I was so much in haste to leave Bunmi so I could meet my lovely wife and my 2-year-old daughter. We had made out plans to stage a kidnapping script in order to divert my wife's attention from what the real deal has been. We had to put a call across to my wife in line with my rescue plan; a ransom of 2 million was demanded from her, which was an impossible figure for her to achieve.
I could feel the brokenness of my wife from her voice stating that she had been able to raise N270,000 barely, which in no way could match the planned ransom demanded. In line with the execution of our plan, I sent my wife Bunmi's number, claiming she was my secondary school classmate, who I usually assisted with her assignments, and that she might be able to add a little to what she had raised.
Without argument, my wife called Bunmi and introduced herself; she pleaded for support from her, and without hesitation, Bunmi, who was a natural scriptwriter and interpreter, acted the role so perfectly. She sent my wife 1.3 million, claiming she is out of town. However, she instructed my wife to get a loan and assured her of paying back when she returns to town. With all assurance and excitement, my wife had entered the streets of Lagos to get an additional loan and just make up the 2 million audio ransom.
That evening my wife and my pastor followed the instructions to drop the ransom, and I was released. I immediately saw my wife's guilt eat me so deeply, like the cankerworm, because stress was shown all over her face; she became so dark, wretched-looking, and thin all because of worries about my sudden disappearance.
I got back home; she had made hot water for me, prepared herbs to drink, and gave me a very sumptuous meal; according to her, they would have starved me so much. (In pain, I shook my head, saying that if only you knew where I had been, you might not have opened the door to let me in). I had missed my daughter so much getting home; she had slept off. I thanked my wife for everything she did and kissed her repeatedly.
I knew how much she had missed me because we are both sexually hyperactive, and we sometimes might almost want to pull down the roof. Immediately she dragged me to one of the single chairs, placed me to sit, and began real penis lubrication with her saliva running through each of my active penis veins. I grabbed her ass but couldn't feel any thick watermark stretch marks unlike that of Bunmi; immediately my sexual appetite went down. I just kissed her and pleaded being tired and zoomed to bed.