Dave's Pov

After humming like a mad fellow for over 5minutes, I got annoyed and concluded with the possibility that nobody was at home. Stepping out of my car, wearied and worn out from work, my day was a hectic one. Rolling my sleeves to my elbow, I was ready to hit the gate till someone decides to open it. I stopped when I touched the gate, it opened widely as if giving me an open invitation to come in.
Sighing, I opened the gate and rode my car into my compound. It wasn't a storey building, but a nice Bungalow located at Bonamoussadi in Douala. So my vicinity was quite quiet and gave me the desired space I needed.
Closing the gate, I walked to my main entrance and placed my spare keys into the door. Behold, the door too was open. Maybe there was a thief in my house oo, I wondered, fear spiking my heart a little. Taking a bold step, I entered the house and I almost passed out. I saw my wife, no no no let me rephrase it, "Her Majesty" On the sofa watching Life reality show, holding her phone in the hand, and doing some funny stuff. The smell of burnt pot greeted me next, and I quickly rushed to my kitchen. My meal, the one I was supposed to eat when I come back from work, had turned to burnt offerings to my ancestors.
On the kitchen floor laid plantain peelings, onion peelings, and dirty pots and plates laid in the sink.
Turning off the gas and walking to the living room, which was all disorganized I growled for the first time at my wife "Would you give me an explanation about what happened to this house?"
That was when "Her majesty", noticed my presence for the first time.
Removing her earpiece, she said " Ohh Baby you are back"
I couldn't control my temper anymore, I couldn't even explain how my hand embraced her face.
"This is getting out of hand. Ever since I got you this phone and thought you how some social media sites operated, you have become a stranger to me.
I am sure you don't even realize you left the gate and parlor door open. And I have been humming for five whole minutes. You couldn't even hear because of the ropes you have on your ears. Not to talk about my kitchen, I thought it was a pigsty, and probably you have to sacrifice my food to your social media gods."
Only the sobs of my wife threw me to consciousness, I didn't even know who this lady I had married was turning into. Seizing the phone to check what she was doing, I almost passed out, the "Her Majesty" was on Snapchat recording a series of videos and snapping filtered photos.
Frustrated, I took the phone to my room allowing her to beg me all night.
It is three months now since the incident, and I can swear that she has learned her lesson, though still using her phone, has learned to manage her time

© Ber NA Det