Everything she wanted was provided, she lacks nothing in his house. She has two latest SUV cars. She has a waiting maid at her beck and call. He also employed a nanny and a chef who prepared their meal. She had wears and jewelry of assorted designs. She has all the female costumes and accessories that money can buy. She enjoys her vacation yearly in London with her family.
The evils of a promiscuous wife lies in between her thighs. What then must a man do yo cure his promiscuous wife from the clutches of lecherous promiscuity. The symphony of a wife with insatiable libido must certainly send such husband to early grave..
Elendu had exhausted every idea he could come up with to tame his wives monstrous libidinous itch. He had taken incalculable amounts of Viagra to improve his vitality and had gone as far as purchasing the local enhancers from Hausa vendors to support a marathon sex. After every effort had been frustrated, he decided to leave the deliverance of Ijeawele in the lap of the gods and wished he could love and care for her less than he did.
Elendu’s greatest challenge in marriage; his wife’s seemingly promiscuity, rose to a high when he came home unannounced from a short trip abroad to find the car of his best friend; Akuabia in whom he had always confided, parked outside his gate. Akuabia had been the one who suggests to Elendu the different things he could do to salvage his marriage. He walked with his heel off the ground into his bedroom to avoid the notice of his presence.
His suspicions were confirmed before he could enter his room; he eavesdropped their conversation and its content was a scornful remark against his person. He dashed into the bedroom, went straight to his wardrobe and pulled out his 9mm riffle without saying a word. He gave a blind eye to their scamper for clothes to cover their unclad body. He pulled the trigger against his wife and his friend and shot at them each with one of the only two remaining bullets in the riffle. He felt bad that his own death would be postponed.