Life as a young married woman has been exhilarating as well as sobering. I have come to love and appreciate my husband, Ukeme. I have seen the many sides of my hubby; the good, the bad and the ugly sides. I have seen Ukeme gotten so angry that I feared he would tear me from limb to limb like a hyena devouring an antelope.

Sitting here in our living room, watching the latest Trump scandal on CNN and waiting for Ukeme to return from work made me happy and satisfied. I just couldn’t wait for him to be back. He would grab me like a pillow, spin me around, peck me and whisper sweet nothings into my ears. He is such a romantic man! Today has been a hectic day for me. I have been working all day-cleaning the house, scrubbing the floors and tiles, washing the dishes and doing laundry of our dirty clothes. I prefer working like a jackass on Fridays so that my volume of work on Saturday would be reduced. On Saturday, the only thing I would do is to cook two pots of Afang and Atama soups and store them in the refrigerator.

Today, I ventured into The Other Room and cleaned it up. The Other Room thrills and fills me with awe. Anytime I step into The Other Room, I chuckle at Ukeme’s innovative mindset. The first day, Ukeme brought me into this house to get to know his place, he led me to the small room located at the far end of our two bedroom apartment.

“Baby, come let me show you the other room” He had said as he dragged me to the door. He stood before the door and said; “Open sesame” in a comical tone that elicited laughter from me. He brought out his key and unlocked the door. We got in. The first thing that struck me was the multi-coloured lighting that came out of the overhead Led bulb, giving the room a rainbow hue. I gazed around the room. A large flowery patterned window curtain hung at the
window. A small bed with two tiny pillows stood at a corner of the room. A white plastic chair stood opposite it. A plasma television hung on the wall. Colourful wallpapers with natural scenery were plastered on the walls of the room. The room looked comfy and warm, like a secret rendezvous hub.

“What’s this room for?” I asked Ukeme.

“Nsikak, this is The Other Room. This is a special place that I have prepared for both of us. I have devised a means of us settling our quarrels and disagreements. So whenever we have a disagreement, both of us would come to this room to resolve it”

“Awww…this is interesting and romantic. How does it work? Any rules”

“When you are mad at me and want us to settle, just walk to this room and sit on the bed. Our standing rule is that whenever one of us moves into this room, the other partner must follow suit, no matter how angry he or she is! We will stay here and settle the matter amicably. No partner is expected to leave The Other Room without resolving the issue except in the case of an emergency”

“This is an ingenious idea. You think of everything sweetheart, don’t you?” I said to him.

“Thanks dear. After resolving our issues, we would stay here and cuddle each other for a minimum period of one hour before leaving the room” he said with a mischievous wink. I winked back at him.

Our marriage is now 11 months old, and within this period, we have used The Other Room three times. The first time was when I asked him to help me out in the kitchen. I was in a foul mood that Wednesday evening and was peeved by his lack of interest in helping out with the chores. He was watching a Manchester united Champions league game. I shouted at him to leave the sitting room and join me in the kitchen. He shouted back at me. He said a lot of hurtful words to me and I retaliated. He said that I am his wife and it is my place to stay in his kitchen. I got so angry that I ran into The Other Room. Five minutes later, he walked in and we spent an hour settling
the issue.

The second time was when I suspected that he was having an affair with his secretary at the office. I yelled at him. He was enraged and threatened to beat me up for accusing him falsely. He managed to control his temper and walked into The Other Room. I was bound by the rules and had no choice but to follow him. We made up after two long steamy hours in The Other Room.

I can’t tell you what happened on the third occasion… I feel so ashamed of myself, I almost allowed suspicion destroy my marriage. After that incidence, hubby got me a part time job to occupy my mind. That was two months ago. Today I stepped into The Other Room and wished we could do some cuddling in it. I can hear the sound of Ukeme’s car… He is driving into the compound. Let me play a quick prank on him. I will run to The
Other Room and hide there. He would call out my name while searching for me everywhere in this house. He would finally walk in and see me here. I will pretend to be mad at him! I want to see the look of confusion on his face... Hehehe

Please don’t tell him that I am in The Other Room!
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© Leroi
14/10/2016

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Hmmmm... Creative!

Lolz. Awesome
Had smiles on my lips frm d beginning to d end.

Nightie:
Lolz. Awesome
Had smiles on my lips frm d beginning to d end.

The writer did a nice job..

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Nightie:
Lolz. Awesome
Had smiles on my lips frm d beginning to d end.

Babie, there are 3 lessons for you to draw from this story.

