I have come across a very funny story. A married woman went to tattoo Bola Tinubus’s face on her back, complete with his name and birth date. Wait first, how is she sure of the real date o, since they say the thing has been changed over 80 times on Wikipedia? Anyway, she did that o to show her love for her hero. But wahala burst o. The husband don drive her comot for house and rightly so.
How will I want to make love to my wife and I say, oya, turn so I can be very robust, and she turn for me and as I am going na Tinubu face I go dey look. I will lose my something na. That is where I am sure the annoyance is. Why would I be looking at Tinubu when I am trying to concentrate? You know, at above 50, the struggle we men face to maintain turgidity and continue at a respectable pace to the finish. You now come to complicate matters by adding Tinubu face. So the man drive her and say, since na Tinubu you want, go to him na.
This thing almost happen to me too when Duchess come dey carry Sanwo-Olu for head. Mbok, Sanwo-Olu everywhere in my house, Sanwo-olu poster for my bedroom. Same thing o. When we start as I want to jump on top, I will see Sanwo-Olu smiling. I will lose it. So one day, I call meeting, I say, “Please, dear, can you at least remove the Sanwo-Olu poster for the bedroom. I understand the toilet, living room, my cars, my kitchen, but in the bedroom, it is distracting me.” She say on one condition that I allow her to go to Sanwo-Olu campaign. Kai. My wife to go to campaign? So that all those APC boys will be touching her inside crowd? I say no o. So that is how I continue to manage, with Sanwo-Olu staring at me each time I was trying to be a man. Na wa.
