Husband material

Women say they love men who can cook and share in the house chores. Fine argument. I agree because, if both sexes now earn money for the house then, both MUST share in the chores.

Yes, I  agree. Goan hug transformer if you disagree. Smh! 😂

And here I am. A 'husband material' who, in addition to being able to do the 'manly' chores like splitting firewood, repairing the thatched roof, carrying the heavy loads, killing snakes and spiders, being the one to open the door and take the blows when the robbers visit, etc, I can also do the womanly chores like cooking. My sisters taught me well.

However, I've been in the 'eligible market' now, for two years, asking for a rich woman to propose, to come and marry me. But, non has come up with a ring. Even those that are not yet rich. Non has come up. They keep ignoring me.

The last time I nearly got one to marry me, makes me cry, shaa. She wasn't rich. Just a  fresh graduate. But, she still turned me down. She wasn't even that beautiful. Smh!

I met her at Nkwo market where both of us managed to price down a tuber of yam from one of those heartless traders who infest nkwo market.

I was at my humble, 'husband material'  best, trying to impress her. And 'true true,' she started falling for me after we finished our shopping and I told her that as a 'male feminist,'  I'd be the best man for her, that I'd cook and change diapers and clean, in addition to doing my manly responsibilities.

She was all smiles as I reeled out how I'd build a beautiful family with her. We were in my  small car and it all seemed to be working fine and, she kept laughing, in spite of the dust that coated out faces. She laughed until we got to her father's house where I  dropped her off.

I watched the wind play with her hair and felt a deep thrill as she swayed her hips, this way and that, walking towards her father's gate. I  had finally found a wife. Glory!

How wrong was I? 😧

Fast forward, some months later, after the initial 'wine carrying' and traditional rites and my fiancée left me. She left me. Just like that. No warning. I only got to see that she was about to wed someone else at the newspaper stand at Nkpọr junction.

She left me for a 'Malay' boy who had stormed the town,  with a barrage of land cruisers, at about the same time I met her.

The funny thing is that this 'Malay'  boy is one of those chauvinistic boys who can't even boil water. Smh.

The egusi soup is a proof that this story is not fiction.