It's Friday. You planned to go hang out with friends after work, but its 6pm and you're still at the office with a pile of papers screaming for your attention.
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You finally get home tired and exhausted. Too tired to fix any meal, you got pastries on your way home. You slump into the sofa in the parlor, with the TV on, you ready yourself to relax and ease off the stress. Minutes later, you are snoring away, remote in one hand and meat pie in the other.
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You wake up much later to find out you're still in your work cloths. You sigh and reach for your phone to check what time it is. 10 missed calls stares at you, all from one caller. You panic, worried what must have made her call 10 times. She also sent a message, you open it and it reads 'you're with a woman that's why you don't want to pick my call abi. God will judge you'.
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You flinch at the sheer stupidity of the sender, bile welling up in you. You are angry at her, angry that all she could think was you with a woman, she couldn't reason if you were in trouble or busy with something important. You are not only angry at her, you also blame yourself for entangling yourself with her.
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You place a call to her. She doesn't even let the phone ring and she picks up. 'She has gone that's why you're calling me abi'? Now, you're very angry, too angry to control your temper. 'You dey craze! In fact, go to hell, you fire at her and drop the call. After a grueling day at the office, a nagging woman is the last thing any man would condone.
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Someone pings you and you smile. Since you've been accused of a crime you didn't commit, isn't it better to just do it at once? You reply 'am at home, you can come over'. Minutes later you hear a knock at the door. You start from the door to the parlor, cloths flying in all directions.
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Another knock on the door. You curse whoever it is that is interrupting. You grudgingly go for the door, using one hand to conceal the little man that is now as strong as olumo rock. Bloody hell! Who you see at the door makes the little man run inside. The same nagging witch that nearly ruined your night with false accusations. Well, it's no a longer false accusations now.
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You refuse to leave the door, blocking her outside. The other one calls out from the parlor, 'honey who is that'? Every smile disappears from her face and you remember the saying, 'hell has no fury like a woman scorned'. She shoves you aside and rushes in to the direction of the voice.
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You stand transfixed, confused and flummoxed. You are too tired to think of any possible escape. Suddenly, the commotion inside tells you all hell has broken loose. You rush in and what you see makes you shout 'mogbe', 'I am finished'.

To be continued!