This is Mr Otondo. He's never smoked before, only tasted smoke from a wrapped paper when as a kid (everyone did that)

He returned home from work on this Friday evening tired and hungry. He had ridden on a bike from his office back home (Sun hama am well well sha).

Otondo returned to meet no food in the house.

His wife went to see off her ghetto 'sugar boy' that came to 'oil her punana.' While returning, she branched off at a Beer Parlour. Well, that beer parlour is hers.

It's Friday evening. So, her customers were already coming (na so Fridays dey be for there).

Everyone knew Mrs Otondo was the 'man' in the house. Dem dey call Otondo her houseboy. If she wan run parole, she no dey send am.

So, one day. A friend advised Mr Otondo to man-up and beat up his wife to teach her a lesson. Otondo was always afraid to talk back at his wife talk more of beating her up.

"Then, the solution is to charge up," his friend suggested. "Smoke some weed, you'll get morale, his friend suggested."

Otondo returned from work that Friday evening and met no one in the house. Luckily, he found something on the table in their parlour.

His wife's 'sugar boy' had left some weed on the table. Just as his friend taught him, Otondo wrapped it and lighted it. After two draws, this happened. Mr Otondo was on the road stack naked, with his 'bazuka' dangling. People said he's headed to his wife's liquor to demand why she didn't cook.

I couldn't follow up to know how it ended. I just don't want to marry a Beer Parlour woman.

Chai

Bad influence,bad advice from a bad friend.

Wahala

Beer parlour/Restaurant (especially the local ones) women, fear them.

Is this a story by moonlight? That picture is not Nigeria, it looks like camelot.

On the contrary, Mr Otondo looks well fed.

nice story