She pulled out her red blackberry, exercising her right thumb, while she dialed her husband's number; suddenly in the midst of 4 provoked tenants, my attention was monopolized to this fair plumb woman. It was just like in the movies, I paused, zoomed to rewind what I had just heard but there was no remote.
‘Honey, how can I get extra 200N, the other tenants just decided to contribute money to repair our damaged meter'
I shrugged and cleaned my ears, surely I must have heard wrong. I brought out a 200N note on behalf of my flat and since I was responsible for collection, I went ahead to collect hers.
‘I don't have anything with me now, when my husband comes back, I'll see you’ she smiled, who needs a remote.
‘I didn't believe it, that statement rang in my mind. They weren’t having financial challenges, at least none that I know of, her husband was a successful entrepreneur, he was well recognized for his exploits and except for the fact that their house was still under construction, they could brag that they had every other thing, and as for her, well she was doing something...she was ...she was a successful full-time housewife.
‘No wonder’ I thought. Not that I have a beef against housewives, oh no!! It's an interesting job, she gets to sit at home all day watching Africa magic, she becomes radiant as her delicate skin is protected from the harsh effect of the sun. Talk about food, lots of them, she cook them, eat them and smells them all day. No one knows her children more than a housewife, and she is her child's favorite parent because she packs lunch with no hurry, and remembers to pick him up from school just in time.
See!!It's not that bad, but any vacancy? No thanks, I think I'll pass.
Two weeks at home doing nothing has taught me better, it was like all hell was going to let loose. I felt like a housewife (full-time) with kids, the whole house, movies, except one important cast, the husband. I experienced life as a house wife and it didn't take long before I understood why this poor woman was always sad.
Life as a housewife could be exciting at first, you start to adjust to doing nothing except for the house chores, you get to play and raise the baby all by yourself, you look younger (stress-free) and you have the whole house to yourself (cool). But years later, reality dawns with boredom in its hands; you get tired of doing the same tasks all over again( wake, clean, cook, clean, and sleep), your hands grow old, you start gaining weight, and then you retire to gossiping to the extent of narrating how your neighbour starts his car. When your husband returns home you are relieved, company at last, he is there but he isn’t listening. Love making time, you flash it and shake but he's too tired to respond, so you start suspecting him, maybe it’s Lisa his secretary that has been swinging her hips around his nose, you wish you could if it had not become over sized and he had not turned you to a baby manufacturing machine(BMM).Then depression sets in
But who is to blame? The man is not exempted. He married a beautiful slim, and brilliant chic named Cassie, and he wanted to spoil her after all he has the money, but now she has doubled her size(hey! look on the bright side, you have more of her to yourself)what happens to her certificate? She’s using it as baby wiper, she is less beautiful and he is fighting temptations. Now she is stepping on his toes, his children never mention his name, only 'Mommy', she narrates everything that happens in your home to her friends and that look...the look she gives you when she extends her hand to collect her 'pocket money' .now Cassie has become Cassandra.
Nonsense, now you are frustrated?...you turned her to this, why won’t she double up, when food has become her crowd of witness, as a matter of fact it has become her only language, ‘oha, egusi,ogwo soup, banga, efo riro and isi ewu’ it comes out easily from her mouth. She is so used to the chores that she finishes early, watches Africa magic to the point of memorizing patience ozorkwo’s lines word for word. Her beauty? Don’t worry, it didn’t vanish, it only took a vacation...why not? you rarely compliment her and even if a woman is married it helps her esteem when a man outside eyes her but instead you have locked her indoor, so the creative woman forms a club called ‘the gossipers club’, where her tongue can get so excited that it doesn’t even realise when it starts complaining about you.
Men, you are the architect of your own problems. I could elaborate on this further but I am not interested in a catfight.
Maybe being a housewife worked for our mothers but ehh that’s decades ago and the tides has since turned, even if you don’t want a career woman because of the kids, haven’t you heard of teachers (semi housewives), business women, and even househusbands.
This should be discussed thoroughly during courtship and I wish a legal document could be attached, so no one gets to change his mind. But as for Cathy her mind is made up. And although he agrees with me now during this phase (chasing/courtship), I hope that when my twins (Justin and Justina) pops out he won’t give me this ‘pls raise my kids fulltime’ look, cos I have my ‘oh no darling, lets reason together’ look prepared.cos a housewife? No thanks.
WATCH OUT FOR 'till my job do us part'
‘Honey, how can I get extra 200N, the other tenants just decided to contribute money to repair our damaged meter'
I shrugged and cleaned my ears, surely I must have heard wrong. I brought out a 200N note on behalf of my flat and since I was responsible for collection, I went ahead to collect hers.
