Chapter 8

Our last argument had resulted to a cold war in the house, the romance was gradually dying off as we no longer kissed before stepping out or coming in, we stopped eating together, backing each other on bed, saying goodnight prayers together, greeting each other was becoming traditional, not romantic anymore to fulfill all righteousness. Our new family culture had adjusted for a couple of days with no one willing to apologise, I should have apologized, but she doesn't have sufficient evidence to hold on; rather, her accusations were based on mere suspicions.

On the other hand, it has been a verbal tussle with Bunmi, as I have lambasted her at every slight opportunity over her contributions to the issues I am having with my family. I was gradually losing it because the proceeds gotten from Bunmi meant nothing compared to the volume of love lost in my family. I sincerely want a reconciliation with my wife but needed a more soft landing to avoid her wrath. For the second time of the week, I had skipped my sexual duties with Bunmi because of the rancor.

I sat somewhere in town to drink a few bottle of beer to clear my head of the emotional debris in it, yet Bunmi kept calling repeatedly, like her internal organs were with me. I rushed my glass of Heineken and headed for Bunmi's private lodge because I really needed to pour out my mind to her. On arrival, I expected the impatient Bunmi to instruct her guards to beat me up but that was not the case, as she ignored like I never existed.

Rather, she paid keen attention to the little lad, who probably would be twice her age, seriously massaging and caressing her. The young lad continued with his sexual escapades, winkling at me at intervals, trying to show me how good he is. This was pretty irritating, painful and partially disrespectful, as I felt some atom of jealousy seeing another man eat up the ever-fleshy and juicy Bunmi. I tried paying blind eyes to this movie because it was too obvious that it was a trap, but Mr. P£nis, who most times is senseless to Virgina Bait, kept salivating even in the face of disgust.

I went back to the works of the great Philosopher Socrates "Man Knows thyself.". I quickly made adjustment to my thoughts and told her I had come to drop my resignation letter and was not interested in any form of entanglement with her anymore. "She smiled and asked if that's all I wanted?" I said "yes". Your wish is my command, handsome, you can drop your resignation on the table, you can see am busy servicing what matters most to me, ensure you drop all company property with the HR tomorrow, "she instructed and asked me to use the exit".

My legs were stiff to the ground as I couldn't make any move from where I was; all I needed was a push so that I could leave where I was. I felt used, useless and worthless while I shamefully walked away. I drove down home to meet my family, Getting home, my two-year-old daughter rushed up to me and said, Daddy, mummy is crying, Why are you beating my mummy? I carried her on my arms and said your mummy is not crying; she used water to wash her face, My daughter kept looking at me in an unusual manner as I tried distracting her with other things to take her mind away from the drama.

At 2am I woke my wife up to have a word with her, I finally broke the news of my resignation to her, She shouted like someone had died, Sorry for the inconveniences and unhappiness my job had caused this home. However, for the interest of this family, which comes first before any other thing, I will look out for something else so that we can all have peace and end all these insecurity tussle "Bayo said". Why will you quit your job? How do you expect us to pay our bills? How come you decided to take this decision alone without considering the family state? My wife started her interrogations.

Hey babe, this is not an issue we have to debate over; at least everything else can return to normal now and we can all live in peace "Bayo said". Babe, I am sorry, I didn't mean you should resign, I was only jealous and suspicious with your regular movement with Bunmi, I wasn't insinuating that you both have an affair, please don't quite your job " she cried and apologized, taking all the blame again".

The following morning, my wife stole Bunmi's number on my phone because we share passwords; she texted and pleaded with Bunmi to please take me back on the job, which Bunmi acknowledged and promised to give due consideration. That same morning I drove to the office to submit all company's property within my possession, After successful documentation, the HR requested I take the letter to Bunmi to acknowledge, which I did.

I stepped into her office and greeted her formally, like we have never seen behind closed doors; she responded in the same manner and acted professionally. After she had signed the resignation and other documents, she requested I sit briefly; she powered her projector and laptop and requested I see a few clips of the current unemployment statistics in the country. I obliged, raising my head; it was a sex video of Bunmi and me, beginning from our first sex to the numerous sex rumbles we have had. She brought her phone and showed me her call log, claiming she spoke with my wife earlier, but she was a bit reserved with some information; however, she had prepared one tape to be sent to her, so I can live in her office now and go home and watch my new movie with my beloved wife. Home is no home when peace doesn't abide there; any where is home as long as your heart lies there, I began to trek the streets of Lagos like a nomad because I couldn't go home. He who chooses to eat with the devil must do so with a long spoon.