My husband sleeps 1am in the morning
And wakes 5a.m same day
I never get to see him
I only see the rough side of the bed
To tell me he was around
Our kids ask
‘Mummy where is daddy?’
I lie to them…..
‘Daddy has gone on a journey’
Is it all about the money?
The paper we chase
That brings us pain…
What about the love and affection
The parental joy our children need
Half of the world’s problem would
If we pray together as a family daily
‘My dear I will be late for dinner!
The secretary of state needs my quotation’
‘Dear this is unfair junior just asked
Where is daddy?’
‘You this woman would you stop nagging
How do you think I get money to pay the bills?
Do I pluck them from the trees?’
‘Honey you shouting!’
‘Yes! Why won’t I shout?
You’re just an ungrateful lazy woman
Who always complain but never work
Goodbye’ (hangs up)
That has always been the way…..
This last twelve years of our marriage
I married a lawyer because my mother
Said they were always rich…..
I loved Mathew but he was just
A road side mechanic
At least he could feed himself
But my mother hates him with passion
Richard my husband got his degree from England
He is the first son of Professor Michael who also lived
In England for twenty-five before coming back home
You might wonder
Why my husband with his level of education
Would marry a village girl like me
He told me!
In the first week of our marriage
This was the last time I can remember
Having a nice conversation with him
He said his father suggested he returned home
To marry a wife
Because the girls abroad have bad manners
Than the girls in the village
Secondly he said he married me because I was beautiful
And still a virgin
I told him ‘Richard I want to go to school’
But he said no
Because the men on campus might snatch me
So I am now a full housewife
Taking care of the kids
Taking and bringing them back from school
I don’t cook for my husband
Even on Sunday after the church service
He takes us to a restaurant
And drops us by the gate of our house
Just to appease the kids
For his weekly malfunction
At least they are children….
They know nothing
What about me the wife
I must be very fertile to have two children
I can count the number of times we did it
First was our weeding night….
Second on his birthday
I believe that’s the only gift
An illiterate wife can give
Richard died in a car crash….
He failed to take my instruction to eat
Before going on a long journey
How stubborn my husband was
People say it was because of his profession
Lawyers are harden
But how I wish
My Richard was not one of them