How Many More Are Clueless?
Having No Idea About How to Treat Their Women!
He was about nineteen years old when he left out of his granny's house to be independent - have a place on his own. Since he had graduated from high school, did some remedial classes to improve himself educationally, and was now lucky to obtain a job, Kenny decided it was now time for him to make that big move of having a girlfriend and asked her to move in with him, into the one room he had rented from a lady not too far from where his grand mother was living.
Kenny not growing up with any male figure in his family since his father had died three months after he was born and then his mother around the age of six, his grandmother took him in and raised him as her own son. But, his grandmother set in her ancient ways, her grandson was very anxious to leave from under her roof and start pushing his own key; and that he did.
After getting his first paycheck, he went to the store, took out a bed and hire purchase preventing him from sleeping on the floor and then he bought himself two pots; one to cook meat kinds and the other to cook staples , such as rice, yams and green bananas. Having his bed, a set of sheets, his pots and a few utensils, Kenny now considered himself a man of substance. And with that consideration, Sandra was invited to come along for the ride - to live with him.
Sandra coming from a family with small means, she was very happy that a man who has a job was inviting her to come and live with him; she saw it as a great honor, and some of her friends were even jealous of that fact; her new found freedom and relationship with a man who was holding a job.
Patiently, she waited for things to turn around or get better with the relationship she was having with Kenny, but that was like waiting for ice cream to fall from the sky on a sunny day... such would never happen!
Few months after moving in with Kenny, she was expecting him to give her money to buy things for the house to make it look beautiful since that was the culture in most relationship. Give her some money for herself, especially on holidays, so she could go shopping and treat herself a bit. But, her anticipation was totally in vain. And she not being socialized or skilled to ask for what she wants, would never confront him, tell him that she needed money for her own personal stuff.
And what made matters worse, she was constantly putting out, not because she was enjoying it or desire it, but because he was like a sex addict who wanted sex all the time.
If he sober he wanted sex, if he was drunk he wanted sex, if his head was hurting, he thought having sex would would miraculously make the pain vanish, and the same it was whenever he was having a tooth ache.
Thankfully, Kenny didn't breed her... gotten her pregnant!
Six months into the relationship, all Sandra's focus were geared towards cooking Kenny's meals so whenever he returns home from work, there was food for him to devour. Iron Kenny's clothing and then satisfy him sexually; that's it! She wasn't allowed to further her studies, start a little at home or be trained in some form of skill or the other! Her only purpose was bedding Kenny; popping out her back and hip in the process; causing her to be limping some mornings after getting out of bed, then do his laundry and fix his food!
And the funny thing about it, Kenny had the Moses syndrome, a serious case of stuttering; causing Sandra to be constantly straining her ear to hear anything that he was saying to her.
However, few months down the road and it was Christmas time and noting had changed between Kenny and Sandra's relationship. He was buying a little amount of food for her to cook for the both of them and she was expecting him to give her a health sum of money since it was now Christmas time, the season for giving and he had not place a dollar in her hands for her to spend or treat herself with. So, the week before Christmas day, Kenny came home from work only to find both pots empty, bringing about a terrible fuss between the both of them.
"San-dra, why the hell... haven't you.... cook my damn dinner?" Kenny asked angrily as he force the words from his tongue.
"Master, don't you see it's Christmas and you haven't given me any damn money!"
Sandra responded heatedly.
"But woman... I don't know... how much money... to give you!"
Kenny Answered.
"How you mean, you don't know how much money to give me; are you an idiot, you don't know anything about cost of living?" Sandra asked, with hands on her hips and eyes popping.
Seeing how vex Sandra was, Kenny paused for a moment, cleared his throat and walked closer towards her, hoping, he wold wrap his arms around her shoulders and comfort her. But his method of trying to sooth her and make her let down her guard wouldn't work. Because all Sandra wanted now was money to ge shopping and go back to visit her mother and other sibling in her district.
And as Kenny raised his hand to place it across Sandra's shoulders, she raised her voice and yelled out at him.
"It's now big-big Christmas time and you don't even consider to give me a dollar so I can go and see my family or visit my granny! What kind of a man are you, and what kind of a woman you take me for? After I am pleasing you in bed, cooking your dinner, and now it's Christmas and I have noting to look forward for!"
Sandra vented furiously.
"But every night, when I rest upon your breast, I clearly tell you, that you are priceless to me and I can never phantom what amount of money to ever give to you, my dearest!"
Kenny stated calmly; presuming he was clueless about what the word, priceless, means.
"Am I a joke to you are what... almost a year with you and I must go back to see my mother wearing the same old frock on my back!"
Sandra lashed out with much hostility followed by the angry hissing of her teeth.
Filled with rage and anger, Sandra began dousing Kenny's one room house with kerosene oil. She then lit a match and threw on the floors, and soon it was set-off - blazing like the wild fires of the garbage dumps in the big cities while Kenny, kept running about screaming and trying to save some of his belongings. Some of his clothing he was fortunate to have rescued along with two pairs of shoes, and certainly, the two aluminum pots he had bought for Sandra to cooked his daily bittle.
People, were now running towards the site of the fire, some throwing water, others throwing sand or dirt to put out the fire. And after done doing so, Kenny stood there with much sadness plastered on his dark features, knowing that the bed he had placed on hire-purchase was now burned to ashes and it wasn't done paid for.
Realizing, there wasn't much he could now do, Kenny packed the few belongs he had saved from the fire, and from them, he gave his granny the two pots for her to start cooking his dinner. But unlike Sandra she boldly asked...
"How much you paying me to cook your dinner?"
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