💞💞MARRIED💞 TO💞 VICTOR💞 STEPHEN📝
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Weekend finally c@m£. A Saturday morning which was just like every other day for me. Either going to work or not, waking up early was alre-ady p@rt of me, and has turned into habit. But still, no work. No getting the children re-ady for school. I stayed right there on the be-d staring at the only man my heart chose to love, and was going to spend the rest of my life with. A smile tugged myl-ips as his low snores reached my ears. He snores a little whenever he’s too tired, but I believe he actually enjoys the sleep.
So brother Victor should leave tiredness out of it.
But people will actually have something to lie
against.
And whenever we get into serious argument with him snoring or not, he would say, ‘is it bad to use God’s talent. He has a nice voice, and he chose to use it while slee-ping’. I can tell you I find it ha-rd to st©p laughing whenever he makes silly comments like that. Like…
Is it by f0rç£ you use your talent?
Especially that kind of talent.
So whenever I heard him snoring, I believed he was using his so called talent, which would always bring a smile to my face. He was the same man I’ve known him to be over the years. Checking the wall clock, it was quarter to seven. As much as I didn’t want to wake him up from his sleep, I knew he nee-ded to get re-ady for work. “Honey.” I squee-zed his shoulder, only for him to turn away from me, and faced the ceiling.
“Honey, you nee-d to get re-ady for work,” I reminded him. He turned around to face me again, opening his two eyes, and staring directly at me. “Good morning,” he opened his mouth and his fresh breath was b!own to me. “How was your night?” He asked, his voice sounding more thicker, like he swallowed a speaker. I laughed instead.
Victor yawned, covering his mouth with one of his hands, while giving me a look as well. “Why are you laughing?”
“I’m laughing because you sang for me today,” I replied, with a big smile displa-ying on myl-ips. He finally had a smile on his face, which freshen up his early morning face. “Oh,” he yawned again. “You must have really enjoyed my song,” he tea-sed, and I laughed. “You better get up to get re-ady for work.”
“No!” He covered his head with blanket. “I’m not feeling fine.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter. He brings out the best laughter in him. He brings out my silly, and idiotic smile ever. Like, smiling like a little girl who just got her ice cream. That kind of smile is so sweet. I love it, and I love him more for giving me reasons to smile often.
“Mr. Man, this is seven minutes to seven.” I shouted for him to hear, but not too loud. He re-moved the cover grinning. “We all know today is Sunday.” He c@m£ up with another lie. I rolled my eyes at him, and just gr@bb£d the whole cover, putting it un-der my pillow. “Is too early for that,” I told him.
“Just pu-lling your legs, I’m meeting up with Daddy today,” he confessed. “But that would be around evening, and after lunch.”
A smile of encouragement appeared on my face. “That’s good,” I said briefly.
“So, I’m spending the day with you. Any work for me?” He would always help whenever he’s around, and when he wants to, but not by asking me what to do. I knew he was just saying that to boast, and feel pompous for the main time.
“Well,” I would give him work if he wants to. It would gladden my heart. “There is plenty of work in this house sir. Dirty plates are there, clothes are there, Arranging of rooms, bathing of children, cooking, cleaning of-”
“Ahnn! Ahnn!” He st©pped me. “You and who is doing that one?” He feigned a curious look, causing me to laugh. “Is you. You said you want to help me today.” I reminded him if he had forgotten so quic-kly. His eyes bulged. “I swear if I come to this world again, I would rather remain a man,” he boasted.
“Ehnn!! And I will remain a woman. I’m proud of who I am.” I boasted too.
“Very good!” A n@ûghty grin appeared on his face. “You should love yourself with all the responsibilities you’re to carry. But wait… The work of a man is to provide for the family, and take care of the family.”
I stared at his sweet, and cunning mouth that was starting to say something else. “So because husbands are meant to provide means you people should not work at home? Don’t you even pity us? Okay! Don’t take care of me. Take care of yourself, and I will take care of myself. Wash your clothes, and I will wash my clothes. Cook your food. In fact, let’s separate rooms, and you take care of your room. For the children I will take care of them.” Immediately I st©pped talking, Victor started laughing. I was just staring at him, because I was used to him. He would always laugh at everything even when you put in your whole energy for him to see you weren’t joking.
“And me…” he dragged.
One of symptoms of deafness.
I couldn’t make a mistake by saying it out. I just gave him a look for him to rethink and watch what he was about to say.
“Sweetheart wait… I know of two guys that can help you today. In fact, they can decide to do the cooking.” I looked at him. I just hope he was serious about it. I was going to do my work whether or not they as-sist me, but I would love someone to help. “So do I know them?”
