My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

He was taken aback by my question but he quickly recovered from it and smiled_ quite sheepishly I must say.

"Of course I am a man, I have been very horny many a times. But even that too I have tamed, by the grace of God. I still am a work in progress thought."

"Will u keep quiet." I burst out laughing. Mimicking one of their Nigerian slangs. "Shut up! Osheey tamer."

This time he was the one that laughed harde, while he kept hitting the chair and his legs as he laughed. He was really amused, maybe it was the way I said it.

Was my voice that funny when I tried to use slangs?

"I'm very serious o. Shaa you don't know situations I've found myself in before now. Only I know them. So let me keep quiet."

"Tar let me hear. Have they given you the touch that electrocutes brains? The one that you will just feel your head sparking. You can even die in that moment sef."

"Yes na There's still the but shaa o, because no matter how principled I am, na man I still be. Best thing to do remains when konji don dey high like mad for your body, gather yourself and flee from the room or corner or wherever. If you dey there dey form jagaban oshey thanos the bad guy, 30something minutes after, you'd be stretching in the full glare of your n.a.k.e.dness. It is known"

"Oh my God!" I shook my head laughing. "What's this one saying?"

"See eh Everything happens in your head. Once you can exact some control from there you'd be fine. Once you notice and once matter don pass your power, omo flee and flee and You know what I'm talking about, hannty."

"How long will you continue to flee my brother. How long." I sang. There definitely should be a song like that.

"As long as my feet can carry me and as long as my heart doesn't grow weary or lose it's way." He sang back.