MARIAM THE GOOD GIRL.

EPISODE 5

I never expected sister to tell me such words!! My mouth dried up, I looked away. Asma said: “Maimuna, have I ever done anything bad to you?” I said no, sister. She said: “Then why is it hard to help your friend when I have a problem?” I said: “Sister, how do I start? I respect you and husband—how do I do that? It doesn’t seem right.” Asma said: “Am I not your sister and Roman’s wife?” (husband’s name). I said yes. She said: “Then what’s the problem? Or do you want me to hate you? I brought you to town nicely to live—you start refusing my request? You want me to hate you?” Hmm, hearing that and remembering the village—hmm, I braced myself. I said: “No, sister—don’t hate me. I’ve never done those things—I fear, and I fear husband. He’s not easy to approach, sister—how do I start? I don’t understand.” Asma laughed: “Now we’re walking the same path. Listen—from now I’ll give you movies on my laptop. You’ll watch how to trap a man, okay? And improve yourself—you see how you’ve gained weight—your hips are orange-shaped, use those eyes. Every step, you’ll tell me, okay?” I said okay. She said: “Don’t hide anything from me. Whatever you do in my bedroom—even if husband is there, okay?” I said okay.

She took her laptop, showed how to open, found those movies: “Here—start now with trapping. Begin today, okay?” I said okay. She left for her room. I stayed thinking—what does this sister mean? Trap brother-in-law? If it doesn’t stand for her, how will it for me? I saw strange troubles, but no choice—I feared returning to village.

I started watching those movies—really instructional, Western romance/s*x movies. I watched, got tired, fell asleep. I woke up to Asma—she said she’s going out to a meeting, so prepare husband’s dinner. Children going with her—so start work she assigned. I said okay. She left.

I stayed cooking while thinking a lot—will I manage? What if husband chases me? Agh, I’ll try. Finished cooking, saw husband’s car entering. I went quickly to his room—I was wearing my short gown only. I listened—heard him climbing stairs. I removed the sheet, started making another bed—climbed on the bed in my short gown, bending over—so he sees panties and the shape from behind. I left the door slightly open, pretended humming/singing. Heard husband push the door—I pretended busy making bed, hips shaking hard. Finished, climbed down—saw husband. He was heading to bathroom but seemed to stop. I pretended to startle and greet. He said: “Marahaba.” I said: “Sorry, I delayed making the bed.” He said: “No problem—go, I want to bathe.” I said okay.

I left shaking—I couldn’t believe he wasn’t angry. I went to bathroom quickly, bathed, came out, applied perfume, wore panties and kanga only, tied leso—but breasts shaped clearly, no joke. Went to kitchen, started setting table slowly. Heard husband coming down stairs—returned to kitchen, continued arranging table because he sat there. I passed arranging, giving him back—shaking hips hard. Finished setting, served him: “Welcome to food, husband.” I said while winking. Husband looked, then said: “Thanks.” He started eating, finished, went upstairs quietly. Hmm, I was surprised—this husband why doesn’t he even react?

I texted sister, narrated. She said: “Don’t worry—beginning is hard. Every day be like that.” Truly, I trapped husband a lot—but he never showed trapping. I told sister only—she said continue.

Six months passed—husband not trapping. Holidays came. Asma told husband she’s going on holiday to her mother’s place with children. Husband said okay. Asma said: “Continue trapping.” I said okay.

When she left, I stopped trapping—didn’t seem right, and husband himself showed no more interest—I felt disrespected and confirmed he’s completely impotent—doesn’t stand.

When Asma left, husband started coming home late—even not eating at home. Asma wasn’t reachable—didn’t call me. Two weeks passed—Asma returned, husband also returned that day. We ate dinner together, greeted, went to sleep. Asma followed me to room, asked if anything was happening. I narrated how it was. She said: “Hmm, or he has someone outside?” I said: “I don’t know, but sister—I think husband has a problem. Maybe find bush medicine, or maybe I don’t attract him—see, it’s been time, I used every trick but he never showed anything.” Asma said: “Then leave him—don’t trap anymore, okay? I’ll know what to do.” I said okay. She went to her room to sleep.

A week passed. That day was Saturday—children were picked by another sister saying going to aunt’s. They left—so I remained with Asma because husband went to work. Midday her friends came. I greeted—one said: “Asma, you have a very beautiful girl—is this your young sister?” Asma said yes. Another: “Is she blood sister?” Asma said: “Sister.” Another: “You have heart to stay with such beautiful girl—won’t she steal your husband?” Asma said: “She can’t—my young sister, man.” I passed them, went upstairs. Sat a bit, felt something—decided to go drink water. Reached stairs—hearing Asma say: “Where did you get that upwiru? You know those two weeks I was playing with mjegeje?” I was shocked. Her friend said: “Now if that father of your children satisfies you well—why don’t you leave Roman—he has no work.” I was shocked—father of children? How?

Asma said: “You—despite everything, I love Roman a lot and he has a lot of money. I’ve come far with him—how do I leave this house and property to go with baby daddy? Baby daddy has no money like that.” Friend asked: “You mean Roman doesn’t know the children aren’t his blood?” Asma said: “How will he know? He doesn’t know at all.” Another said: “Children don’t look like him—and why suddenly doesn’t stand when he was fine?” Asma said: “He doesn’t know anything, man—that’s why he even pays school fees. Sometimes I wish to leave Roman and live with that young man—he knows how to give me pleasure as a man. He makes me feel so good—sometimes I feel like peeing until my brain. Those two weeks I lied to Roman I’m going home—I spent all with my man enjoying, while he played with his real children. So Roman with his impotence—I just draw him—he doesn’t know. My friend—I get done until I call water mama there outside...”

Hearing that, I was extremely shocked