Let’s Make A Baby – A short story

“We’ll try again later.”

Those were were the exact same she used yesterday. Nnamdi wondered why a person wouldn’t and couldn’t get angry even when she’s supposed to; even Reverend Sisters themselves got angry; this he knew because his mother’s sister stayed with them once during her training days.

“We need to talk about it,” He managed to say; he desperately needed encourage, his was fleeting.

“To talk about what?” Neki feigned ignorance.

Nnamdi squeezed his face and bit his lips on purpose – His strategy to build up morale whenever courage began to fleet was to first feign anger, and quickly fall into the real one as soon as things got heated. He haphazardly put on his underwear and walked out the room to the parlour, seeking for inspiration on how to play this day of a recurring issue in his home.

Neki sat up on the sunken mattress to think properly now she was alone; she wasn’t going to be one of those new wives who sunk into self pity when they discover that the man they married isn’t fully who he painted himself to be; in her years as a spinster she had gathered enough experience on how to make herself happy.

She reached out for the smallest of all the bags she came to Lagos – the big city – with; the only bag with its pad locked – The one she had been so secretive about for the past three weeks in her husband’s presence.

“Marriage indeed!”

She said out loud to the empty room and hissed in accompaniment. She pulled out one of her many prized possessions displayed in the bag of wonders – It was very effective as she remembered; memories that caused her to smile; the usual to make her happy when her lovers seemed unable to – Her most loyal friend since time.immemorial.

“Baby,” Nnamdi’s voice called out for her, it sounded closer than she expected, which caused her to jump back onto the mattress and hastily cover herself with the extra large duvet. The squeaking of the bed got his attention, and betrayed the illusion of her lying down peacefully.

“Were you coming to look for me?”

Her silence greeted his question, and his worn smile quickly melted. He hurriedly pulled off his boxer and entered the duvet after her.

“I’m ready now,” He yelled with joy, ignoring his wife’s face of disapproval. “No I’m not. I don’t want again,” she said.

He kept trying to put it in with repeated failure, and went under the duvet to see what was preventing his triumphant entry into Canaan – the land filled with milk and honey.

“What is this?” He forcefully dragged the intruder she was using to block his entry from her hand, and lifted it with visible disgust.

“It’s a vibrator or what does it look like,” Neki replied with more disgust than he himself first offered.

Nnamdi held it well, he lifted himself to kneel before her to observe the intruder better.

“Vibrator?” He asked after her.

Neki nodded with a crooked smile.

The length and girth caught his attention, he stared down at his own falling attention, it was no match for the thing stealing his wife’s admiration.

“But why?” He asked.

Neki dragged her prized possession from his hand.

“You better come and do now, I don’t want your disturbance tomorrow when me I don’t want to do,” She yelled without interest.

Obinna now understood why she never got angry each time he stopped stroking half way during sex; the shape of the intruder told him what it was used for – His wife was cheating on him with a toy.

He instantly lost interest in touching her, and turned, facing the other side of the bed. Neki had lost interest in him since the night of their wedding, when he couldn’t perform his conjugal right, as far as she was concerned she had been married to her black toy for the last three weeks.

A big disappointment like this was why she never wanted to get married to a man she didn’t know, love, or date. But, family, and societal demands from women wouldn’t let a 30 years old lady decide properly how to lead her future.

“How do we then get pregnant?” He finally asked to ease his confused.

“Is it me you’re asking?” She replied with a question if her own.