Does your wife know you’re here?’ Kenye asked as she poured more palm wine into his cup, her lashes fluttered as she talked. He found it hot that his mistress was this welcoming, she had been his mistress for how long now? Thirteen years? That was exactly how long he had been married, he was not sorry he had a wife at home and a mistress outside, he was just sorry he devoted more time to his mistress than to his wife, it wasn’t his fault his wife was becoming boring…
‘Tenga!!!’ Her voice broke into his thoughts, God! That was loud
‘Yes Kenye’ he was getting high, and he knew it was time to stop drinking, but he couldn’t. Was it the palmwine? It was extraordinarily sweet today. Boteh – the palmwine tapper must have woken up on the right side today.
‘I asked if your wife knows you’re here’ she said softly. God! That voice or was it the palmwine?
‘I’m an African man, do I have to tell my wife I’m coming to my mistress’ house? When did she start dictating for my legs?’ It was definitely the wine.
She sighed loudly ‘don’t call me a mistress Tenga, it makes me feel like a dirty whore.’ She poured him more wine as he stretched his cup out to her.
‘But you’re my dirty whore darling’ he placed the cup of palmwine on his lips and squeezed his face shut as he took a sip ‘this is good wine Kenye, where did you get it?’
‘None of your business Tenga!!!’ She snapped angrily
‘Wait, are you angry because I said you’re my dirty whore?’ He bit his lower lip, there was something about this wine, he couldn’t quite place it.
‘No, I’m supposed to be elated because I’m being called your whore you idiot. You know how I feel about being called a whore yet you derive joy from calling me a whore. I am a woman, you’re an African man, there’s no law that says you can’t take me in as a second wife is there?’ He opened his mouth to talk but she hushed him, she was not done yet ‘you cannot even tie me proudly on your waist like a piece of wrapper yet you come here every single time that you bitch of a wife fails to let you touch her, marry me you fool, I am tired of being called your whore!!’ She was breathing heavily now.
‘Is it me or are your breasts getting bigger?’ He stared dreamingly at her heavy chest. The resounding slap on his face brought him back to Kenye’s house
‘Son of a bitch!!! I’m being serious here and you’re looking at my breasts? You need to leave my house now Tenga’ she tried to calm down, she had just slapped a man getting high, there was no telling telling what he could do to her.
She saw him soften, he was somewhere between losing his cool and calming down, God, what had she done?
‘Darling, Kenye you are angry and I’m sorry. I understand, you want to get married, you don’t want to be hidden anymore and I understand. But you know’ he paused for a moment to reflect, the cup of palmwine on his lips ‘you know, I cannot just marry you like that. We have something yes, I knew you even before I knew my wife, yes. But remember I asked to marry you and you refused.’ His voice was becoming alarmingly low, was it the wine or was she extraordinarily sexy today? ‘You said you wanted to live a little, fuck around a little, play a little, its been thirteen years and you’re still living a little. Wait!’ He came to an abrupt halt, scaring Kenye out of her skin ‘Do you remember what we were before all these?
She calmed down, the looks in her eyes read ‘how could I even forget?’
She sank onto the floor and wiped her teary eyes. This was going to be a long night…