‘I don't have anything with me now, when my husband comes back, I'll see you’ she smiled, who needs a remote.
‘I didn't believe it, that statement rang in my mind. They weren’t having financial challenges, at least none that I know of, her husband was a successful entrepreneur, he was well recognized for his exploits and except for the fact that their house was still under construction, they could brag that they had every other thing, and as for her, well she was doing something...she was ...she was a successful full-time housewife.
‘No wonder’ I thought. Not that I have a beef against housewives, oh no!! It's an interesting job, she gets to sit at home all day watching Africa magic, she becomes radiant as her delicate skin is protected from the harsh effect of the sun. Talk about food, lots of them, she cook them, eat them and smells them all day. No one knows her children more than a housewife, and she is her child's favorite parent because she packs lunch with no hurry, and remembers to pick him up from school just in time.
See!!It's not that bad, but any vacancy? No thanks, I think I'll pass.
Two weeks at home doing nothing has taught me better, it was like all hell was going to let loose. I felt like a housewife (full-time) with kids, the whole house, movies, except one important cast, the husband. I experienced life as a house wife and it didn't take long before I understood why this poor woman was always sad.
Life as a housewife could be exciting at first, you start to adjust to doing nothing except for the house chores, you get to play and raise the baby all by yourself, you look younger (stress-free) and you have the whole house to yourself (cool). But years later, reality dawns with boredom in its hands; you get tired of doing the same tasks all over again( wake, clean, cook, clean, and sleep), your hands grow old, you start gaining weight, and then you retire to gossiping to the extent of narrating how your neighbour starts his car. When your husband returns home you are relieved, company at last, he is there but he isn’t listening. Love making time, you flash it and shake but he's too tired to respond, so you start suspecting him, maybe it’s Lisa his secretary that has been swinging her hips around his nose, you wish you could if it had not become over sized and he had not turned you to a baby manufacturing machine(BMM).Then depression sets in
But who is to blame? The man is not exempted. He married a beautiful slim, and brilliant chic named Cassie, and he wanted to spoil her after all he has the money, but now she has doubled her size(hey! look on the bright side, you have more of her to yourself)what happens to her certificate? She’s using it as baby wiper, she is less beautiful and he is fighting temptations. Now she is stepping on his toes, his children never mention his name, only 'Mommy', she narrates everything that happens in your home to her friends and that look...the look she gives you when she extends her hand to collect her 'pocket money' .now Cassie has become Cassandra.
Nonsense, now you are frustrated?...you turned her to this, why won’t she double up, when food has become her crowd of witness, as a matter of fact it has become her only language, ‘oha, egusi,ogwo soup, banga, efo riro and isi ewu’ it comes out easily from her mouth. She is so used to the chores that she finishes early, watches Africa magic to the point of memorizing patience ozorkwo’s lines word for word. Her beauty? Don’t worry, it didn’t vanish, it only took a vacation...why not? you rarely compliment her and even if a woman is married it helps her esteem when a man outside eyes her but instead you have locked her indoor, so the creative woman forms a club called ‘the gossipers club’, where her tongue can get so excited that it doesn’t even realise when it starts complaining about you.
Men, you are the architect of your own problems. I could elaborate on this further but I am not interested in a catfight.
Maybe being a housewife worked for our mothers but ehh that’s decades ago and the tides has since turned, even if you don’t want a career woman because of the kids, haven’t you heard of teachers (semi housewives), business women, and even househusbands.
This should be discussed thoroughly during courtship and I wish a legal document could be attached, so no one gets to change his mind. But as for Cathy her mind is made up. And although he agrees with me now during this phase (chasing/courtship), I hope that when my twins (Justin and Justina) pops out he won’t give me this ‘pls raise my kids fulltime’ look, cos I have my ‘oh no darling, lets reason together’ look prepared.cos a housewife? No thanks.
WATCH OUT FOR 'till my job do us part'
so would you like to be or have your wife as a housewife?
ReplyDeleteGod 4bid! True talk, though.neva tot of it so extremly. Anoda 9ce write up.u shld rily tink of takin ds up professionaly, even if na jst part tym.thumbs upGod 4bid! True talk, though.neva tot of it so extremly. Anoda 9ce write up.u shld rily tink of takin ds up professionaly, even if na jst part tym.thumbs up
ReplyDeleteI think this days, no man will want his wife to be a complete housewife.....not even in this era of economic confusion. but really it depends on every ones suituation. cos if i should break it down,it will be as if i am writing another article or something.good work
ReplyDeletethanks...howdytee i am not only thinking of writing professionally i want to,however maybe its cos i haven't seen the opportunity, or do you have a job for me?if you do pls contact me.
ReplyDeletethank you both for posting
You totally put my thoughts into words on this matter. Nice one there.
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