TICK TOCK,TICK TOCK pt 1

Tick , Tock, Tick, Tock

Could the night have been move more worse than this. The angers of yesterday and the hope of tomorrow, what was supposed to be a shoot happy night has twined out to  be a sweaty, hot long night. Sleep or so to speak “rest” has diminished. Femi lays on his back, arguing with his thought more or less wrestling adamantly on  how far he would yield or not.” who is she to challenge me, even if am wrong… so f@#k what, if she’s my wife! How dare she!”.

Femi rattled with these statements over and over in his mind like a looping track, sweat covered him more as he conversed repeatedly within himself. “This phcn people deserve a curse tonight” Femi quietly grumbled, trying to keep the room as pale, still and quiet as he left it 12minutes ago. Every movement he made was done with such default of carefulness ,pretending he was asleep.

Turning his body for convenience, he stares at the one whom he quickly refers to as THE CHALLENGE. “She’s your wife, you know” a soft voice reckons in his head  “she’s  just watching out for you” listening to the voice swells Femi into anger again, his heart beat races as he frowns so deeply that sweat runs quickly to the curves and furrows, gently dripping to his pillow.

He stares on at his wife in the dark extensive room, the more he stared the less he saw of her details, only silhouette left, her  silhouette forming words: bitter words ,everything rushes back again .”How did I end up having a night like this? Tonite was to be a good night for me going by my expectation tomorrow, tomorrow? Oh today !its 3am already” he turns around backing his wife not for convenience but to usher in a lighter thought. (And convenient it was)Femi’s attention focused on the document laying on the table at the extreme end of the room .A document he has reviewed over and over the previous day. He creeps to the table glancing back as a thief would. Getting to the table, he stares at the document as the moonlight shines on it. The document read “receipt of purchase” ,Femi’s satisfaction is entirely the brochure that comes with it. He pulls out a brochure with a Mercedes benz logo on it, flipping through the pages, he is overwhelmed.”TODAY I will be driving my first brand new car” a 2013   brand new Mercedes.

Scratching his scalp in the anxious manner that he’s used to, “everything else needs to change with this.” Still fondling with his scalp, he turns facing his wife Modele again.  “Why?” was the question in his head.  “I understand my flirt problems, is it a problem or a curse, either one is unpleasant. What am I to do? I really am making efforts, seriously. I am at least in comparison to my friends,…. Modele and I have to go over and over fights like this, she pulled a white flag for peace but my ego is too…. Whatever, besides how can she invade my privacy, men do these things once in a while, I’m right, totally right” femi stops, realizing that he’s gone  to the toilet and back, pacing around without realizing it. ....