He grinned. “Very! Brother Emmanuel, and Sister Emmanuella.”
As much as I wish to have flared up, I irrupted a very loud, and crazy laughter. “Just admit you’re crazy.” I hit him on his arm.
He joined me, the whole room filled with our pla-yful, and joyful laugh. “You are the only one I can unleash my craziness to,” he said, and began to tickle me. I quic-kly shouted because I wouldn’t want to pl@yr0ûghly.
“Honey! The baby.” I said throu-gh my laughter, and the baby kicked. He st©pped, causing my che-st to rise and fall, and I breathed in and out. Looking up to check the time, I couldn’t believe time had gone so quic-kly. It was almost eight, and we haven’t done anything. I got up, and encouraged Victor too, so we could have our morning prayer. I went to the kids’ rooms and woke them up too. Their sleep every Saturday was always different. If no one wakes them up, they can spend the whole day slee-ping, especially Emmanuel.
We all got to the sitting room, and settled down for prayer.
🎶 You are God
From beginning to the end…
There is no place for argument
🎶You are God all by yourself.
Emmanuella sang her worsh!psong, while Emmanuel also picked up immediately, singing one of his songs he never missed during morning or evening prayer.
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🎶 I love Jesus
I love Jesus
He’s my friend…
He’s my friend…
I will never leave him..
He will never leave me…
He’s my friend.
Emmanuel sang, and repeated the song, causing me to smile. We allowed him, even though it wasn’t a worsh!psong. We believed he was confessing his love for GOD, and we were so happy he gladly sings it every time. As a family, we pray together, and we were happy to be consistent in doing it, teaching the children how important prayer is in the life of everyb©dy.
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“Wow! Mommy, is Daddy that is cooking lunch!” Emmanuel said, astounded by what he just saw in the kitchen. A big smile was pla-ying on his face after his surprise look was gone. I nodded, smiling back at him, while I continued taking my ice cream. I was more than happy when Victor volunteered to cook. He helps when the work is much, but having him cook the food everyone would eat, it was his first time, and I was excited for the effort.
“Mommy, when I grow up, I’m going to cook like Daddy,” he stated proudly, going to the kitchen, and back to the sitting room to tell me what his Dad was doing.
“Mommy, Daddy is cooking spaghetti. Should we go and join him?” He asked, very eager to see how everything was going in the kitchen. I couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped my mouth. Children are very curious, and would always find a way to get an answer to their question. I was glad within me. My heart screamed grateful to God for blessing me with a man who led by example.
I laughed, wondering when he would cook for us again. But at least, I hope soon. Emmanuella was missing the whole show because she was busy slee-ping after crying over taking another caprisonne, to make it three in just one day. I dragged my feet, as Emmanuel managed to hold me thinking he was the one helping me to the kitchen.
“Hmm… Aroma of sweet spaghetti.” Emmanuel and I strode in quietly, causing Victor to turn back with a teasing smile on his face. He win-ked at Emmanuel who started laughing. “Daddy you’re cooking spaghetti,” he said proudly again.
Upon this spaghetti, I can hear Emmanuel repeating
it for the fifth time.
walking towards his Dad. “Mommy, my Daddy is cooking spaghetti.”
Victor and I bur-st into laughter, as we couldn’t hold it anymore. “You wanna taste Daddy’s spaghetti?” Victor asked him, and looked up at me too. I moved closer to the pot, and took a small fork. I di-pped it inside, wra-pping the little spaghetti around the fork. “Hmm…” I smiled at him to encourage him more. “I never knew we have a chef in this house?” I tea-sed. “This chef should better start cooking for us in this house.” I said encouraging him more, to make him feel good and happy for rendering his help, and cooking for his family. Not every man does that, but men generally should be able to support their wives, and be of help in the house.
“St©p whyning me jhoor!” He said, looking away. I remembered Emmanuel has not tasted the spaghetti, and I immediately called him. “Emmanuel taste Daddy’s spaghetti,” I put the fork with spaghetti inside his mouth, and he quic-kly retrieve everything into his mouth. He smiled up at his Dad. “Wow! Daddy you’re good. I want to be like you when I grow up.” The little boy confessed, ma-king Victor and I glance quic-kly at each other, with a smile spre-ad on ourl-ips.
He finally felt relaxed, and opened up, telling me how he did the cooking. We laughed it off, and to my surprise he volunteered to prepare us another lunch tomorrow. I was glad he was a positive vibe and good example to the children. Not the man who comes home everyday demanding, and demanding all the time. Not the man that comes back home shouting on his wife. Not the one that his wife welcomes him, and the next thing he could reply with is a sl@p, and a punch. Not the one who keeps malice and talks about his wife to every soul he meets.
