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Story: The Man I Married episode 15

THE MAN I MARRIED

Episode 15
the honeymoon of my marriage lasted for one week
until it was cut short by the devil. My husband was
to proceed to a one month leadership course as a
compulsory requirement for his ordination. He came
home that day from church after his departmental
meeting with a bag full of nice suits, packing shirts,
jeans, ties, wrist watch, socks, boxers, singlets, T-
shirts, shoes and lots more. I had budgeted
N100,000 to also buy him some of these things
before his journey to Lagos for the one month
course. I expected my husband to tell me about the
things in the bag but that didn’t happen for three
days rather he was trying to hide the bag from me.
I knew there was something about the bag that my
husband did not want to tell me. But I was careful
not to ask him so as not to terminate the
honeymoon in my marriage. I was restless and
highly agitated about the bag. Why will my
husband try to hide the bag away from me? What
is it about the bag? After awhile, I made up my
mind not to ask him whether he tells me about it
or not. But my curiosity and worry will not let me
be at peace. ‘Dear, I saw the bag you brought
home last week filled with clothes and other
material things but you’ve not told me anything
about it. I know you are not working at the
moment and I don’t know where you got money
from to buy all those things.’ His countenance
suddenly changed, ‘are you insinuating I stole the
money?’ he asked in anger. ‘No oh! I am not
saying you stole the money but I am just curious
about how you got them. I didn’t mean to offend
you dear just that I thought I have a right to know
everything about my husband.’ I could see the rage
on his face as he walked out on me without saying
anything further. I guess he remembered our deal
so he walked away in order not to fall into
temptation of ever lifting his hand against me.
That night he refused to talk to me even when I
made advances at him. But what have I said that
is too much? I asked myself. I feel like apologizing
to him but I asked myself, what have you done that
you wrong that you want to apologize?” So I left
him alone thinking he will come around sooner or
later. Through out that day, I was unhappy in the
office thinking of my husband and my marriage.
After three days my husband still refused to talk to
me. I decided I will break the silence after work
today. Whatsoever that will happen let it happen.
After all we have a deal he must adhere to or he
gets exposed of his past wickedness.
‘Dear, can you tell me where you got those things
from? If you have no skeleton in your cupboard,
why is it difficult to tell your wife where you got
those items from. I need an explanation now.’ I
demanded while my hands were stretched as if I
wanted to collect something from him. He looked
at me with irritation, ‘madam don’t make an issue
where there’s none, he said and picked his shirt
and was about walking out of me. ‘She bought
them for you right?’ I asked without looking his
side. ‘Who is the she you are referring to?’ He
asked. ‘Your girlfriend of course.’ He turned back,
‘are you accusing me of infidelity?’ He asked me. ‘If
she is not the one who bought them then tell me in
clear terms who did?’
He would have raised his hand at me with the look
of anger on his face but the deal kept his hands
down. He left the house that night and never came
back again until I left for work the following
morning. Satan took over my heart that day with
negative and evil thoughts. I have never suspected
him of cheating with me but his action is
questionable. Maybe my accusation is right, maybe
he has a girlfriend? But I think he’s too spiritual for
that. But who can tell, the heart of a man is
desperately wicked. Maybe he stole the church
money to purchase those things, I thought. But
who would have given him such things worth a
fortune?
I got home that day and noticed he had removed
the bag out of the house. For those days, he
refused to eat my food, touch me, talk to me or
even answer my greetings. He kept to the deal by
not beating but the malice was more painful than
the beating. I hate malice and especially from
someone close. His trip to Lagos for the one month
course is just three days ahead but I’ve not been
talking with my husband. The communication wall
between us grew taller. I don’t even know his plans
for the journey. This is back to square one minus
beating. Now it’s too late to stop him from being a
pastor, I had filled and submitted the form already.
I wept bitterly for the future of my marriage. He gave me the sweetness of marriage and sex and cut off in a jiffy. This is really hurting….

To be Continued….

Agason Boss
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Am Agason Boss, a Taraban Am a cartoonist/blogger I love and have passion for music as well

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