By Segun Durowaiye

The new wife, Sade, continued her own lascivious confession after Diran stopped. She spoke with such excitement, not minding the catastrophic weight of her words, and much to the chagrin and bewilderment of her new husband: “In those days, in my secondary school I was nicknamed ‘The Cheerful Giver’ going by my passion for a turgid phallus. My male colleagues admired my generosity in matters of the heart and nicknamed me, ‘Miss Hot Pants’. I can’t remember several abortions I had way back in my secondary school days. Part three was my romance adventure in my university days.

I love real hunks! Men with strong and fleshy bodies attract me and always sweep me off my feet! Guys with macho and bulging biceps enthrall, excite and enchant me! My romance escapades at the university was interesting, I slept with almost all the guys I came across. Diran, you know something, all the lecturers too had a field day with me. You must either sleep with lecturers or you flunk your examinations. I was very generous with my womanhood for all those vulture-eyed lecturers. I really can’t remember the number of lecturers that dated me. Some of those lousy lecturers even nicknamed me, ‘The Big Boobs Of Academia.’

“Part four was during my National Youth Service Corps (NYSC). All my male colleagues at the camp had it with me. It was so exciting and interesting! It was one year of real, incredulous and invigorating love-making! The part five was when I got a job at Money First International Bank. All the managers had their way with me. It got to a point I thought I was going to marry the Bank Manager himself. He even promised to marry me, swearing in the process, but I knew he was only lying, like all the men I had dated in the past. Honey, to say the fact, I never knew I can be this lucky to marry such a cool and nice man like you! You’re such a lovely, level-headed and handsome…”

“Gbossa!!!” was the sound of the slap Diran gave his beautiful wife.

“You must be crazy! You filthy prostitute and whore! To hell with you!” he roared, with clenched fists.

“My cheek, Diran! You just slapped me?! What have I done to deserve this treatment?” Sade asked with bloodshot eyes. Before she could utter more words of protest, Diran descended on her and beat the living daylight out of her. She was battered, boxed, head-butted and molested! The screams of the new bride attracted neighbours that eventful midnight. It took almost one hour before sympathisers could open the door forcefully. The new bride was on the floor crying, with swollen eyes and thick lips. The bedroom was disorganised and in disarray. The groom, Diran Thompson, was livid with rage and fuming. He was so angry and embittered that he was visibly shaken and sweating. His new wife too was remorseless and adamant. They tore each other’s clothes and ranted gloomy threats.

“Nonsense! Filthy Prostitute! You are worse than Jezebel!” Diran sputtered in annoyance.

“When the day breaks we’ll see at the Court! I’ll sue for a divorce!” he growled and ranted.

“Go ahead! I’m ready for the worse! Shameless and irresponsible man!” Sade replied.

At the break of dawn, the new couple filed a divorce suit and went their separate ways. It became a big lesson to followers of the development that it is good to live a honorable and morally good life, devoid of dredges, unwholesome habits and debauchery.

Concluded.

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