Oh My Husband - S01 E21

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Oh My Husband - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

SHOULD I ATTACK

This time, I won’t rush inside, I can’t come and fall inside the drainage the second time. My village people can’t succeed.

Neither am I going to rush to him and the girls, two are stronger than one. I must get it right today.

I decided to concentrate on my footsteps and the door. I know myself, if I keep staring at them, that monster husband will draw me like magnet, I might end up breaking that bottle on his stubborn head.

As I walked past them, I heard them laughing…. trouble is sleeping, foolishness wants to wake it.

I won’t respond, with trembling hands, I open the door and my trembling feet dragged me inside. I dropped my bag and notepad on the floor not too far from the main entrance, I stood there confused as to what to do exactly but later went straight to my room. The guest room.

This is the time to strategize, I didn’t fall into the drainage, I didn’t stumble or fall. Now I can plan my next move to teach these people that my house is my territory.

I can go into the kitchen and boil hot water, that will not take long. I’ll just go upstairs and through the window pour it over them. I can already see their scrabbling for safety like rabbits. Quickly I went to the kitchen to boil water.

While I waited for the water to boil, it occurred to me that if the water falls on sensitive parts, or if they run to the main road and die, I will end up in prison. Why should I go to prison over another person’s wickedness?

Now I need a different plan, eerrmmm, what can I do now, I need to make it so savage that everyone who hears it would know that you don’t mess with a woman like me.

Yeah, I can pour yam flour on them. That would make a statement. It won’t kill them, but everywhere they go, they will carry the stain. So, I brought out the yam flour. And ensured it was in a bucket that would make it easy to offload the contents on their head.

I must get this right. I can’t make another mistake or blunder. I can’t mistakenly pour it on myself or be too slow and I need evidence.

I decided to go to my room, get the phone and record the flour pouring session. I’ll upload it to the internet and ensure bloggers pick it up. This is a show down today.

Joy had been toyed with and made a laughing stock. Today the table turns and I take charge. Today I won’t be irrational. I will be meticulous.

On my way to my room, I saw my bag and notepad on the floor, as I picked it, I saw what I jotted down.

MY NEW RESOLUTION

• Be blind

• Be dumb

• Be abnormally normal

• Pour so much love

Does the yam flour pouring expedition fall into any of these four points? No! no!! no!!! I can’t allow these points to stop me today.

I threw the notepad away. I ran into my room, banging the bed. No! no!! no!!!. I need to do something.

Aaarghhhh!!! Why must things be so complicated?

These girls and this man can’t go Scott free. They can’t escape. I need to prove to them that I am the queen of this territory.

Hmmmm, I am the queen, queens are dignified people. Queen don’t fight.

All the group members in the marital discipleship can’t hear that I fought. Baba Jay will be disappointed too.

OH Jesus, please help me. What should I do?

Just then the perfect plan dropped into my heart, wow, this is ingenious.

This will make a statement at the same time deal seriously with these girls. This will break his ego and it’s an abnormal reaction.

Oya leggo….