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THE WET DREAMS OF A WIFE

It is my last night as a bachelor and I am drunk and dancing with all sorts of women. There are fat women, slim women, short women, tall women, fair women and dark women for me and my best men. The music is so high. My fingers feel the hips of these women I will restrain myself from after I am pronounced married.

My fiancée sends her cousins to me while I am enjoying my eve. They plead with me to go back home and have a rest for the sake of the next day’s wedding. They take me to my house using their car. I stagger straight to my bed. A handsome man having something like a horn on his head comes to me in a dream. He warns me to stay off Adaobi. An hour later, I am shaken and awake. The alcohol effect in me is dwindling away. How can I stay away from the most beautiful woman I ever loved? I laugh realising it was just a dream. In the morning I feel sour. I take my bath and get my groom’s outfit on.

The driver assigned to me is already waiting. He is to take me to the Church but I tell him to take me to see Adaobi first. In one of the rooms of her father’s house, she is in front of a large mirror being decorated by loads of women. These women leave noticing my presence.

‘You are not to see me today until the priest joins us,’ my bride teases.

‘You are already looking so gorgeous,’ I confess.

‘What is wrong?’ she notices the worry glint on my face.

‘Adaobi, are you aware of any man kicking against our wedding?’

‘Not at all,’ she says, smiling. ‘Why?’

‘Don’t mind me. I had too much to drink last night and I got a hangover that stuffed jargons into my dreams,’ I say flushing away my fret.

The wedding goes on fine. I become a happy husband. I kiss Adaobi deeply. Lots of camera flashes pour on me and my bride. I dance at the reception like I have never done before.

Days after the wedding, I am in my sitting room with my lovely wife going through our wedding pictures and laughing. She laughs at a picture in which I stand beside her mother. I laugh at a picture that had her father looking younger than his normal appearance. Suddenly our laughter dies. Our eyes fall on a picture that captured the period the priest was joining us. The man I saw in my dream is standing right between me and Adaobi. The picture looks so odd.

‘Do you remember seeing him?’ I ask, bitterly.

‘No,’ she answers, confusingly.

The man has a black suit on which is in contrast to my white suit. I see clearly that this strange man’s single horn has a golden colour. I call the photographer who handled the shot. He claims he was shocked on seeing it too.

My dear wife opens up afterwards saying that the strange man in the picture looks like a man who regularly appears in her dreams.

‘He usually makes love to me in these dreams… But I haven’t seen these dreams for a while now,’ she says.

‘Just dreams,’ I wave her off. I do not tell her he is the same man I saw on the night before the wedding. My thoughts are beginning to cloud. I am not spiritually inclined and have never taken dreams serious. But this case is chewing me insane. I lose my job in the same week. In my heart I relate it to the strange man in the picture. In reality it is my fault for taking a bribe from a customer. I become more of a houseboy while Adaobi goes to work. I wash our clothes and cook. I notice stains of sperms on our bedcovers each time I change them. I notice the stains even on the days we do not make love. I bring up the issue of the strange man again.

‘I see him at times still,’ she admits.

‘What!’ I raised my voice.

‘Honey, there are just dreams.’

I nod my head in agreement while my heart is saying something different.

I begin finding it difficult sleeping at night with her figure beside me. I try to imagine the strange man making love to my wife, and my heart boils. On a certain night my eyes are closed but I am seeing a python lying next to me. I open my eyes and it is my wife lying next to me. I close my eyes again to see if I was just imagining, and I still see the same python. I spring out of the bed for the sitting room. I have never had such complications and fears around my life. The following morning Adaobi goes off to work without saying a word to me. I get a call that my only investment in life is being destroyed by the government. It is a building that houses more than twenty tenants. The reason the government gives is for the sake of city-planning. My last source of income has sunk, and I will now depend on my wife who I am now so scared of.

She comes back from work in tears. I cannot go near her for fear.

‘I will leave you, honey,’ she says. ‘The man in my dream would not let go.’

I mope like I am insane meanwhile she is the one sounding insane. I watch her pack her belongings. And I watch her leave in silence. I begin to think of how long I would survive with my savings before I am able to find a job. A week later, I get a job. My life starts getting better day after day.

I do not think of Adaobi. I will admit that I linked her to my ill lucks. A day comes when the photographer behind my most complicated photograph calls.

‘Sir, they say your wife ran mad.’

‘Where is she?’ I panic.

‘Sir, with due respect, if you like yourself, stay away from her oh…’

The photographer scares me so well that I severe all my contacts with members of Adaobi’s family. My own family do not say anything concerning my marriage to my surprise. I am a bit sceptical about the world we live in today. I believe in my heart that not only humans dwell in the world we live in.

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