Chapter 1: The Pant Shame

In order to force me to buy a wedding house for my brother-in-law, my wife actually went next door to wash underwear for the male neighbour.

Ehn, for this Makurdi where everybody dey mind him own business, my own wife dey wash pant for another man, just so I go feel guilty! This kain thing dey happen for obodo Naija? Shame just dey catch me as I remember am. For this Makurdi, if dem hear say your wife dey wash another man pant, na your respect go vanish for street.

I look Auwalu babe—fine girl. I dey reason, if na my money go marry woman like this, e no better make I enjoy am myself?

The thought dey make my head dey turn. Sometimes e be like say person dey do mumu for this life. Why I no just chop better life for myself?

All night I no sleep, dey turn for bed, dey ask God if na so marriage suppose be. So the next day, I divorced my wife, carried the property deed, and went to the marriage registry with my brother-in-law’s fiancée.

My mind no dey rest, but at least I fit breathe air wey no dey choke person for once.