Narrative of a man on Valentine’s day
This new neighbor of mine parked into our compound with his newly married wife. They were busy flaunting kisses every where. On the stair case, toilet, inside the car, outside the compound even on the road.
At times, they will kiss to the extent, i and my wife would think any moment they might get naked and ravish themselves.
Compelled by this recent development, i decided to spice my own love and sex life before my wife starts feeling somehow about us.
I came back home to meet my wife in the kitchen. She had her wrapper tied to her breast as usual. I slowly tip toed passed her, heading for our bedroom.
I walked into our bedroom, and dressed the bed. I changed the white bulbs to red. I scattered red and white flowers on the floor, and arranged red candles round our bed, placing some candles in the centre of the rug carpet.
I pulled off my cloth and wore a white and red trouser to match with the moment.
I was arranging the bottle of wine and bouquet of flowers in a small bucket, when my wife opened the bedroom door to see every where in red.
‘chimmmooo! Praise, you are now a ritualist .’ my wife shouted.
She opened the door and ran out. I chased her behind to explain.
‘Eva i can explain, stop!’ i shouted as i ran out shirtless with just my red and white trouser”
I was chasing Eva with a red candle in my hands and i didn’t even know.
Our new neighbors saw my wife zoom passed them in a flash. Moments later , they saw me with a red candle and red trousers running towards them.
On seeing me, they removed their shoes and ran out of the gate, chasing my wife behind….
My wife’s family and i, have been gathered for over 2hrs now. We are all receiving marriage counseling from pastor Jeff … My surprise romance may have put me in trouble.
But then, I learnt something from this very experience. Fear anything red.
Happy valentine

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