Always Visit www.NaijaCover.Com
Deciding to be of help can sometimes not be the best decision and may even comeback to haunt you. This I’ve come to learn the hard way, you know the ways of life are never easy.
My neighbour was washing her clothes that Saturday morning, as I returned from buying bread and hot akara that I wanted to eat for breakfast that morning. She greeted me and we gisted.
“These clothes I’m washing, I wonder what will happen to them, I’m about going out, and so too is my friend, my worry is that rain may fall and beat them,” she said.
Later in the afternoon, it started to rain, looked out of the window, her clothes were still outside, checked her place, she was not around and I hurriedly went and brought in her clothes for her.
When she came back in the evening, since she couldn’t find her clothes outside anymore, she knocked on my door, “Were you the one who took my clothes away,” she asked.
“Yes, I helped you bring them in,” I told her.
Some minutes later she came back, telling me she can’t find her pant among her clothes I gave her.
“But my pant was among the clothes I washed,” she said.
“If I wanted to steal your pant, why would I offer to bring in your clothes in the first place? Wouldn’t that amount to I exposing my game plan?” I replied her.
At the mention of that word Benz. A man in torn boxers and sagged “it-is-brown” singlet (because it was clearly no longer white) ran out of his room, charging in our direction and asking what the issue was, my neighbour told him and he started attacking me, saying, “if you don’t bring that pant out now, I will give you a very dirty slap, the kind of slap I will give you eh, it will be worse than the one Davido gave Kiss Daniel’s manager I swear.” He then touched the tip of his tongue with the tip of his index finger and raised it to the sky, muttering eh, in a bid to show that he meant business, because that clearly couldn’t serve as a show of force. And then he continued, “it’s either one of two things must happen, it’s either your cheek peels off and tattoos to my palm or my palm will tattoo on your cheek, choose one.”
“Mr. Man how can you be asking me to choose one between boiling oil and boiling water?” I asked him.
So I went further to defend myself telling him that, “In fact, is it your pant that is missing? The person whose pant is missing is not even convulsing the way you are, I know you are doing all of this to impress her, so that she will see you as a strong guy, but let me tell you one thing, even when that pant is found she will not let you get under it.”
That struck a chord in him, taken aback, but not wanting it to show. “What you just said shows that you are the one hiding that pant, you better bring it out, bring that pant out now!” he retorted.
Then my neighbour’s friend returned, asking what the fuss was all about and my neighbour explained to her, “Is that why you people have been quarrelling, heating up the whole house like an incinerator? Don’t worry babe, I’m the one that took it and wore it because I really needed to go somewhere,” she explained to my neighbour.
“Is it what you are wearing right now?” the man asked.
The man now embarassed said, “I’m only trying to settle the fight amicably.”
“It’s your type that will come to settle fight between husband and wife, and you will start asking the wife, ‘when last did you menstruate?’ My neighbour added.
What was worse? The man’s friend now came out of their room holding a pant with a stick asking, “Wetin woman pant de do for inside our room?”