Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

My whatsapp dp, my Facebook dp, my twitter dp, my qq dp, my bbm dp, my Screensaver, my world was all a picture of those little cute things. Naza was always trying her best to keep me away but in the end, she will end up asking for me. We loved being around them and so did everybody. It wasn’t much of a public something but few people did come. It was easy for me as I wasn’t footing the bills. Naza looked sweet still but all stressed up. Either she was cuddling them to sleep or she was b0s0m feeding them. It wasn’t easy and she was always taking the stress out on me.

She would never take a minute break to tell me how unreliable I was. How much of a bad father I was going to be and she needed a better role model for our pumpkins, she didn’t need me around them and bla bla bla. I was at a time getting pissed at the constant nagging even though I deserved them to an extent but then, Naza was decorating me with it. But then, whenever I look at those two magnificences she had produced for me, I was always calm with a smile on my face.

“And this is how you do it,” she said and clipped the diaper. I just crossed my hands and watched. She just needed another argument otherwise, I didn’t see any difference between what she just did and what I had done. The baby girl just lay on the bed in Chinaza’s room giggling gibberish. Chinelo was at the corner, waiting to have a laugh of her life. Chinaza had insisted the babies had no name yet until she is able to sit down and think out a name them. For now, everybody can only call them baby boy and baby girl. Baby boy was already asleep on the bed.

“So what did I just do?” I asked calmly. She picked the baby and dropped her next to her brother.

“You clipped the diaper too hard. It will feel squeezy on her and will slow down the passage of blood,” she explained slowly. I carved a smile out the corner of my mouth.


“Did she complain?” I asked slowly, moving back to avoid a slap that might spring up.


And we were done for the day. She rarely talks sense to me these days so it’s either she is pummeling me with words or she was iterating how much the babies eyes looked like mine or how they had oval faces like mine, all against her wish.

“I hope they don’t also grow up to be like you too,” she would say and let out a loud hiss.

So I kept staring at the babies. They were real cute and comfy to hold. I had to wake the girl up again. I wanted to carry her to my fulfillment.
Chinaza had gone to take her bath so it was all convenient for me. She let out a baby cry and I picked her from the bed into my arms. She stopped crying and I kept taking in the fresh baby scent from her body. I love the way new born babies smell. We were at our father and daughter business when Naza walked in, all wet with just a towel to cover her Sekxy body.

“Who woke her up?” she asked, accusing me with her eyes already.


“I was on my way out when she started crying,” I defended.

“Then what happened?” she asked rhetorically and took her from me.

“I don’t know, maybe the diaper was squeezy on her,” I said with a mock smile. She rolled her eyes and dropped the baby on the bed. She cackled and we smiled, individually.
They were our new bond, the kids and we loved them as much as we loved each other. Chinaza wouldn’t admit it but I knew, we both wished we could just come to terms and tell each other how much happy we were together with two beautiful ones in between us.

“Naza can we talk?” I asked her. She sat on the bed, sharing her powder between her and the giggling baby.
“About what?”

“Us, you and me.” I said, sitting on the bed and grabbing the baby’s finger.


“Ok. Talk,” she said in a voice portraying no emotion.


“You know my love for you is taller than this building?” I asked.

“Yes, I know but your fvck up is taller than our church tower,” she replied. I ceased the urge to laugh, I wanted to be serious this time around.

“Yes. I am sorry for those things. I just love you and now that we have these babies, I want us to be closer like we used to be, even more closer than we used to be,” I preached. She sat on the bed beside me.

“You want us to be closer, now that we have these babies? Do you want to have another one?” she asked, trying to act like she misunderstood me.


“Yes,” I said and nodded with a grin.


“And who will now marry me after I must have given birth to 1 million children for you?”
“I am here, I am not going into the seminary,” I said.


“Me, marry you?” she asked.


“Yes, was that not the plan before?”


“No, I have changed my mind. I won’t even trust you with my daughter when she grows up.”

“So you are now saying that I will be running after my own daughter?” I asked, getting angry all of a sudden.

“Who knows?” she replied nonchalantly and that was it. I vexed. Stood up and brushed my trouser.