Her glasses were cracked and two of her artificial nails had been pulled off. She had since been careful with them because they were beautiful in red and had cost five hundred naira more than the last time. Evidently she had forgotten this when the yellow woman called her a prostitute. She lunged at the woman's head and lost two of her nails inside the large mass of bohemian hair that was currently pacing up and down the saloon threatening fire and brimstone.
"Husband snatcher" the yellow woman shrieked, begging for another slap. Adunni unplugged her blackberry charger from the wall and tucked it into her gucci handbag. "Useless thing" was hurled at her again, this time accompanied with an offensive hiss. She made no move to reply. When the fight started, somebody said something about an ashawo feeling funky but nobody was eager to pull the two women apart. When however the yellow woman was locked in a firm arm grip receiving without protest a fine dishing of blows, she was swiftly rescued by the women in the saloon with cries of "E jo, don't you know she's somebody's wife?" Adunni laughed and that was the end of the fight. This was lagos and you were not praised for taking another woman's husband. She zipped her gucci handbag and left, firmly deciding she preferred home service.
In a cold office around the lagos island, a man sat behind a
desk building a somewhat impressive career. He was from all indications
oblivious of the hassle being invoked in his name and adjusted the
flowery frame on his desk. The picture was taken on their wedding day
and he smiled as he thought of his beautiful wife. He picked up his
iPhone 5 and dialed "emeka plumber".
A woman picked up, fuming.
