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Wife: Darling

Husband: yes my dear.

Wife: Im tired of having you drive me around, I think it’s time for you to buy me a car.

Husband: (to himself) Goodness gracious.

Wife: You said what?

Husband: Nothing really. I’ll get it for you asap okay.

Wife: Thanks darling. (Pecks his cheek)


2 weeks later

Wife: Darling,

Husband: yes dear, are you alright?

Wife: No, I don’t like my car.

Husband: (astonished) what happened to it? Is it having issues?

Wife: No, its a small car. I prefer your jeep.

Husband: Really? Wow!

Wife: Let me use your jeep at least so people can know how much you care and value me.

Husband: (to himself) should I do this?

Husbands mind: Let her be abeg with her wahala.

Husband: Alright, the car key is on the shelf.

Wife: Thanks darling.

1 week After

Wife wrecks the car's aesthetics.

Wife: Darling, your car is not fine, please give me back mine.

Husband: But you are the one who wrecked it.

Wife: People don’t drive well these days, I shouldn’t suffer for their mistakes.

Husband obliges.

1 week After

Wife wrecks her car's aesthetics

Wife: Darling I don’t like our cars, we need to sell them off and change them.

Husband: (grips his chest as he swallows hard) change why

Husbands mind: change bawo, e be like say this woman chop winch oh. U no tell am your own winch dem born you with am wetin be this na?

Wife: because they are not fine again.

Husband: Don’t worry I will spray the car. It will be as good as new. What colour do you want it in?

Wife: (smiles) pink.

Husband: Done.


2 days later after the car was spray painted

Wife: (looks at her car) Darling, you need to change my car.

Husband: (grips his chest and checks his temperature) what is it dear?

Husband’s mind: I don tell you say make I... Make I... Inshort... I don comot.

Wife: I don’t like the colour.

Husband: But you chose the colour.

Wife: I want a lexus.

Husband: But you own a mercedez benz what more can a wife ask for?

Wife stomps out in anger, she shouts as she leaves, ‘I’lll take a taxi, eat the ugly car'

Husband looks at you in horror: (to you) What do I do?

Husband’s mind: If na me ehn... I for don...

Husband(looks around, then looks at you): Why is my mind speaking pidgin?


The Art of being content is a matter of the heart's content. This Is a mystery mastered by the masters... 😐





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Comments

Unknown said…
Wow, powerful and funny
March 30, 2021 at 3:25 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice! It looks real. I just like the scenes.....
March 31, 2021 at 8:54 AM
Ken said…
Nice! It looks like real scenario. I just like the scenes.A husband should like this kind of wife, who uses her poor knowledge about automobile to disturb him.
March 31, 2021 at 8:58 AM
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