I laughed hard at myself when I saw a post on Olubunmi Mabel’s wall on women and how long some carry their babies...usually between 38 and 40 weeks. Some more and some less. I laughed because of my goofy moment.
I remembered when my wife Bunmi started showing early signs on a Saturday evening that she was due to have our baby.
I immediately started begging her that I was not ready!
I had the audacity to say I wasn’t ready for a Saturday baby and she should wait till Sunday as I preferred a Sunday baby.
May God forgive some husbands like us and the way we think.
Thank God for my wife whose closed mouth is always bigger and louder than the biggest megaphone in the world.
The manner she looked at me...that dangerous look...without uttering a single word stripped me to my bones and spoke the whole story of my life to me in a second. I feared for my life honestly.
Next thing I said was ‘o ya ni hospital’...that is, it is time to go to the hospital.
I quickly called Bey our family saviour from Leyton days in London till date to help colonise the big sisters in our absence.
Even as at that 6pm thereabout that we left for the hospital, I was still hoping that we should be in the early hours of Sunday morning before real baby labour fully set in.
I was wrong! Shortly after 9pm thereabout, she dumped my baby in my hand.
What was I thinking to tell a pregnant woman who carried my baby for 9 months that I was not ready for her delivery yet simply because of the name of a day?
If I was asking for one week more, I could probably have a genuine reason! But one day....a weekend oh!
Women, please just always forgive us in advance for we goof a lot and we hardly know what we doeth in KJV parlance.
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