1.) Never ever yell at your husband no matter how peeved you get. This moral decadence was brought about by watching & imitating the abominable lifestyle projected in Amerikan movies.

Before now, the Nigerian matrimonial home used to have a culture of decency & chastity in the society. The wives (our grandmothers) were never nude-crazy & disrespectful as we find in this “indomie generations” these days.

They seem to have this erroneous idea that emulating or turning themselves into kim kardashian or (what is the name of that Wiz Khalifa's ex girlfriend with a cow yansh - ehm, ehm Amber Rose ) will catapult them into fame & wealth.

Kim kardashian wears a see-through dress revealing her n.ipples & camel-toe; they will instantly jump on the band wagon thereby negatively influencing other p.rostitutes disguising as wives in many homes.

Rihanna wears a fishnet dress showing her n.ipples & her Drizzy's sagged, damaged & battered c.unt; trust our Nigeria women, they too will want to compete & even out-shine Rihanna in the disgraceful act of promiscuity & immorality. These are the evil fruits borne by Amerika & her civilization.

Take that chicago-based, money-doubling-scammer “Lucasbalo” for instance, he has traded his conscience & common sense in exchange for kool-aid & mcdonald's burger. That is Y he can be shamefully advocating for a woman who was responsible for the death of 700,000women & children in Iraq alone, not to talk of Syria, Yemen & Afghanistan - to become the next President of that coven called Amerika.

The Husband is the head of the home and must be honoured & revered - even as the church worships Jesus as their lord & saviour.

This is Y I have been trying to “catch you young” before you're overwhelmed by the abomination of Amerika - thereby corroding the little that is left of your moral values & character.(Hahahahahah! Sorry babie, no offense meant).

Infact, I will appreciate it if you stop watching Amerikan movies, soaps & series. - and instead, start watching Russian (Leviathan - 2014), Chinese (Adventure of Shaolin - 1978; Fearless - 2006 & Once Upon A Time In China - 1996) Iranian (Turtles Can Fly - 2004), North Korean (This American Life - 2014), & Indian movies (3 idiots - 2009).

Now, If your Husband was watching a Manchester United Champions League and you needed his help in the kitchen, all you had to do was stop being lazy & get it done because whatever happens in the kitchen is your sole responsibility even when you're pregnant. This is Y your Mum has been training you on how not only to be a good cook but also to become skilled in organising & managing the kitchen

2.) You must understand that all marriages are built on trust & hope. The reason Y most marriages do not last these days is because these essential marital ingredients are missing.

“Love” makes your married life stable & emotionally secure, “Trust” makes your relationship meaningful & worthy.

Love & trust in marriage are interlinked - and therefore you cannot enjoy your relationship without the combination of these essential qualities.

While everyone gets jealous or suspicious from time to time, experiencing jealousy on a daily basis can be problematic.

Not only is jealousy unpleasant to experience, but individuals, who are chronically jealous or suspicious, often misinterpret what is going on - taking what might be an innocent event & thinking about it in the worst way possible.

For example, if a Husband or Wife does not immediately return a phone call, a highly jealous individual will jump to a negative conclusion - my spouse doesn’t love me or my partner is cheating.

Even if you suspect your Husband is having an affair with his secretary, you MUST watch your tone of voice, words & body language when confronting him. Suspicion in marriage is a devil which can destroy relationships.

3.) Lastly, since you're already aware your Husband is from Ijebu and is blessed with high libido (sex drive), therefore, you must expect & be prepared to be ridden like the chariot of Jehu when he's under the influence of alcohol or test-driven like a 1978 Volkswagen Beetle on Benin - Ore expressway in “The Other Room” atleast 10times in a week (twice a day - monday through friday with the exception of Saturdays & Sundays because we must keep the Sabbath holy).

Remember - A good wife is one who serves his Husband in the morning like a Mother does; loves him in the day like a sister does; and pleases him like a P.rostitute in the night.

PS: Be kind enough to share these tips with Missy89, Mizmycoli, Houseofglam7 & Sinaj since you'll all be living under the same roof in Ijebu.

If King Solomon could successfully coordinate & preside over 300women & 700concubines under his roof in Jerusalem, then our story shouldn't be any different.

From Ijebu With Love - Zoharariel Underscore Obatala signing out!

Zoharariel, av any1 told u u'v got brains?

zo my buddy, you have done it again. i pray no homo-coi.tus exacerbation occurs between u and lucas because ur interest in the young man's fortune is beyond our comprehension.

........and please i am applying to be your private disciple so that i can woo all my crushes here on NL with such spicy and tasty lines that will make them fantasize about the other room.