- The Storried Platform
WATCH YOUR WOMAN – By Dean O. Arutoghor
Ahmed didn’t mind working two jobs so that his wife could focus solely on looking after their five children. Yes. He was traditional like that. He saw himself as the provider and protector. A real man. He would do anything to make sure his family was safe and wanted for nothing…Well, that was the official line he gave to anybody who cared to listen anyway. Truth be told, Ahmed was deeply suspicious of this Western culture of men and women working together. Come on, every fool and his dog know how many affairs happen at the workplace. Men will be men. Why tempt fate by mixing the sexes? Hell no. There was no way he was going to put his wife in that position.
Of late, his wife, Aminat, had been whining about going out to work so that she could have some independence. Blah, blah, blah. This was one of the reasons he didn’t want to bring her to Birmingham from Pakistan. His parents had warned him that this could happen but he reckoned as long as he kept knocking her up every other year then she would be too busy having babies to make time for outside work anyway.
So, come 6 am, with the rest of the family still in bed, off to work Ahmed went. As he fired up his old rickety car, he looked up and saw his cousin Hamza in the upstairs window of the house next door. They waved at each other. His trusty cousin, Hamza. His eyes and ears when he is not around. Nosey parker, Hamza, would brief Ahmed daily about any comings and goings to his place when he was at work. Ahmed wanted him to particularly look out for any female visitors that Aminat had who were wearing trousers. There was something very corrupting about women who wear trousers and Ahmed didn’t want his wife associating with them. Hell no.
Ten minutes after he drove off, his cousin, Hamza, went to the back of his backyard, finished off his cigarette and after making sure no one was watching from the overlooking windows, he scaled the fence. With his spare key, he unlocked the back door to Ahmed’s house, tiptoed up the stairs and crawled into bed beside Aminat.
An hour later a giggling Aminat ushered him out through the back door as she prepared to get the children ready for school…Oh, including the two by Hamza she was passing off as Ahmed’s.
By Dean O. Arutoghor
Ahmed didn’t mind working two jobs so that his wife could focus solely on looking after their five children. Yes. He was traditional like that. He saw himself as the provider and protector. A real man. He would do anything to make sure his family was safe and wanted for nothing…