honest truth," I swore as I unwrapped
the soiled diaper from my girl's bum
bum. The thick aroma of poo rented the
air and I squeezed my face. She giggled
and I smiled. "You think this is funny?"
I asked and she smiled. Almost like she
could understand me. At the corner,
Naza was busy with her plate of rice
and my punishment for not visiting my
kids for a long time was changing the
diaper.
"I think this one has urinated too," she
gobbled with the food stashed in her
mouth.
"Eat slowly, I am not going to beg you,"
I said and she rolled her eyeballs at me.
"Besides, can't you help me out. Just
change the wet pampers because I am
still busy."
"I am busy too," she said.
"Busy doing what?"
"Eating," she answered in a snap. I
swallowed hard and continued in my
duty as a father. I needed Naza to
retract her break up statement so I was
ready to even breastfeed the babies if it
ever got to that.
"Well, as I was saying. James was the
one in the car. He only took my cap," I
explained. She merely shrugged and
continued tearing her meat apart with
her nice dentition. "And you know I
don't chase ugly girls. I have no
business with them."
"Freda is ugly," she murmured and
took a clean Chinaza from me,
replacing her with a wet, gibberish
muttering Chinecherem.
"No she is not ugly," I defended. "You
are just a few inches more beautiful
than her."
"I am a million meters more beautiful
than her," she argued. I couldn't argue
further. I was supposed to protect her
interest above all and I think that was
the trap she intended roping me into.
Maybe she wanted to explore the depth
of my love for her.
"Yes you are," I said.
"I know. So who was that girl with
James in the car?" she asked.
"I don't know, never even saw her."
"What if your mum had seen him there
and he was even heading for a
restaurant sef."
"My mum don't go out on Sundays. And
besides, what were you doing when you
saw him?" I asked with a furrow to my
forehead. She blinked hard and I knew
she was trying to come up with a lie. I
had seen that look many times before.
"Eh?" she asked.
"Eh!" I replied.
"Ehen, I went out," she blurted out. I
twitched my mouth and puffed.
"With who? To where?"
"None of your business. Don't ask me,"
she replied, moving her face away from
my searching eyes and stealing glances.
"It is my fvcking business," I said as my
voice peaked slowly. I was vexed,
imagining another guy on my Chinaza.
"As what naa?" she asked with a hiss.
"Your unofficial husband."
She smiled and turned to me. "It was
that guy from long ago."
"The fluffy beards?" I asked and she
nodded. I bit my lips and lifted my son
to my laps, trying to send him straight
to sleep. A futile effort. She saw the
look in my face and for unknown
reasons she mellowed.
"He has been disturbing me for a long
time and I went to see him so he can let
me be," she explained, her hands on
my laps. "I even took Chinecherem
along," she added, rubbing the boys
head. My face lit and I fell on the bed
with roaring laughter. I couldn't
imagine a chic as tight as Chinaza
showing up to a date with a crying
baby in her hand. Even if I was the
father, I would be so pissed.
"What did he say?" I asked, trying to
stifle the laughter.
"He asked if the baby was mine and I
said no," she replied with a smile at the
corner of her face. "I told him it was
my boyfriend's baby."
I thought it was cute of her. She had
that bright smile on her face, the one
that often told me how high her love
for me at a moment is and I kid you
not, I love her too, very much maybe
much more than she actually loves me
but then, there were beautiful girls all
around and I love them too.
I held her hand and held her eyes with
mine. She squeezed my hands and
smiled.
"You know I love you very much?" I
asked and she nodded. "You know a lot
of other guys love and want you too?"
"Yes," she answered.
"But I need you more. They want you
and I need you. See the difference, want
and need," I said, emphasizing the
difference with gesticulation of my
hands. "Don't mind where I am today.
They are rich and I may be broke but I
will be rich tomorrow, I swear to you
and I will buy you the whole of Dubai
because you deserve it." She smiled and
I smiled too.
"I deserve more than Dubai for staying
with someone like you. It's not easy at
all."
"I know but we will start from Dubai
first," I said. She nodded and winked at
me. "Just one more thing."
"What?" she asked.
"Stop threatening to leave me. I don't
like it," I said.
"Stop chasing other girls."
"I stopped many years ago, I don't even
look at any other girls except you, my
mother, my sisters and my female
lecturers," I said and she laughed hard.
"You are a bloody liar," she said amidst
the laughter. "But I love you still and I
can't cheat on you because I am too
beautiful for that." I scoffed and she hit
my arm. "Shut up. I am very beautiful
and I am okay with just one stupid
playboy messing me up. I don't want
another one," she said. I kissed her
cheek and she pushed me away.
"I love you baby," I bassed and she
responded with an I love you too.
"Let's consummate our love for each
other," I said and she threw me a gaze
ladened confusion.
"How?" she asked.
"It's been a long time we really got to
know each other," I stammered, lacking
the proper words to convey my
message.
"How, stop talking to me like you are
still wooing me," she said.
"I mean it's been long we go on each
other. Make love?" I eventually said,
tying the words up like some computer
command prompt.
"Gerrout motherfvcker," she said with
a giggle, shoving me away with a push
to the chest.
"Come closer bïtch," I said. She laughed
and drew closer, all prepped for a pre-
intimacy with her beautiful fair boobs
shooting above the edge of her bra. I let
her fall into my arms and latched her
lips shut with my mouth.
"The babies, they are watching," she
said with a mouthful of kisses. I slipped
my fingers into her bra and pulled out
her hard boobs, I wanted all of her at
that instance. It had been a long time
we really had each other like we used
to.
"Let them watch. If they get curious,
they can try it with each other, after
all they are male and female for a
reason," I said.
"You are crazy," she giggled and bit my
lips, tearing my shirt away from my
body.
THE END
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