WHAT I JUST LEARNED ABOUT MY HUSBAND

First off, to those who celebrate it, a belated American independence day to you. I hope you enjoyed your weekend. I spent my weekend in the woods, camping with my people. Yes, it was two nights in the bush, grilling, swatting away bugs, singing by a campfire and enjoying precious family time. I have to say that it was fun. The kids were and continue to be extremely excited. My husband, who is a bush man at heart, was in his element and will continue to be happy for the rest of the week (I hope).

So, all in all, it was a good trip. But, most importantly, this camping trip taught me something about my husband. That guy can be sneaky oh! My loving and sweet husband knows that camping and I do not always mix. He knows that I go camping, when I do go, to make him and my children happy. And, also to enjoy the bonding opportunities it presents. However, this man kept some incredibly crucial information from me. Information that would surely have prevented me from going and even forced me to put a complete ban on the activity, sef.

See me see trouble. While sitting around the campfire, I told my husband about a poster I saw warning campers to avoid Black Bears at all costs. The poster advised that Bears are typically more afraid of humans than we think, and cautioned that although they tend not to attack when unprovoked, they can attack. So, there I am sitting by the campfire with my kids and my man, cracking jokes about how if a Bear could smell the serious chicken and ribs we were eating, blah, blah, blah. Na so my husband come tell me tori. He told me that the last time they went camping, he'd left the bag of trash out while he put the kids to bed. Usually, you are advised to put your trash out of scent and reach of animals who could open it up and well, you know. Well, after putting the kids in the tent, he came out to find the unsecured bag of trash missing. After searching with a torch light he discovered that it had been tossed close by in the bush. Upon further inspection, he realized that a fresh doodoo diaper (provided by non other than Bomboy) had been thrown down on the floor, while chicken bones, and other meat items had been removed. Clearly, the 'aroma' of Bomboy's poop was far from appetizing, but the rest of the food bits were not. lol!

Can you imagine? This is the story my husband tells me while sitting in the bush! To say that fear caught me would be an understatement. I was scared out of my mind! I had to pretend that I wasn't scared because of the kids. Nevertheless, I quickly brushed their teeth, washed their faces and feet and carted everyone to bed. All night long, I heard bears oh! Yesssss, I woke up at night and could hear twigs breaking under their feet, lol!!!! I am shocked at the underhanded maneuver of my husband. He knew that if his kids nagged me enough, I would have to go camping and so he neglected to tell me about this bear situation. He now argues that it could have been a raccoon that removed the trash. Yeah right! The only reason the man even told me this story is because he was full on chicken - you guys know that chicken make my people very happy, right.

And that is what I have learned about my husband after 6 years of marriage. Chicken is the way to loosen that man's tongue. That's right!

Why? What were you expecting me to say? That he ommitted to share important camping information? Ah, that is nothing. All spouses leave out the little bits that could cause serious problems, loL! For me, the insightful lesson is really that I need to always have chicken handy when I need information. hahaha.

Okay folks, abeg go give me a vote (or two or more) at Category B of the Nigerian Blog Awards. Thanks to all those who thought enough about me and my blogs to nominate me oh!!!! I truly appreciate it. And like I said, "shayo dey plenty!" =)





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