Flash fiction – Bade

She looked at her watch, then glanced at the kitchen clock for confirmation.

It was 7pm and Bade was nowhere in sight.

She called his mobile phone for the umpteenth time and hissed when it went straight to voicemail.

God knew she had prayed. She had prayed and prayed for Bade to stop his philandering ways and come straight home after work. She had prayed that he would be content with what he had, and not go chasing after other women. She was confident that her prayers were being answered.

She looked at the table and sighed. Bade liked ewa agoyin so she had made that for him. She had opened the windows wide despite the freezing weather, just so she could make the accompanying aya mase stew for him without stinking out the house for weeks. The assorted fried meat and boiled eggs nestled in the oily stew seemed to wink at her as she looked at them. She loved to cook, especially for her Bade.

She had pestered him for weeks about going to church. She was an active worker in two departments, and could not understand why he wouldn’t attend services, at least once in a while. She wasn’t fussed about him attending her church, but there were other churches around that were just as good. She believed fervently that it was important for one to maintain a relationship with God, he just didn’t seem to get it.

She smiled as she remembered the fun they’d had at Alton Towers over the weekend. They had shrieked like teenagers as they went on one gravity-defying ride after the other, the pictures were up on her fridge for all to see. All had seemed well as he had departed for work that morning, she had blushed as he whispered his plans for the evening into her ears.

She sat down to take the weight off her feet and then decided to have some beans whilst she was waiting.

Two platefuls later, too full to move, she placed the plate on the side table beside her and shut her eyes.

She jerked awake as a text came in a few hours later.

Still disoriented, she felt around for her phone, then squinted at it as she read Bade’s text message.

‘Decided to spend the night at home with my wife. Ttyl.’

Thanks for stopping by Smile.

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About Joxy

When I'm not cooking or thinking about cooking, then I'm writing, or thinking about writing. I love misdirection....nothing is ever what it seems!
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17 Responses to Flash fiction – Bade

  1. Haahahahahahahaahaha!!
    And that’s how it happens o, sadly.
    I shouldn’t be laughing though 😦

    • Joxy says:

      Yoruba people call it ‘oro buruku pelu erin’ i.e something that isn’t good but is still funny. It’s sad that it happens….thanks for stopping by :).

  2. Ginger says:

    I saw your fb update about a mis-sent text msg….was that your inspiration? Lol.
    Nice one. Someone is about to have a hot plate of beans upended on his head hopefully.

  3. N says:

    Na wa oh! You tell people your secrets and they are inspired….I am going to sue!!!Shey because of *wink wink*? Issokay! The next comment shall be my lawyer serving you!!!Kini gan?!!!

  4. Kiru Taye says:

    LOL. Didn’t see that coming. Well done.

  5. Amina says:

    Nice one, and I like the way he ended the text with Ttyl, so impersonal… he sooo put her in her place, now the prayer is that he stays home ‘with the wife”
    Hmmmmmm may God not answer the prayers of our enemies against us o- Ameen

  6. Nutty Jay says:

    Hahahahaa…Oh No…this is just wicked! bruhahahahaha

    Fancy her praying that he stops his philandering ways. na wa na wa

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