No truer words were ever spoken than that of a lover who climaxes and still cuddles his partner in the dark of the night, whispering words of assurance and pure soulful feelings. I tell you. He tells her of his undying love, of a kind of love, he chooses to give. Wholeheartedly I must say.
He reveals the secrets of his heart in bits as if to say them in a mere sentence. It is left to his lover to take them all in. Her intuition detects no lie. To say she loves him back, how can words quantify the feelings she has for him?
A slow warm kiss on his nipple arouses his pure lust. She trails her fingers gently in the dark to his perineum, his spot. Only she knows this, a trigger for foreplay. In the darkest hour of the night, secrets shared, vows spoken, love made, emotions muddled, happiness felt.
It could have been a one-night stand but with her, only her, it can never be. She was his and none other to share. Kolajade was a frustrated married man who sought to find peace in the arms of another woman he wished was his wife instead of Bolutife. When he met Bolutife, he never thought his life was going to turn out the way it did, a spiral into crashing. He thought he saw a life full of promises of peace and beauty nonetheless, he had his pretty beast for a life partner in form of a woman.
‘You impotent bastard, where are you coming from by this time of the night?’ Bolu sprang to her feet with the frying pan in her hand ready to attack. This was the usual warm welcome to the already frightened husband. One would simply say that Kola was an unfortunate man. If only he had listened to his father and uncles, maybe he would have been saved from the life draining woman. Kola was a faithful lover until he realized that Bolu used sex to control him and abused him.
A man being abused by his wife was an unlikely story to share with anyone even if it was their family priest. Ridicule to manhood. This was a taboo that is hardly spoken about so, why should he be the first man to complain about what he was passing through? Bolu is a petite fine woman. No more description could ever bring out the true beauty of her soul. On the outside, the couple was a perfect match but unknown to see eyes of the public, their marriage was a battlefield championed by an amazon lady.
There was a rumor in their church and neighbourhood that Bolu used jazz on her husband. It was said that Bolu, the ill-starred lady deemed it fit to marry a man whom she could control since she was a leader in her witch kingdom and it was only manifest in the real world since she has no children of her own and the husband seems to be afraid even at the mention of her name.
Anyway, all could not be a bad fate for Kola. One fateful evening after work, he met a beautiful girl who caught his attention and heart, Aliya, he was half drunk when he smiled at her. At this point, it couldn’t be clear if Kola chose the better part of his wit or it was a beginning of anguish he couldn’t foresee.
Written by Theo Ekah