Chapter 6: Housewife by Force
After we marry, Ifedike tell me make I quit my job, say my health no good.
E begin dey show him true colour. He say, “Ifunanya, you need to rest. Office wahala dey too much.”
Coincidentally, my company sef wan fold, dem never pay us salary for months.
People dey run up and down, even boss no know wetin go happen next week.
After I finally get my back pay, I resign, plan say make I rest small before I find another job.
My mind dey settle, say make I rest for house, small time I go bounce back.
But as I resign finish, I no fit work again.
From that day, wahala start. Oga block everywhere, say make I just dey house.
First, Ifedike dey block me everywhere, say make I just dey house as housewife.
He dey drop money for table, dey smile like say na favour he dey do me. I dey look am, dey calculate my next move.
I no believe say na so him reason.
After all the love talk for university, na housewife life he wan push me enter? E weak me.
“Ifedike, you know say I no like this housewife life. I want my own work.”
I talk am clear, make e hear well.
But he say, “If you get your own work, no be just to make money? Our family already get more than enough.”
So, na money be my problem? Na wa o. Sometimes, rich people no dey understand say work dey give person respect too.
I just tire, but I still go dey find work.
I begin dey send CV, dey beg God.
I send over one hundred CV, no company reply me.
No be small frustration. I go dey check phone every minute, dey pray say make HR call me. Nothing.
“Ifunanya, no waste your time. You no go get job for Port Harcourt.”
His confidence shock me. E be like say e get as e be.
The way he sure, my mind begin dey cut.
Na that time I start dey suspect say if road block, na person wey put stone for there.