“And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.”
-P.G. Wodehouse
More often than not Araba had found herself musing over the picture of her great aunt Margaret and her sixty-something year old Caucasian husband, Tony. If there was anything at all she had learned earlier from them, it was not to ever get married. But here she was five years down the road married to some bloke everyone called Eric the Barber or Drunken Eric for short, and she was very much unhappy about it.
Now don’t be hasty in judgment for Eric the Barber wasn’t at
all bad from the start of their enterprise. Some four years earlier, Eric would’ve
rushed over to get the door for a rather beautiful and noticeably underweight
Araba. Oh how fabulous they both looked in their Sunday clothes. Eric in his checkered
tweed jacket and maroon pantaloons with a hint of orange handkerchief
overflowing his breast-pocket. Araba was less flamboyant in apparel but her clothes
and dainty shoes always added up nonetheless. All Eric wore now however, were a
pair of worn-out blue overalls turned grey from years without washing. He’d
gained some pounds too and had taken to drinking as a full-time job. Araba had
also undergone some transformations of her own. She too had gained a lot of
weight and her hair was now a constant mess. She had fancied keeping it pretty
for Eric. It didn’t matter now though. Even if she shaved it all off it still
wouldn’t matter. Eric never noticed it anymore. He never noticed her.
Drunken Eric wasn’t all bad from the very start. Four years
earlier he’d been the emotionally nurturing Homo erectus whose erect member
kept Araba’s joy and excitement high up the vertical scale- no pun intended.
Now with four children and a set of twins on the way, she couldn’t quite recall
the last time they’d laid together as wife and drunk. Sure she tried to focus
on the house but something about washing cucumbers and aubergines always
brought her back to square one. She reckoned emptying a sack of nuts would do
the trick but that didn’t help either. Araba was desperate. She had come across
some very suggestive toys online and had bought a couple but didn’t enthuse
about them no more since in her own words, ‘honey aint sweet like sugar’. Of
course she’d had a few intimate moments with Eric. Just the other morning upon
waking, Eric had stared keenly into her eyes. She’d mistaken his bland stare
for a passion-ridden one and so she readied herself for a French kiss. The chap
however just squeezed her left bosom, mumbled some mambo-jumbo and then went
back to sleep for another hour. Darn him! She didn’t need some poncey kissing-
She just wanted a good ploughing! She was glad he was in bed however since on
most nights, he was just too drunk to make it up the front porch. It was so
ironic because they had an inside pooch. Eric mostly slept on the porch.
Just the other day the Johnsons had called Araba to come and
get Eric. The Johnsons were the shrewd couple who lived eight blocks down the
road. Apparently Eric had interrupted their romantic anniversary dinner after
he stomped into the living room and took a crap on their coffee table. In his defense,
a drunk Eric claimed the house was a public rest room and he ridiculed the
Johnsons for feasting in there. He kept on swatting flies only he could see.
‘Oh Eric’, Araba exclaimed as she struggled to get him out of the house. For a
moment she stood fixated at what would surely have been an eventful dinner.
There was a bottle Cristal in the ice-bucket and there were petals everywhere. Simon
and Garfunkel played softly in the background. Four years earlier, she and Eric
had eaten like this almost every day. Oh how wonderful it had been. They had
always enjoyed some really good wine. His favorite was Merlot. He always loved
a good wine and secretly tried to collect them. Now that explained a lot. ‘Oh
Eric’ she sighed as she forced him into the car and drove off in embarrassment,
amidst a thousand apologies to the Johnsons.
This particular car ride was the longest she’d ever driven.
A lot of seemingly random thoughts about cucumbers and nuts crossed her mind
but she managed to shrug them off. She thought about the events that had
transpired at the Johnsons’. Clearly Eric was getting out of hand and she
hadn’t the faintest clue as to how to tackle the problem. She was but a woman trying
to be the man of her man and this was too much for her to bear. A tear rolled
down her cheek. She hastily rubbed it off but winced as pain shot through her
cheek. It still hurt from Eric’s slap from the previous night. She just
couldn’t take this anymore. All Eric had been was a drunk, an abusive husband
and probably homosexual. She was beginning to doubt his sexuality. A week ago
whilst pruning the bougainvillea out in the front yard, she’d seen Eric’s mate,
Kofi come drop him off. The two had kissed goodbye and Eric had spent five
minutes watching him pull out of their driveway and speed off into the
distance. Call her paranoid but she was sticking to her guns. Her husband was
probably gay. She slowed down as she approached their house.
The sound of crunching gravel cut through the midnight air
as she pulled up into the driveway. Whilst driving she had failed to notice
Eric throw up in the truck and now she cursed him under her breath. She
struggled to get him out of the truck and into the house. He weighed a ton and
she could go as far as the living area so she dumped him on the sofa. She
needed a drink- a very hot one. She poured herself a scotch and sat
across the living room staring at her excuse for a husband. She stared long and
hard and just like that, she’d come to a decision. She couldn’t take this
anymore. In one gulp she finished the tumbler and went upstairs to wake the
children up. Some fifteen minutes later, Araba together with her kids drove off
in the middle of the night to Grandma’s. She couldn't help but think about poor Eric nonetheless but she’d just had
enough. She couldn’t take it anymore.
lool great piece chaley, the swatting invisible flies bit got me laughing so hard
ReplyDeleteLOL. That got you. Thanks for reading bruh.
DeleteGreat piece...its short and very very interesting.....
ReplyDeleteThanks...I'm glad you think so:)
DeleteThanks man!
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