At a time, things started to go well with me. I got a job in a ship in one of these rich oil states of Niger Delta. One day, we sailed to one of the oil rigs. Our ship belts at the shore of one of those villages along the coastal line.
In the evening, we observed that the villagers usually come to the river to take their bathe. Amongst those who came was this paragon of beauty lady. Her beauty can only be compared to that of an angel. Trust me, your guy. I started my love geography on her and before you know it, she had bowed to the superior fire powers from my sugar coated tongue! She gave me her phone number and her name. l took her photographs and also video her. Her name was Mantida.
From that moment, we started to chat joyfully. I told her that l would like to marry her. She agreed immediately. For me once again, it is either Mantida or no one else!
When l got back home, l told my parents that l have found my future partner. And l showed them both the photographs and the video. They told me that since God has blessed me, l should take a wife from amongst our village girls. I told them that her beauty can't be wished away just like that. I tried to convince them that her beauty would boosts both my ego and their ego.
Yes, nothing could be better than having an angelic looking woman as a wife! I believed that all my friends would envy me. But my parents would not listen to me. They insisted on our village girls. I told them that our village girls are too local and l won't like to have a local champion as a wife.
My patents told me that marriage is never based on beauty but character. They said that many evils hide themselves under the shelter of beauty so that they can trap their victims easily. My parents said that beside that, there may be a problem of cultural differences.
Within three months everything was ready. The marriage date was fixed. As we were about to go, my mother said, "We don't prevent a child from growing a protruding teeth, provided he or she will have enough lips to cover it". I told her, "Mama, tell that to the birds!"
All our family members and my friends and most of our village people went. The ceremony was held in a very big and open secondary school venue. It was filled to its capacity. Both sons and daughters of the village who were in diaspora came. Everything went on smoothly with hundreds of people videoing the event both conventional media and social media. Content creators and bloggers as well.
After the main things have been done, the father of my wife climbed on a high platform and he addressed the people saying, "Distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen. You are all welcome to this historical occasion. Now, we are going to the most crucial aspect of our marriage tradition which is the cord of the marriage.
We are now going to call the newly married couple to come forward to that foam that is before us so that they can demonstrate to us that they can produce healthy children for their future life. Our beautiful daughter will strip herself naked and lie down and our in-law will also strip himself naked and make love to her publicly. We want to see their lovely skills. We expect our son in-law to twist his waist rigorously and put up a brilliant performance. It is also for us to see how powerful his "Fine Boy" can perform. Whether it is the capable one or not".
Before, we could say Jack Robinson, my wife Mantida had gone to the foam. She took off her dress exposing her succulent breasts and then, her wrappers and the crowd yelled. She was about to take off her pants when l quickly rushed down to stop her. And a priest came up to me and said, "Our in-law, don't even try that or the gods will strike you dead! It is our tradition. Now, take off your clothes and mount her, time is running out!"
l turned to her father and said, "But sir, what type of cultural differential is this? How can l strip myself naked publicly and make love to my wife in full view of thousands of people, both social media and conventional media and content creators? They will use me to make blue film? You can't do that". And the father said, "My in-law, you see, there is nothing that we can do at this stage. It is either you do it or the gods will strike you dead".
Immediately some heavily built young men came forward to undress me by force and l saw my family members and my friends and village people leaving to board their vehicles back home leaving me behind. I shouted to them, "My father! My mother! My friends and my village people, why have thou forsaken me!" I told the men that l can't do it and they said that l should tell that to the birds!!
NA THERE, I SHOUT SAY, I GO DIE OOOO!
LATE OBEDIENCE IS THE FIRST CHILD OF REGRET!