Famooz, Sun Shine, I send you a flower for the vase on the coffee table in your office.
I have a dilema when it comes to choosing a spouse. You see I had two Mothers. The real Mother and my daily Mother, Auntie, the one chauvinists call "Mboch". (Don't I hate that insult).
Mummy taught me to be good at school and to be smart in dress and all those pleasures of the middle income world and also how to remain in that world or higher.
Auntie taught me the pleasures of peeling a cooked sweet potato without wasting too much of the white honey under the red skin, while Mummy gave me conflakes and weetabix for breakfast.
Auntie taught me how to peel a sugarcane with your teeth and enjoy the pleasure of sucking heavenly juice, while Mummy taught me to eat with a knife and fork, bought me ice cream and fed me with cerelac when I was a baby.
But most of all, Mummy taught me to treat my sexuality with decorum and honour for the lady while Auntie showed me, practically, how to give a woman pleasure.
If only I can find a lady who would be Mummy and Auntie all rolled into one, jealousy then would not arise. Until then, I remain a bachelor.