Mrs Clara could not just imagine what attracted her husband to the poor house help. But the more she thought about it, the more she got confused. And the fact that her husband would not say anything beyond his apology troubled her the more.
Her Husband was the general manager of one of the country™s leading
banks, and his wife was the human resource manager of the nations
topmost insurance company. They had been married for 15 years. He was a
respected elder of their church, and the youth looked up to him as a
role model. His humility and modest disposition, despite his position,
were simply matchless. And his moral uprightness was unquestionable.
In a world where all men are often tarred with the same brush with
regard to fidelity, Clar
So she could not just understand what came over him to have stooped so
low to have an affair with this stark illiterate who possessed nothing
to attract even the wildest and indiscriminate womaniser.
It was the fear of hiring a house help could entice her husband that
she decided against engaging Audrey, the senior high school dropout who
looked a bit more presentable than Nana Aba. her husband could also not
understand why he could not tame himself against his own house help
after he had endured some of the most tempting women of his life.
He had caused the transfers of two of his personal secretaries and
requested that he would no longer work with any female secretary because
of their seductive tendencies. The most tempting of all was his nightly
encounter with, Mavis, the sexy national service lady from the
communications unit of his bank, who once travelled with him Â for a
Despite his ability to ward of these kinds of mounting pressures from
women, He fell for Aba, his house help, when there was practically no
temptation. It was a Saturday afternoon and his wife was attending the
speech and prize-giving day of her alma mater. Aba had just prepared an
early lunch of plantain and stew and he really relished it so much.
After the meal, he called her to pour him a glass of fruit drink from
the refrigerator, after which he complimented her cooking.
It was when she turned to go that he could not hold back what he had
developed for her of late. He asked her where she was going and she said
she was going to take her bath. He then instructed her to hurry up and
see him for a discussion, to which she respectfully obliged and took her
bath in a matter of five minutes. When she finished he was in his
bedroom and invited her in. It was too unusual of him but she could not
object to it. â€œDo you have a boyfriend? he asked Aba, after asking her
to sit on the bed. She shook her head shyly and he went ahead to ask
whether she sometimes felt like having a man.
She was too confused to answer. He asked again and she nodded. â€œI like
you, he Â said and held her close to himself. She was too frightened to
protest until he began to undress her. Thereâ€™s nothing to fear. It
will be over soon, he assured her and went ahead to peel off her
Are you in your dangerous days, he asked.
No, Sir, Aba said without taking time to understand what it meant. She
lay like a piece of log and endured it, for she was too frightened to
enjoy anything. It happened once and he could not bring himself to
continue, for guilt had already dispossessed him of his manly prowess.
He ordered her to get up and dress.
He then handed her 6000 Naira notes, which shocked her even more than
the affair. She was reluctant to take it until he said, Take it. Buy
yourself a new pant. He had seen that not only had her otherwise white
pant become brown, but it had also been overused and he nearly tore it
into pieces in his hurry. Mr Appau became traumatised and fasted for the
forgiveness of his sins and was almost recovering when the seed he had
sown two months earlier began to manifest.
His insistence that the pregnancy should not be aborted infuriated his
wife, and was the cause of her never-ending abuse for days. To his
dismay, however, she woke him up in the middle of one night to apologise
to him. Darling, I™m sorry for the abuse. I have been praying over this
for some time now and the Spirit tells me you were bewitched, she said.
â€œI should have known better that nothing about that girl could ever
attract you when you have a wife like me.
I don™t think it has anything to do with witchcraft He spoke for the first time. That girl has something that you don™t have.
What does this dirty thing have that I don™t have? she screamed. She has
respect. I cannot justify what has happened, but if Aba has any
witchcraft that drew me close to her, then it is her respect. She
makes me feel welcome in my home. In this house she makes me feel
important. It is something you have starved me for the fifteen years
we™ve been married. It is a luxury and I easily get swayed by it.
She could not utter any word but she replied him with tears. They were
tears of grief. Tears of guilt. And of regret. Mrs Clara was a kind of
woman every man would dream of having but she lacked respect for her
husband and she did not argue when her husband told her what made him
fall. She knew it was true.
Readers, you may be wondering why I have decided to bore you with yet
another tale. I™m not in any way laying the foundation for infidelity. I
just want to illustrate the value we men place on respect. We have an
big ego and so feel deflated when we are treated with contempt,
especially from our women.
I™m not calling for worship. I™ve realised that respect is the missing element in many women character.
If our relationship, and for that matter our marriage, will succeed,
then it will depend on respect. We have to respect each other in order
to live together. Make me feel appreciated. Let me know you value me.
And treat me the way I treat you.
On mutual respect shall we build our marriage and the gates of divorce
shall not prevail against it.