After a year of marriage, Jane my beautiful wife became pregnant with our first child. We lived happily as man and wife from this point, and our love grew stronger with each passing day. Each time I looked at her as the pregnancy progressed, I feel very satisfied and happy that I going to become a father very soon.
As the pregnancy progressed, I worked hard to ensure we could afford the best facilities for the birth. I showered my darling wife with much love by making sure she had all she needs and eat whatever she likes to eat. We were living happily with so much love until when she reached 7 months of pregnancy and started acting weird and making weird demands in the name of craving.
You cannot drink Garry and Egusi soup, and that in the middle of the night. I had never heard of such a thing. All this started making me very angry. I am only a man and knew nothing about pregnancy cravings.
My wife reported me to my mother when she came to visit us one weekend. She sobs as she told my mother how I am not supporting her nor care about her cravings as a pregnant woman. Before my mother left, she spoke to me privately and told me to always support my wife and satisfy her cravings for the baby's sake.
I obeyed my mother's advice and started attending to my wife's demands though most of them were strange, but all in the name of love.
Then one day, after returning from Sunday church service and we have finished eating our lunch of stew rice and chicken, I settle down in the sitting room to watch the premier league football match between Chelsea and Manchester united.
I was only 20 minutes into the game when my wife called on me, "honey I want to eat". I pretended not to hear her as I don't want anything to disturb me while watching the match. In my mind, all I was thinking about was how Chelsea must win the match.
Before I could turn my face to look at her, the woman started crying profusely, and in her usual manner she throws her hands up in the air and cry more. I quickly went to her and asked "what is the matter?" She sobs like a baby and said "I want to eat fresh okra soup and pretty creyfish without oil, pepper, salt, and other seasonings." "Can you please prepare it for me quickly" she added and cry more.
"But, we don't have okra or creyfish at home, how can I prepare it for you?" I asked. Her reply to me this time was more pathetic. With water running out from her nose like a tap that refused to stop, she sobbed more and cry bitterly as if she is in labor pains.
I couldn't wait anymore for someone to tell me what to do. I grabbed my car key from the table and dashed out like a mad man. I didn't apply the break while driving to the local foodstuff market near my house until I get there. I got the fresh okra and creyfish and made my way back home in less than 15 minutes.
While driving back home, I started hating and blaming myself. "Why did I get this woman pregnant so soon?" Now Chelsea is going to loose again" I fumes. "I swear , after this child is born, I will never touch this woman again. Even if she open her legs wide from East to North , if I knack again make I bend" I hit the car at top gear as it makes some funny noise as if it has been listening to all I had said to myself.
I alighted from the car immediately as I got home and went straight to the kitchen to prepare the fresh okra with pretty creyfish soup for my madam who is now calm and watching Zee world and waving her head to the rhythm of the music.
I rushed into the kitchen without saying a word to her, and in another 30 minutes the okra soup was ready. I heave a sign relief that I can now continue watching my Chelsea and Manchester united match in peace. But that was not to be, as I was yet to witness another pregnancy craving drama.
I hurriedly pass her the plate of soup and grab the TV remote to turn it back to premier league channel. I thought she would drink the soup all in one go judging by the way she was crying and sobbing for it. She dipped one finger into the soup and try to lick it. She squeezed her face as if she had just taken a bitter pill.
"The soup is not sweet" She said. Ah! With my bands on my head I said "How can a soup without ingredients be sweet? Should I take it away?" I asked!
"Leave it" she said and begin to sob all over again as she continue to lick the soup gradually. I was about to return to my seat when she screams aloud, "I will drink Malt now".
Malt again, after okra soup? Thank God we have Malt at home in the fridge. i rushed to the fridge to get the Malt, and before I returned she has dozed off and sleeping soundly on the sofa. I was looking at the Malt in my hand like a fool. I vowed I will never experience this kind of thing again in my life.
Two years has passed, our child has grown up so quickly, and Jane my wife is looking more beautiful than usual. She has just finished taking her night bath and went into the bedroom while I was still seeing a movie on the TV.
"Honey, can I have your attention please?" That was Jane calling!
I got up to see what she wanted me to do for her. Here I am again, Jane is all stack naked lying on the bed. I don't need anyone else to tell me what she wanted. "If I don't knack her make I bend". Something must kill a man!
This story is fictional and do not represent anything that happened anywhere.
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