To tell you about….,
The woman I share a man with. The woman I share a man with, is not like other women; she is different in a nice way. She is not fat like you may think, no. She is slim, and tall. She is not yellow yellow though, she is dark like me. She has the nicest curves, and when she walks, her buttocks do a kind of a dance and this sends all men into reveries of infidelity. She is prettier than me. She is educated, and above all she is wise. She is wise; she has never ever confronted me even though she has heard rumors. I know she will never confront me, she is beyond exchanging words, and she is beyond public drama. I love her and admire her, and I am happy that we have at least two things in common, the color of our skins, and her husband. She is a rare woman, she is like my mother. She is the only woman who has been silent about my sleeping around with a man who is not mine, his man. It is like she understands. She even says hi to me when she sees me at the market. I once met her in the butchery, she was buying meat. She looked thoughtful, maybe sad. Her husband had spent two weeks in my house. He had also spent three quarters of his salary on me. She works in the bank, she gets good money, and I know this because her /our husband told me. It wasn’t necessary though for him to spend all his money on me. But he is man and for some weird reasons, he feels he should make me feel like a prostitute by paying me which is not good.
I have always wished that we could talk, me and her, you know, that we could maybe sit down, over a cup of steaming coffee, under a mango tree or any other tree that she wants, so we can talk. Can that happen? I want us to meet and talk woman to woman, talk for two hours maybe or more if she wouldn’t mind. I want us to talk about this man that we share. I want us to talk about lots of stuff, about his long beard and the way I love it. talk about his broad chest, about his snoring, about his groans, and then maybe, just maybe, we can work out a Rota, a sort of timetable, who knows, he may end up in her house three days a week and in mine the remaining three days and then on the remaining day, we can have a threesome. I am already imagining how it will be, you know the threesome. I will also take notes about other things, like how to make him eggs that don’t nauseate him, and how to make him stop eating omena. Then I might also explain why I do it. Why I am in it, why I will stay. You know she needs to understand that should he die (God forbid), it is her who will sit on the widow’s seat. It is her who will inherit most of the stuff; the money, the cars, his clothes, shoes, et cetera. Then I will re assure that I am free of all sexually transmitted bugs, and I am willing to be faithful for her own sake.
I know she will see sense in my words. She might even introduce me to her two fat kids, or invite me to her sister’s wedding. This should surely work. It will make her have peace of mind, and it will of course make me feel freer …………….well, it is just a wish.