I was glad he was calm enough to un-derstand me each day. I was grateful he chose to stay with his family once in a while, and spend time with them. He was around to raise our children with me. He made me proud, and I would always pray to God to give him more inner strength whenever his physical strength fails him. He was not perfect, but he was doing his best to be a good role model to our children.
If parents can’t be a role model to their children, then I wonder what they are teaching them. Parents should be a role model to their children because we are the first teachers they’ve got. And if not, something is missing somewhere.
while I was done serving, everyone gathered at the table including Emmanuella who had woken up. “Father lord, we thank you for today. We pray you bless the food we are about to eat, and provide for people who are yet to eat.”
“Amen!” Everyone chorused after my short prayer.
Victor who just started this new heart, and sweet warming style at the table forgot, and was re-ady to battle with his food, but the children shouted, giving him the shock of his life. “Daddy, are you not going to feed us first?”
“Oh!” He smiled, and looked down at his food.
Haha….
I couldn’t st©p the quic-k laughter.
Losing half of your food everyday to pl@ylovey lovey
Daddy.
He raised his fork, and gave the twins one round each, getting a smile from them. “Thank you Daddy,” they both chorused. He raised his fork of spaghetti again. “To Mom that takes care of us all the time.” He win-ked, and put the spaghetti in my mouth. The children cl@pped, and cheered. “Thank you,” I murmured. We all started eating together, and in no time, I heard Emmanuella’s voice.
“Mommy this spaghetti is sweet. I want to eat more.” She drank all her jui-ce dropping the spoon after taking the last sprang of spaghetti in her plate.
“Do you know is Daddy that cooked it?”
Have been expecting that gist since.
Emmanuella looked from Emmanuel, to her Dad surprised, not hiding it one bit. “Is my Daddy that cooked?”
“Our Daddy.” Emmanuel corrected her, and I smiled to myself.
Emmanuella beamed with joy. “I will tell Florence my Daddy can cook too.” She mentioned one of her friends in school. “Florence is always telling everyone her Daddy can cook very well. Now that my Daddy can cook too, Mommy, Daddy will teach me how to cook.” She said happily, flashing her thirty two at us.
“And me too.” Emmanuel added. “I want to be cooking like Daddy when I grow up.”
Victor and I shared a look, and he could not st©p smiling. Children can be so funny. I knew the case of Victor cooking was not dropping any time soon, and was not going to st©p there or later.
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This is the joy of every couple. To see the family together in peace, in love, un-derstanding, and keep basking strong in God’s divine protec-tion. ‘Marriage is not easy’. I was told multi-ple times, saw, and witnessed how it went with my closed ones. I saw my parents fought, settled it, and never let us get affected. And when I say women must endure in today’s marriage…
Not by staying and enduring an abusive life. Not staying with a psychiatric patient who gets joy in beating his wife, and still refer to himself as a man. Not who tortures his wife emotionally, and never respect the woman whose mission was to build a family with him, and take of care him.
“Ma, what should a woman who is experiencing this in her home must do after several pleading that he would change? Coming from Sylvia.” The host re-ad out the question to the speaker who heaved a sigh, and smile warmly.
“I have questions for you. I hope you’re there at the front of the TV?” The speaker said. “Have you heard some cases about some women who were beaten, and lost their lives because of it. What happened to the men’s life? I guess you can answer that. They started their lives all over again.”
“So what are you going to do before he kills you?”
“I guess I know the answer to that,” the host cuts in. “All you have to do is walk away from him, and not your children.”
“Exactly!” The host said. “I’m strongly not in support of divorce because now, people don’t want to take responsibilities for their actions. People don’t want to fight for their marriage. Any little problem, they are out pointing f!ngersat each other. But when it comes to cases about some men beating up their wives, and almost beat them to death, the only advice I can give is… Walk your way out, before you walk your way into sudden death.”
“Ma, I’ve been greatly blessed by this show. I wish there are more educative shows like this for women to watch, learn, and…”
“Mommy your phone!” Emmanuella made me look away, and I couldn’t get the rest of the message. I’ve learnt a lot, and programmes like this are helpful. The woman was right, if programmes like this were everywhere to empower women, and everyone generally, it would be a great idea, and one of the ways to help young girls, and young guys coming up.
“Mommy take.” Emmanuella handed the phone to me. I’ve never been so lazy, and tired in my life like I was this day. I just sat at the front of TV whole day, watching, eating, and taking a short nap every hour if I could remember.
