The Watery Milk

The Watery Milk

Your milk has gone watery!

Abidemi’s voice rose high as she argued with Oladele, her husband outside the house. Her voice was a sharp knife that cut through the serenity of dawn. She clung to her husband’s shirt like a bloodthirsty leech would to flesh.

“Piles have finished your life, and you cannot make your wife happy, Ehn?”

The husband made to free himself from her grasp. ”Please, let me go. You have roughened my shirt and I am already late for my interview at the factory. Which kind trouble is this early in the morning?”

“How can you get the job when you leave me unhappy at home?” She tightened his hold on his shirt.

Anger welled up inside Oladele. This interview at the biscuit factory had taken divine intervention. Three months he had been jobless, laid off – with the rest of the staff – from the textile mill where he had worked for ten years. Ever since he lost his job, he had been worried about money. He no longer slept with her even.

“If at this stage I become less of a man, then I am happy. At least those three kids inside the room are proof that I was once a man. Let me bother about providing for them,” Oladele replied.

Mama Basirat, their neighbour and friend whose window faced the veranda peered out from under her curtain.

“Abidemi, please let your husband go,” she counselled.” Whatever the problem is, you can talk about them when he comes back. It is too early to be quarrelling.”

“Thank you o, Mama Basirat,” Abidemi said. She turned to narrate the night’s events to her friend and her hold loosened a bit on her husband’s shirt. He quickly disengaged her hands and ran away.

He could still hear his wife’s insults trailing him as he boarded a bus to his interview venue.


Abidemi bent with difficulty to stoke the fire. She was cooking in the makeshift kitchen at the back of the house. She could not stand this kitchen that had large holes in its corrugated roofing sheet through which sunlight shone through and bathed her and whose walls had blackened with soot over the years.

“This wood is not good,” she complained and rose slowly. “It is more of smoke than fire.”

She supported her back with both hands. Her pregnancy, which was at an advanced stage, bore her down like a heavy weight. Two tears, one from each eye left a trail as they rolled down her grime covered face.

“Sorry o,” Mama Basirat said. She was preparing supper too in the kitchen. “The ones I am using are the same. It is hard to find good firewood these days.”

They cooked on in silence, each lost in her thoughts. Then Mama Basirat said, “Come to think of it, you were fighting your husband over his watery milk a few months ago. What miracle made your stomach protrude like this?”

“Haba, Mama Basirat. You have started with your funny talk. How can you remember that kind of talk? Were you eavesdropping on me and my dear husband?”

They laughed. More tears streamed down Abidemi’s face as her body shook with the laughter.

She bent down to stoke the fire again. Times were hard, and cooking with firewood was one way to make ends meet. She had always believed her mother’s saying that children came into this world with everything they needed. But it seemed her three children came with less and less as she bore them. Her husband’s meagre salary and the little she made from petty trading barely sustained the family.

Her husband wasn’t exactly happy with the coming addition. He had gotten the job and the pay was a little better. He started sleeping with her again, each time asking her if she was safe. Each time she said yes because she was happy that they had gone back to normal. A woman has her needs that only a virile man could fill.

The arguments had begun when she got pregnant again.

Perhaps, this new child would come into this world with enough, and even remember to bring all that its predecessors forgot to bring along, she thought to herself.

She rubbed her belly and smiled with renewed hope.

35 thoughts on “The Watery Milk” by Lawal Opeyemi Isaac (@easylife2)

  1. Hmmm…good story.Wannabe couples should take note. I like the pacing and choice of words. Thumbs up.

    1. Thanks Writefight.Glad Ψσυ stopped by.

  2. ditto @writefight….BRILLIANT with a good message. i’m happy that you fully observed the professional way of writing, separating dialogues and narration..this is kinda scarce on NS…

    1. @Xikay, u sure say e get ‘professional’ way of dialogue-separation [writing & narration follows as always]? Na u dey make me keep am for mind, o! Heh!!! :D

    2. Thank Ψσυ for stopping by Xikay.I’m glad Ψσυ liked the stoey.This one wey Ψσυ  point out any negatives gladdens ny heart.

  3. Wonderful! *claps* @Easylife2, I like the ‘easy’ flow of this fictional piece, dear. Like all your past commentaries on my works here in NS, you are powerfully attracted to the simple way of presentation in poetry and prose. Em, somehow I can guess you can’t stand a complicated display of a stage script, right? I’m yet to know what you’ll say about drama then. Kudos, my friend! ;)

    1. When The Mastress claps for Ψσυ, gives Ψσυ a good review  calls Ψσυ her friend, then your head can rightfully swell  Ψσυ can go on to have a good day.
      Thanks for stopping by Emmanuella.
      Yeah I do like the simple way of writing.I  get head to dey uncover plot or racking my brains to decipher a script. be my way.

