What happened to respect for the
matrimonial bed?
My neighbor is a young beautiful lady
living with her seemingly young and not bad looking boyfriend. They call each
other hubby and wifey. Am always soo proud of ‘wifey’ because she is a
very organized and clean lady. There are always sweet aromas of food coming
from their house. She does laundry for both effortlessly. She is basically a
wife material judging from what I see. Why I mentioned laundry is because some of
us me included have to secure help from one of those mamas to do laundry and
many other chores. We aren’t lazy we just create employment.. heheh
I had always admired them and prayed
that God blessed their union.
Shock on me when one day the dear hubby
decided to chat me on whatsup. Haha!!
I was always told that it’s not
advisable that a single lady stays alone. She will get all sorts of suitors. I
guess I had attracted one, and the wrong one for that matter, for myself. I do live a very private life and I
always thought no one really noticed me. Yeah right!
So my dear neighbor decided
that I don’t have enough series and movies in my house and offered to treat the
damsel out for a movie. I almost fainted. To top it up, he requested to bring
me lemon flavoured vodka that we can enjoy together. No idea which brand he had
and in who’s house it was be enjoyed in but following the conversation, it was
clear that he was busy inviting himself to my dear humble aboard. I was
showered with lotsa compliments and all along never responded. First, because I
was terribly offended and shocked at his guts and secondly because me being me,
I don’t entertain such bullsh**
I thought silently “why can’t you at
least respect the person who warms your bed on a daily basis or at least makes
your meals so you can gain energy to enable you see other damsels. I was lost for word and
so many things crisscrossed my mind. Terrible things I can confess.
I didn’t know whether to laugh it off
or yell soo loudly for the heavens to open and swallow him. My instincts told
me to brush it off and I did. I lengad all those tuweird messages and emojis,
whoever invented them *sigh.
So the other day as I was coming from enjoying
dinner with my friends, I heard someone walking sluggishly behind me. I hastened
my steps for the fear that someone might be after my dear me. When I opened my
door, I felt confident enough to look behind and check who it was that was thirsty
for my blood or chondo, tsst! Kumbe it’s my dear neigbour. He had picked some shenanigan
to come and calm his balls. Damn!! My blood was boiling. And to top it up he
was bringing her to his house that they share with the wifey. I felt so sorry
for him. I was soo temped to text the wifey and tell her to come home and burst
this cheating bust*** but then again I realized I did not have an idea of their
arrangement. And as they say, don’t meddle in the issues of two people who
sleep together, like literally.
I coiled my tail and safely locked my
door and prayed to God to give me the grace to forget and move on. And also to
not allow me have nightmares stabbing him….hehe
#chroniclesangryadvise: Wanaume
mtatuonyesha mambo. Tafadhali peleka your side hustle mahali ingine sio
nyumbani kwa bibi. Heshima si utumwa.
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