"Nna, what is going on over there?" Chukwu enquired from an onlooker standing nearby.
"Two women fought themselves almost to death because of a man." The bystander replied.
Chukwu walked closer to the scene, and saw two ladies, almost half-naked shouting at each other, and with bruises all over their faces, and blood flowing.
Ugobest lives around Enugu metropolis, and has been a successful hair dresser in town. Her salons are patronised by the wives of big wigs in town. As the women got their hair done, they gossipped a lot.
Some talked about their marriages, and, or husbands. Majority complained about the shortcomings of their husbands. Those who were not married gossipped about their lovers. At times, you heard dirty gists, asiri, or rumour.
Without knowing it, Jannifer was careless to expose her husband, and his faults, not knowing Ugobest was trying to make an encroachment.
Ugobest had surreptitiously obtained all the necessary information she needed from Jannifer, before she made a move.
She craftily sought out Kennedy's best foods and drinks; what turned him on and off, and all she needed about Jannifer's husband before making a deadly move. It was like the KGB, CIA, or the Mossad at work.( The KGB is the secret police of old USSR, while the CIA is the Central Intelligence Agency of America, while the Mossad is secret police of Israel).
Before Jannifer knew what was happening, Ugobest had won the hearts of her husband, and a relationship had already started.
" I did not know you were fake and mischievous." Jennifer shouted.
"One man's meat is another man's poison. You did not like Kennedy, and you left him, and I took over." Retorted Ugobest, "what is my offence?"
"Shame on you; husband snatcher. Go, catch your own man; leave my husband alone for me. My own husband, I repeat--for emphasis. Be warned."
"You are a big fool; while other ladies pampered their husbands, you maltreated your own man. You pushed him into my waiting hands; and I grabbed him without wasting time. A big catch!" Laughs out loud.
"But you advised me to leave him." Sobbing hysterically.
"Are you a fool; so you lack common sense? Go and look for another husband. Kennedy is mine; I have taken over, and you cannot get him back. He loves me so much, and, we are deeply in love." She shook her body proudly in jubilation.
"I will fight you until you run; I must take back my loving husband. I will frustrate you by all means."
"Fool that you are! You now realise he is a nice guy, but it's too late; I am already carrying his baby", pointing proudly at her stomach."
"I will travel all over Nigeria to make sure you do not marry him. I will visit Okonaku; Okija, Chokoneze. I will visit Ijebu ode. If you don't run mad, call me a bastard! I must have my sweet revenge. He who laughs last laughs best."
Ugobest gives her a big laugh. " I have already fortified myself with otumokpo. You are too small for me. Can't you see this expensive ring I am wearing? Odigheshi." She raises her right hand. "I obtained it from India. Indian talisman."
Kennedy was happy to have met Ugobest, and happy she had come into his life by the time she did. He just believed God sent Ugobest to wipe away his tears, and to rejuvenate his life.
He found it strange and hard to believe the story about Ugobest as a husband snatcher. The two women can settle their differences, as long as he enjoys his newfound love.
The women continued to quarrell endlessly. Many people have tried to settle their fight but without success.
Two other women stood nearby discussing the event. "You see the irony of life. You don't value what you have until you lose it."
"One man's meat...another man's poison."
"People should stop telling other people their secrets and family problems."
"She has learnt a bitter and important lesson about life. Keep your secrets secret."
This incident is an eye-opener.
Life nawa. Many women now specialize in husband-snatching since it is not always easy to secure bachelors. If you are careless with your husband--gbram! Someone else grabs him. Life is a teacher.
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