bed and taught him knew positions that he tried with his own wife. What a fool he was! That was the way Mama Shola became aware that he was up to no good. Can’t a man have a rest sometimes? If his wife wasn’t so difficult he wouldn’t have given Remi a second thought. She was known in the village for her ‘soured’ tongue that could cuss from Ibadan to Lagos. She was too stubborn for her own good.

‘Mama Shola, serve me some pounded yam!’

‘Emi ke. And what else. That young woman who could be your great, great grand-daughter should cook be the one cooking for you. ’

‘Daku. Won’t you ever forgive me? This is only my second time in almost 61 years. You know I love you?’

‘No! You love your oko more.’

Baba Tunde left the kitchen area. He was hungry. He missed Remi but he valued his marriage to his wife more than anything in this world so he had stopped seeing her. The first time he had cheated on his wife, he had paid dearly. She refused to cook for him yet she forbade him to eat at his friends’ place fearing that they might think of her a badly raised woman for not cooking for her own husband. Baba Tunde had to eat garri all. His stomach felt empty, he had eaten enough garri to last him until his death.

Why did he marry that old stubborn goat after all? She used to be the most beautiful woman in the village. She ignored him for so long, he nearly gave up on her. She had always been proud. All the men in the village wanted to marry her. Many of them were wealthy and promised her a good life but she chose him. It was a slow process. At first when she used to see him, she passed him without even greeting him. Then, she smiled afar. It was only when her father fell sick and he took her to the city’s hospital that their relationship developed. She was the sweetest thing at the time – indeed she hid that poisonous tongue from him until they got married.

Baba Tunde chewed the garri with peanut bitterly. Why was she punishing him so? He went to bed.

 

When Mama Shola joined him, she turned her face against the wall. Baba Tunde made an attempt to touch her but the look on Mama Shola’s face told him, ‘ Don’t you even think of it!’

He rubbed her breast tenderly. He felt her nipples hard on his right hand yet she rejected him. He caressed her firm behind but she took his hands off. He kissed her ears but she was having none of it. He grabbed her firmly and kissed her. They made love. Mama Shola went to the kitchen and took a big plate and place big chunk of meat and obe with fufu on it. She brought it to her husband with a sly smile. He ate and quickly slept. They had reconciled.

 

Harmonie Loko (Sade Farotade) Copyright © 2010

 



18 thoughts on “African Romance” by sadefarotade (@sadefarotade)

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  2. Lol. Something tells me Mama Shola will continue forgiving her randy old husband no matter what.
    I like this type of romance. I can believe in this kind of happily ever after. After 60yrs, what else is left if not eternity?

  3. I agree with @Lade – it’s good to read of romance in old age. But I think that the reconciliation scene was too rushed.

  4. they’ve been married for 60 years??! that should make her well about 70 and yet she can still pound yam? wow!

    awwww beautiful story, makes me wanna get married now now!

  5. Good story Sade but its almost improbable that Mama Shola would still have the strength to pound yam at that age, as Beautiful mentioned or that Baba Tunde (why the different names?) would still have any sort of strength for ‘away matches’ or even the reconciliation scene. Its a good story, at least Beautiful is now rearing to be married. lol Well done.

  6. Mama Shola and Baba Tunde (really,did they each pick a child to be called by?or is Shola still Tunde?) are a very funny couple…the description of their aged romance is hilarious, except for typos and some misplaced words it is a great story.. I think an old lady in her 70s especially one with an acerbic tongue can still pound yam, maybe not energetically…lol

  7. Nice short but there are some inconsistencies here….Mama Shola and Baba Tunde? why are they parents to different children? In yoruba parlance, Baba Tunde’s wife would be referred to as Mama Tunde. So I don’t quite get the inference here.

    Then you made called some things by their yoruba names ‘obe’, ‘oko’ etc. Have in mind that not all your readers may be yoruba so there may be a need to asterisk and explain in a footnote. As for the greetings and exclamations, those are okay and add to the indigenuity of the story.

  8. Mazi Nwonwu (@Fredrick-chiagozie-Nwonwu)

    Hmmm, Others have pointed out some thing that are wrong with it, but I still think the age was not well thought out; married for sixty plus years, should have kids who are elderly, should be in their late 70s or early 80s. A firm buttocks at over 70? improbable, and your sex scene is not convincing enough.
    I think you need to go through your story again and retouch it, which will only make it better.All side, this is a very good story, I smiled as I read it. Keep writing

  9. Married for 60 years? even if she was 20 when they wedded, that would make her 80! and she’s pounding yam? I couldn’t get past the first paragraph mainly cuzza that and also my dear, so many typos and mixed up tenses.

  10. Meena-Adekoya (@Olajumoke-Adekoya)

    the others have already pointed out the problems withe the story, so i wont dwell on it, it is a nice story thou, once it is touched up it could be a masterpiece…

  11. Well, the others have already said most of whats not right with the story. One other part stuck with me though, and that was this:

    //When Mama Shola joined him, she turned her face against the wall. Baba Tunde made an attempt to touch her but the look on Mama Shola’s face told him, ‘ Don’t you even think of it!’//

    He couldn’t have seen the look on her face if she’d been facing the wall, unless of course she’d turned to look at him, and you didn’t say that. It might be minor, but it stuck. That said, the story could work, with a bit more work.

  12. I should think that the 60years was over rated, yeah?
    Cause I don’t see people that old being so agile in and out of bed..
    Would have been a better story if the ages were changed as well as the setting

  13. Thats y its fiction and i’m sure there’s a name for this type of story..lol.., I agree there are inconsistencies and typo errors but it was a fun read nonetheless..i lol’d at the end.. (>>…..He kissed her ears but she was having none of it. He grabbed her firmly and kissed her. They made love. Mama Shola went to the kitchen and took a big plate and place big chunk of meat and obe with fufu on it. She brought it to her husband with a sly smile. He ate and quickly slept. They had reconciled.<<)..i loved the 'They had reconciled' part..

  14. this kain love sef.
    i love your story,every bit of it especially the way it was told.
    but how come they have been married so long and she still pounds yam.
    guess only u\=you know that.

  15. Well, everyone has pointed out the she-can’t-be-pounding-yam scenario. Also, if she was home pounding yam and he walked in, he would have said “K’ule”, not “Kabo”….
    All in all, good story. Needs some tweaking around the ages….

    LKF

  16. sorry guys, though I agree that the story could use more work and the age a little difficult to believe for the sex scene it should be noted that my grandma still pounds.

  17. Old school romance..lol

  18. interesting

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