.......Women! Women can pretend! Ok, I want you to follow me on this
story line. My London client is a gentle giant! He is a good ball juggler, he dribbles
like our own ‘Jay-jay’ Okocha , that is his character on the football field.
Please don’t bother to ask me how he performs on ‘bedmatic’, that is my private
life.
My guy opened up to me on the issues between himself and his estrange wife....enjoy
it:
‘My wife is an advanced lady, about 51 years old, mother of lovely four
children and a grandmother. I met her as a divorcée, she already have lovely
three kids then, she was lovely and caring, our relationship was normal, as for me , am a
divorcee too. She was a practising Muslim before she converted to Christianity
....to me she look perfect; but in her own mind I am the most stupid husband in
the whole world! To cut the long story short, we got married and we were
blessed with a lovely handsome boy, Junior.
Personally, I try my very best to make her and our children happy. I
have a good club and my salary and allowance are fantastic, hence we live and
enjoy a wonderful together. We go to vacations together, gifts all the time,
and I even bought her a BMW 5 series as her own personal car.
She requested for my permission to start a small scale business of ‘buy
and selling’ of African fabrics from
Swiss and Holland to resell it in London, I saw it as a good idea, and I supported her business idea. She was really
doing fine, lots of profit and good turn-over.
I never, noticed any foul play, she remain loving and caring, she
performs her role at home as a dedicated wife, mother and grandmother. We made
love often ....and thing seems normal.
One day she told me that her friend younger brother is coming from
Nigeria to stay, and her friend seeks our help to please accommodate the boy...at
first I rejected the idea of accommodating Nigerian boy coming straight from
Nigeria.....the reason being that Nigerian youths are always on fast lane. The
drug and yahoo-yahoo are too rampant and I don’t want anybody to drag my name
on the floor, because I am a public figure, an international footballer.
Not to talk much, she talk to me, cajoled me, use the woman tactics on
me at the end I succumbed! The boy eventually arrived, 26 year old boy, an age
grade of my wife second child. At first the boy was very obedient, doing thing diligently
...with his gentle attitude, I decided to find a job for him so that he can be
able to stand on his own within short period.
As a footballer, I have a schedule of training; I will train very early
in the morning from 5am till 7 am and 5pm to 7pm. And whenever we have a match to
play, that takes much of my time. I will leave home very early in the morning
and came back very late. However, I never knew that my wife has been having illicit
affairs with this small boy of his second child age!
One day I left home very early for a workout but my car developed
technical fault along the way, I called
my garage to pick the car up, haven't wasted much time on the road, I decided to
return home impromptu, alas! I met the
small boy on top of my wife in our matrimonial bed making love together! ....dear,
I felt like committing suicide!
On that day, I pack my entire bag and baggage’s then moved into our club
guest house!’’
Ha! Am speechless at the moment........I need to take cup of coffee..
Muahhhhhhh.....Live from London.
To be continued...........
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