Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What
worried him was not the fact that he
seemed to be having a progressively bad
day every day for the past three months.
He was concerned because he was
beginning to get used to it. And that was
not a good thing.The kitchen of the
Babalola household was redolent with the
smell of something fried and spicy, but the
ambience was ruined by the emotions
running riot in the fragrant space. A plate
on the counter washeaped with an
appetising load of golden toast and fried
eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As
mouth-watering as the food looked, it was
the object of dispute that morning. Jide
stood over the meal, arms crossed as he
faced his wife, who sat on the other side of
the counter, pretending to be
busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife
ignored him, and concentrated on furiously
tapping the keys of the laptop in front of
her. Early on in their marriage, whenever
hecalled her full name like that, she would
give him her full attention, because it
usually meant he was in a serious mood.

“Patricia, can you at least respond when I
call you?”She stopped typing and looked
up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her
eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks
could kill, he would have been vaporized by
her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she
retorted. “You’re standing no farther than
three feet away from me in this small
kitchen and you want a formal
acknowledgment to show I can hear
you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to
ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him
for a moment longer, then tapped a few
buttons on her laptop and closed it gently.
When she faced him, arms folded on top of
the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he
sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to
get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia
jeered. “Your servant is listening, please
speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to
ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I
said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to
eat this morning. I understand why that
would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There
was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i
don’t think you understand at all. But you
will. Very soon.”“And what does that
mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired
of all this, woman. Every day it’s one
quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way,
doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see,
yesterday you were angry because I didn’t
make breakfast for you, right? I apologized
and explained I had a work deadline to
meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up
early to fry you eggs and now you’re
saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!”
Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and
allowed his shout to fade off before she
clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting,
right? You have a funny way of apologizing
o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna
pulled out angrily from his compound.
Setheing at the memory of his conversation
with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his
securityguard and sped out of the estate
where they lived, almost brushing a yellow
tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the
driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he
took out his annoyance on the road,
leaning on his car horn and yelling curses
at any driver that dared to be slow.

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