      Ψσυ  notice say I  dey comment on ‘The Lecher’…..​​​​‎​=))º°˚˚˚°ºнaĦaнaº°˚˚˚°º‎​=)).

  4. I like this piece… Sincerely I love it….

    What has kept me wondering is the role of this watery milk… I want to believe that watery milk means watery sperm… Is this demanding wife desiring for the watery milk to satisfy her desire? There are lots of impotent men that satisfy their wives with watery milk… lol. Or should I say that this demanding wife just desires to be impregnated consistently and hence wants thick milk all the time?

    Or should I just take it that the meaning of watery milk here means the man’s ‘inactivity on bed?’

    1. Sir Idoko, na wa for dat wife sha, o! Well, there are women like that, o! U no say e get as e be if woman dey yab im man for im ‘manlessness’, hm? E dey pain well-well, o!

      Well, if this woman thinks she is ‘strong’ to be giving birth like baby factory instead of thinking, like her husband, of how to cater for the kids, I think she intends to heap wahala for herself when one day, she encounters ‘birth complications’ if she go hospital, and there can be several even beyond human understanding. She should be careful, o! Easy, easy…

    2. Idoko my man! Thanks for stopping by.I’m glad Ψσυ liked,  that this short piece incited all these questions in Ψσυ.I must thank Xikay too for helping me answer too.

      Digressing a little,if Ψσυ are impotent, the ‘tin’  go stand at all sef, talkless of producing any kind of milk, watery or otherwise.At least make I show off say I be Medical Sciences student small…..​​​​‎​=))º°˚˚˚°ºнaĦaнaº°˚˚˚°º‎​=)).

  5. @idoko, methinks she used the word ‘watery milk’ as a way of stunting his male ego so as to pressure him to prove he had a ‘thick milk’ its not about the pregnancy but the sex which was getting infrequent….

  6. @ idoko…haba! Dont mention.Watery means watery; milk means milk and thats all.Lol
    Anyway, this is a difficult thing to deal with and many a divorce was inspired by something watery as was narrated above.

    1. Hope Ψσυ had a good laugh?

  7. It’s never an easy road. Perseverance and understanding does it. Good writing Man..I felt this one. Bravoooo!!!!!!!!

    1. Thanks Jays. But this character  wan understand o!

  8. First I love the title, then I love the story. Sweet.

  9. I must confess u re a terrific writer, thumbs up.

  10. Ψσυ really think so wealth? Then I am glad.

    Thanks for stopping by.

  11. Enjoyed reading this. Loved the simple story and how well it was told.

    1. Thanks for dropping by Jay.Its always good to hear a comment from you.

  12. I enjoyed reading your story Lawal. I like the positive message it portrays even though they characters were living in poverty, they still hard reasons to smile & be thankful. This mirrors the typical mentality of average Nigerians who always remain positive & vibrant in spite of the economic situation. This is in sharp contrast to some westerns who usually have most things but still feel empty.

    1. Thanks afro prince. I like your train of thought, but at the same time we shouldn’t create some hardships for ourselves that we can well do away from.

      I appreciate your stopping by.


  13. Abidemi echoes the traditionalist point of view but a modernist would pierce you with fixed eyes when you say that some child perhaps the 10th would bring wealth along with it… preposterous thought!

    1. I agree with you completely colotrends. There are some challenges we shouldn’t create for ourselves.

      Thanks for stopping by.


  14. Catchy title, simple, flowing narrative, nice story with some food for thought as regards procreation vs tradition. Well done.

  15. Thanks Arukaino.its been a while we saw you here.Hope you are good?

  16. hmmm… lol @ the title. So in essence, all she wanted was another child, not really satisfaction in bed. Na wa o.

    1. Na so we see am o scopeman.Thanks for stopping by.

  17. very good one there brother, jst keep it up.
    you know what? you are almost the best author i have met, BUT don’t try me.

  18. Ok, I challenge you to a writing duel then…

    I’m glad you find the story so. Thanks for stopping by.

  19. Wow! quite a captivating title. its an interesting read and I like her optimism towards the end.
    On a lighter note though Mr Isaac, na wa for you ooo…watery milk but i enjoyed the story.Cheers!

  20. @easylife2
    great words arranged in order…………….

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