His stomach rumbled as he approached the table set. The aroma was too inviting to be ignored.
He had not been on speaking terms with her since the previous evening when she had shouted down his opinion on a political issue.
She had always been like that. Always thinking she knew better. Her MBA stuck on her like a poster.
He avoided talking academics with her, she always floored him one way or the other and gloated all the way through.
Some time back, he thought of enrolling himself at any University just to match her but he was consumed by the intense attention his business needed.
He moved with some diffidence to the table. Frowning, he opened the food warmers.
His eyes popped at the sight of the food. Just the way he loved Egusi. It had all the havables; humongous looking shrimps, egg-filled crabs, smoked fish and assorted meats!
He scooped the lumpless yam flour onto his plate and married the egusi to it. In his thoughts he had already forgiven whatever. It’s all water under the bridge. The sight of the Egusi made sure.
As he dug his fingers in he heard his wife’s yell…
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
She said with a hint of disdain.
His salivary gland which had been waiting to do some magic with the food overflowed. He was at a loss. Wasn’t this the make up lunch for yesterday’s ill manners.
“Wo please just wash your hands o, the food isn’t yours. I prepared it for Tade.”
She had a sneer on her face which was pregnant with a lot of expressions, “tifunloran”(glutton) would be one of them.
He was awashed with a strange kind of shame. This wasn’t the first time he wouldn’t leave money for upkeep. She had been saddled with the responsibility for about a year.
He felt saddened to his core. Then, his face lit up, he got up, dressed up and left the house.
Tade would be waiting…