His Perfect Wife

I dropped all the firewood I had picked at once. My back felt stiff but that was a too normal feeling after walking the usual distance with that amount of firewood on your head. I sighed as I tried my best to stretch my back, trying my best to get enough mobility to my back. I would need it for the rest of my chores. Finally feeling satisfied I bent down to gather the firewood and take them to where they should be. It wasn’t like my aunty cooked with firewood. There were two kerosene stoves inside, the firewood was for cooking her cassava and the preparation for fufu that I mostly took care of. “Cheta”, I heard my name being called, i hurried out of the outside kitchen to the front of the house. There the older woman stood with her usual grim face, she almost never smiled. I was used to it. She also barely had any reasons to. “Are you done with gathering firewood?”, she asked me. “Yes, they are in the kitchen now”. She nodded in satisfaction. “You need to get the bag of cas

Time flew. From the moment I agreed to the marriage and Aunty took me to the market to at least get something presentable for it. To when the elders and his people shared kola and drank wine as a sign of agreement of peace. I barely had any time to rethink my decision. Even though I would have still arrived at the same decision, yet I wished I had more time, more time to myself. To meditate on what this meant for me, to think of how I would manage. I didn’t have enough time. Before I knew it I was married under the laws of customs. In the eyes of my people, I was already a married woman. At the age of 21 married a man I did not know. A Mrs was placed before my name within only 2 days, I didn’t have enough time to keep my title of Ms. I was now Mrs Kingsley, a name I was only aware of a few hours ago. I didn’t know how to feel, what to feel. “Mma”, I heard my new husband call, making me turn around to face him. His voice was just as it usually was, smooth and deep. Smooth enou

Her moaning made me fight myself not to kiss her. When her eyes shut closed and she chewed on a piece of food, a beautiful sound escaped her that I wished I could cause and hear at will. When my hands touched her smooth skin, her skin betrayed her and it tinted itself with red. I was glad she had skin that could tell me how she felt. I didn’t know how I got so mesmerized by a woman so quickly, but I didn’t care to fight it. As she sat on my lap and was tasting new food, I just watched her. I felt bliss. For most of my life, I worked day and night. On one thing or another, either taking steps to my goals or when my goals were accomplished I fought to stay on top. Yet with I felt the most relaxed I had been for years, her smile was all I wanted to fight for. The thought of her brought me so much relief and peace that I couldn’t think of her away. Despite the fact she didn’t know me, besides the fact she was practically sold by her aunt she wasn’t hostile or rude. She was anythin

I wasn’t sure for how long I was ‘shopping’ for. I had replaced my basket for a bigger one and now the bigger basket was replaced with a cart. He said to get whatever intrigued me, despite the fact that allot of things here intrigued me and I couldn’t get the whole shop. I carried items that were non perishable. I took some hair care products I had never seen before and all had good promises for natural hair. I got some snacks from the edibles sections, sweet things ranging from ‘cookies’ to just sweets and chocolates and ‘gummy bears’. I even got to the children’s section and was intrigued by a teddy bear and got that as well. Currently I was on the isle that had perfumes. My eyes had been wondering for a while, though many intrigued me, I wasn’t too keen on getting a scent that was too harsh or something I wouldn’t like. I couldn’t force myself to spray it till it was finished. Finally I saw two scents that did, making me pause in my tracks. Vanilla. The scent was familiar.

Somehow within the night, I ended up with my husband’s strong arm wrapped around me while my back touched his bare back. It felt good. He felt warm. Even with the blanket wrapped around me, I was still freezing. But when I felt his arms arms around me. I felt myself just melt into his warmth. He didn’t pull away even once. I was too light a sleeper to miss that. His grip around me stayed that way all through the night. From time to time he would move his head, or he would pull me even closer(if that were even possible). But that aside he didn’t let go. This morning when he finally pulled away and I felt a kiss on my cheek, my eyes slowly peeled open to the site of him. I watched his bare and perfectly sculpted back as he made his way towards what seemed like the bathroom. I sat up and yawned tiredly, adjusting to the little sunlight that lit his room. The room was less cold, I looked around trying to find the AC and then smiling when I realized it was off. “Did I wake you?”,