Come and carry your huncle

It was Friday night. Baba Tunde had been sampling his homemade gin Ogogoro mixed with energy drink and pride for hours. By the sixth bottle, his eyes started seeing things his brain didn’t approve.

He turned to his wife, Mama Tunde, who was wearing her regular wrapper and watching Zee World, and said with slurred confidence:
Fine girl, how much you go charge me for one night

Mama Tunde blinked.

She dropped the remote, removed her headscarf slowly, and shouted:
Are you mad. You’ve been drinking inside this house all day. THIS IS YOUR WIFE

Baba Tunde squinted harder and replied, Wife ke.. E be like say I jam sugar mummy today o

Mama Tunde chased him around the house with her head tie shouting,
By the time I finish with you, your ancestors will sober up too

Drink responsibly before you toast your own wife like a stranger