I always see my neighbor’s wife putting her hand inside her skirt, hiding and sniffing my boxers anytime I dry my boxers on the general rope.
But when she knocked on my door last night, I knew that this was beyond mådness!
The handle of my door slowly turned.
Thank God I had bolted the door from the inside. My heart was pounding like a heavy generator as I stood there in the dark.
My phone vibrated again in my hand, it was another message from my neighbour– Mummy Joy.
“Femi, open this door. If I count to three and you don’t open, I will tear my nightgown, scream at the top of my voice, and tell my husband that you dragged me here.”
Confusion swallowed me, this woman had completely ran mad! If she screamed at this time of the night, not only would Bro Kola kiII me, but the local vigilante boys would beat me to stupor before morning.
I had no choice, with trembling hands, I slowly unbolted the door.
Mummy Joy pushed the door open instantly and slipped into my room, shutting it quietly behind her.
She was not smiling anymore, she was wearing a thin, white nightgown. She crossed her arms, looking at me like a lion looking at a trapped goat.
“You think you are smart, right?” she whispered. “You think you can set a trap for me in this compound? A whole me?”
“Mummy Joy… please,” I stammered, stepping back. “I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted to know who was stealing my things. Please, go back to your husband.” I cried.
PARTE 2 : I always see my neighbor’s wife putting her hand inside her skirt, hiding and sniffing my boxers anytime I dry my boxers on the general rope.
