Ben drove home late in the night, he pretended to be sober, but was seriously drunk. The first person that greeted him at the gate received a surprising answer.
“Oga welcome.” The guard said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Came the languorous reply.
Ify stirred awake, turbo-charged. She had prepared to send down the rain tonight. The children were asleep.
Ben was singing a worthless song he had learnt at the party. As soon as he walked into his room, the fowl smell of alcohol hit Ify’s nostrils. He was totally zonked and if she fought with him, she might become the winner and Ben would have learnt his lessons. She walked to where he was pulling off his clothes and held him by the belt.
“Where have you been you drunk animal?” Ify charged.
On hearing that, Ben turned in a lightening speed and spi
