The leaves of the tree were dancing to the melody of the harmattan wind. under the tree sat Mr and Mrs Okoye.
Mrs Okoye had brought about an argument concerning Mr Okoye's joblessness. Crossing her hand over her chest she waited for a mistake from Mr Okoye.
"Can't you see how other women are looking? She said, flaring her nose. So fancy and classy. For ten years now I can't boast of a new wrapper. " she cursed under her breath.
Mr Okoye stared at His wife wondering if she ever noticed that he had no money.
"Woman! The economy of the country is so bad. If the government had been fair to me, we would have been swimming in money." He said.
"Did I hear you say Government? She asked. Each time you blame the government or the country's economy for your undying poverty. Your fellow men are out there making their money but instead you sit here putting blames on the government. Papa Chinedu! Think straight." She said rolling her eyes.
"Yes the government!" He fired back.
"Oh! My husband I will put you in prayers" She said.
"Come to think of it, all you did with my money few years ago was to buy new wrappers, jewelries , shoes and handbags...... "He paused. Ohhh..why should I forget Woman? Including makeups. " his eyes as wide as saucer.
"Papa chinedu,I also sold those wrappers for Chidinma to go to school. Don't get me angry this afternoon." She said, throwing a dagger stare at Him.
"You are always angry so i am getting use to it. Please Nkem make sure you put me in your prayers." He said taking his leave.
Mrs Okoye just stared at Her Husband as he made his way to the kitchen to look for his normals..'palm kernels'
"Oh Lord is this the man I married? Please have mercy and bless him." She said softly.
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