I saw this post on my facebook wall this morning and i decide to share it


I offended my wife and she insisted a million sorries were not enough. I didn't
know what to do, so I asked her to choose a punishment she considered
satisfactory.
She said I should do all chores for one week. I quickly agreed. That was the
worst punishment I served in living memory.
If you think you have patience, wait till your wife leaves you with two kids and
goes to gist with a neighbor for hours. One hour seemed like 1 year. Yelling and
commanding fell on deaf ears; it was as if the kids conspired with their mother
to raise their disturbance to power 2.
I couldn't even take my calls; Facebook update was no-go area; the crying was
loud and persistent.
What of the poopooing and peeing? And for someone easily disgusted, I was
sooo beaten and alarmed.
The house cleaning, dish-washing were something else. I learnt that one child
can use 3 dresses/wears per day.
Preparing their meals was like Kachikwu and fuel. Preparing ordinary pap was
like Buhari and 2016 budget. I wasted a couple of dishfuls before I came close
to getting it right. Then, the feeding proper was like Fashola and electricity. For
every spoon each of them took, we had to run around for several minutes. I was
furious but they were laughing and playful.
By the second day, I was completely humbled and asked for amnesty.
Processing the application was like Nigerian police doing crime investigation.
Approving the application was like Nigerian military defeating Boko Haram in
Sambisa forest.
In the end, to win a temporary amnesty, it took APC tactics on Nigerians; I
made so many promises without thinking of how to fulfill any. I just wanted to
get off the punishment.
Mothers are something out of this world. They're so special that it is only them
that can be called Mothers.
Thumbs up for all Mothers all over d world out there.
You are all just too Great,fantastic and wonderful!!!!í