“Hey babe, how are you?” That was his third time of calling today. A smile spre-ad on myl-ips. “Going somewhere?” I asked, as I could hear his heavy breathing on phone.
“Yea,” he said. “Hope the kids aren’t giving you ha-rd time?”
“Yes, and no,” I chuckled, and he did too.
“Well, even if they, they took after one woman like that, so you better take care of your something.”
I laughed, easing my boring day. “Our something,” I corrected him
I could imagine him smiling, and unable to close his teeth. “Less I forget, I nee-d you to know I will be back home late today. Victoria has just given birth to a baby girl last last.”
“Oh my, congratulations!” My two adorable kids turned to me, seeing their mother’s face brighten up. “Mommy what is it?” They silently asked.
“Mommy Gideon has given birth to a girl,” I quic-kly reply them to get back to Victor who was still on phone.
“Yeyy!!” They both screamed. “🎶Mommy Gideon has given birth… Mommy Gideon has given birth…” They both turned it into a song. I heard Victor laughed quietly. “You told them alre-ady?”
“Yes,” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Honey how am I going to see her.”
“Will call you when I get there so you two can talk. You can’t go there in that state you are. And very soon, I’m going to be a Dad of a proud baby boy.” Happiness was so obvious in the way he talked even though I couldn’t see his face to be so sure. I silently prayed the baby would arrive safely.
“Amen. Very soon. I know you can’t wait. Now have sometime to yourself to get her something, and get there on time.”
“Yea, I love you,” he muttered very slowly. I couldn’t find anything to wipe away my smile, so I allowed it to spre-ad even more. “Hey, waiting for mine,” he joked.
A very light laughter escaped my mouth. “I love you more,” I finally said. He returned with a low laughter. “That’s a lie…because I love you more, more.” I laughed. “I know your middle name is More, so why won’t you be shouting more. And is not as if you like taking Golden morn”
He laughed, and repeated. “I love you more, more, more. And you know I like taking Golden morn. Only that Suzy Stephen’s made. ”
This time, my smile turned to laughter. “Victor plea-se go, and just go. Brother, go and do something tangible with the rest of today.”
“Go where? And you’re calling me brother. I hope I’m the only brother visiting the pa-”
“Sharra-p!” I half shouted, and bur-st into laughter. “Why are such a n@ûghty boy?” He was starting to teasing me. So ha-rd to always get him off phone whenever he calls. When we try to end the call, we would unknowingly bring up another t©pic, and talk and talk. “plea-se just go, and call me when you get to Victoria.”
He laughed. “Don’t think I’m going to cut because you just begged me to. Junior must be so hungry like his foodie Mom would always lie about.”
“Your head,” I laughed. “plea-se buy me that bre-ad Victoria gave me that day, and if you see one very h0t beans cake, plea-se buy…and, ehmm… Your children have finished the tea and milk you just bought.”
He laughed so ha-rd . “Your children, or all of you in that house? And now, I should buy another one so you can use it to take your bre-ad and beans cake.”
He got me. I couldn’t help laughing too. “You meant to say Junior. Remember he’s the one going to take it.”
He chuckled to himself, but I could hear him a little. “Very soon, Junior will be eating on his own. I rest my case. Talk to you later. Bye, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I heaved a sigh, and smiled to myself. I told him knowing I was going to take the last Milo and Dano milk, which I requested Emmanuel to get for me. Of course, no one eats alone in this house. The two subordinates also c@m£ with their cu-ps asking for their own biscuits to step it down. Victor’s call finally c@m£ in after some minutes, giving me the chance to talk to Victoria.
Victoria and I had so much to talk about that we finished Victor’s credit, and I was sure he would ask me once he got back home what was so important that we talked about and have his airtime gone.
When he got back home, we started our conversation from where we st©pped, but that was after the children and I finished our supper. They almost finished the beans cake I wanted to enjoy on my own, including Victor.
Taking out of the tea I made, Victor’s eyes bulged at me. “So this is what Junior is enjoying?” He tea-sed, almost drowning the whole tea inside his stomach. I made the tea very thick, and I knew that was the reason he gave me that look. Then he finished the rest.
“Vi-”
“Sweetheart, enjoyment is not for you alone. Emmanuel bring that tea, and milk for me.” He sat down, and made another one. “Bring another cu-p for your mom,” he instructed, while I just watched him, unable to get angry. He hasn’t sat for long with us at the sitting room, and I was glad the tea was keeping him though.
Together we sat down as one family, as he told me how his day went, and the children gisting us about their friends, what was going on in school, who beat them, and some unnecessary talks, but we stayed, and listened, which brou-ght smiles to their faces, and made them share more with us.
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