“Mama Bomboy come na.”

“Papa Bomboy leave me. Leave me eh!”

“Ah don’t shout now, you want to wake the children up?”

Mrs. Bimpe Isijola ‘Mama Bomboy’ eyed her husband warily as she shifted to the far end of their bed. Between catering to the needs of her five children and running her shop, she’d had a long day and was not in the mood for any hanky-panky. Her 6th and last born, Tobi had been running a temperature earlier, and she was still slightly worried about him. Needless to say, having relations with her husband was the furthest thing from her mind tonight.

“Abeg leave me. You no see say Tobi no well?”

“Ehn, na your shouting go wake am jor.”

“Na so. You don buy condom?”

This was the recent bone of contention between them and perhaps she could use it to wriggle out of his advances tonight. When they got married, they had planned to have only 3 children, yet they were now on number 6, and if she let him have his way, perhaps they would end up with 20!

“Come now sweet heart, you know I don’t like those things.”

Ah, he’d switched to full English; this was serious. Bimpe kept her back to him hoping he would decide to leave her alone. But he seemed to be on a relentless mission and wouldn’t give up.

“But why don’t you just do that salt and water thing that you always do now? Why do I need a condom again? Abi are you accusing me of sleeping round?”

“Papa Bomboy that salt does not work!” She’d leaped off the bed now, her furious anger surprising even...



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