The parents and the guardians PT 2

Abike Badmus sat at the edge of the bed as she watched her husband Mike put on his agbada. As she watched, she shook her legs in such a way that showed that something bothered her, and her husband knew that too.

"If you have something to say you better talk now." He said, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he fitted his cap to his head.

"I'm just wondering about the kind of man you are. It's like after all these years I don't know who you are anymore."

Mike smiled and then turned to face her. He pulled back the long yard cloth to prevent them from falling off his arms before he spoke.

"I'll tell you what kind of man I am. I am the kind that provides the roof you're living under, the kind that provides the soft wide deluxe bed you're sitting on. The kind that provides the elegant meals you eat, the vacation and shopping trips you have with your friends to Dubai. I made all of this happen." He said with satisfaction and gestured with his arms out wide.