By
Amusan Tolulope
My mum divorced my dad for four years, six months, and three weeks. This was after dating for years and being married for fifteen years.
They had just one boy together, my elder brother, and when they split, there was nothing the two families didn’t do to bring them back, but both of them had pure, unadulterated coconut head.
According to my mum, the whole wahala started because my dad slept with her elder sister, who was desperately in need of a baby after 20 years of marriage.
On the contrary, my Dad said, it was my mum who gave him the green light and practically brought the plan to help a sister.
My mum insisted they only agreed on a one-or-two-time “assistive mission.”
But my dad, a man of great stamina, apparently went there more than fifteen times, and there was still no pregnancy. So, my mum started suspecting that the two of them were trying to sideline her out of her own marriage.
The matter ended with my mum, a notable boxer, almost redesigning her sister’s face. My dad, who happened to be her coach, defended the sister, and my mum got annoyed. Why would her husband be defending her rival?
So, after the divorce, they went their separate ways. My mum, a fine woman as she be nah, was very fast to see men flocking around her like bees to honey. She eventually got hooked by one of the finest Lagos big boys, and their love story was the talk of the town.
On my dad’s end, he had a series of relationships, but they all ended up leaving him. According to him, the women all said he “could not do.” You understand? The engine had apparently knocked.
Meanwhile, my mum and her new man did a secret traditional marriage, but after four years, there was still no baby. Yet, the man loved her. She had miscarriage twice but didn’t tell my Dad about it.
Then one day, my mum got the news that my dad was very sick. My brother practically begged her to just go and see him. He’d been discharged from the hospital, but the sickness came back with a vengeance.
After several pleas, my mum’s new husband, a surprisingly cool guy, even advised her to go. The plan was simple: cook some pepper soup, say “Hi,” and be back home in a few hours.
Mummy just cook and that is all.
According to my dad, the moment he set his eyes on my mum, he felt a powerful kick in his trouser. Not just the kick, he said he felt strength return to his very bones. He became well instantly. He said my mum was prettier than all the women he had been seeing.
He looked at my mum’s backside and decided to play one of his old, wicked tricks on her.
See someone that was “sick” oh.
After she finished cooking, my dad begged her to just act as his wife for the few hours she would be there. My mum refused sharply. She was aware of his tricks. But deep down, Mama also missed my dad.
As usual they had a quick five-minute disagreement, and my dad finally “agreed” that she would only act as his wife without any bedroom activities. This, of course, was his secret plan. Baba just needed to check if what those other ladies were saying was true.
That he was a horse without a cock.
My mum noticed there wasn’t much water in the house for him to bathe, so she offered to help him fetch some. So as not to get her clothes wet, she changed into one of my dad’s polo shirts.
As a sharp man, my dad seized the opportunity, carried my mum’s clothes, and dumped them inside a bucket full of soapy water, and started washing them with passion.
My mum came back and was furious. My dad, with a straight face, claimed he saw a pepper stain and a black spot on her top and just decided to help his “wife.”
While she was waiting for her dress to dry, a very stormy, heaven-sent rain started. The rain fell on the cloth again, drenching it completely. And it didn’t stop until 10:30 PM. This meant my mum had no choice but to sleep over.
My dad said, my mum refused to come and sleep in the bedroom, so he stylishly opened the window, and the cold became unbearable for her in the parlor. She later agreed to sleep on the bed but faced the opposite direction. But as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
Na so my dad touched my mum, and after a few initial shakara, she gave in.
According to my mum, it was the best sex she had ever had in her life. The next day, she didn’t leave.
My dad said they were on the bed for three straight days. Just food, bath, sex repeatedly for 1, 2, 3days It was there he convinced her to stay for good. And guess what? She agreed.
It’s not today that women love better man that knows his job and do it well.
A month later, she took in. Not one baby, not two babies, but three. Triplets.
Two girls and boy!
Her husband sent his family to come and beg my mum to return, even with the pregnancy, but my mum refused.
According to her, my dad punched the two elderly men who tried to force their way into the house. My mum didn’t even go back to pack any of her loads. It was her husband’s people who brought them back to her.
I am one of the products of that comeback union, and I am 23 years old.
Oh, my mummy’s husband? He divorced her too. And married another woman, my mum’s friend.
Love, sometimes, just a visit can change everything.
Happy New Month!
1/9/2025
AMUSAN TOLULOPE FIRST POSTED THIS ON FACEBOOK
