MY OWN SIDE OF THE STORY

Don’t castigate me. Never blame me for what I did. Don’t see me as evil. Don’t see me as though I never love my husband. With all my being, I bestowed love on him. He was my choice man. I cherished him above all others. Yet, to him it was as if I never existed. I’m human, a female by gender, I have blood running through my veins. I needed to be cared for, to be loved and cherished. I loved but it was as if I was not love.

My husband had been carried away with administrative work such that our marital relationship no longer matter to him. I’m a woman of integrity if not he wouldn’t have married to me. I was not born promiscuous, but remember I am human and have feelings because God did not create me a robot.

I wouldn’t have stooped so low for a common slave for help. But I thought if I did it within the comfort of my home, I would not be in danger of being exposed. And since he was not from our town my secret would be sealed. I was desperately in need of help. When my husband brought this guy I thought I have seen one. Young and handsome, smart and intelligent. He was a perfect picture of the kind I want.

I offered him my body, to my dismayed he rejected my offer. I felt ridicule, dejected and embarrassed. Yet, I never gave up. I used all the seductive techniques I knew but to my offer, he said no. This is yet another emotional blow from a slave I love. I’d suffered enough of it from my man. Not again from my house boy.

Many blamed me for lying at him, but if I did not, how would I continue to stay in the same house with him without being ashamed of myself? Would he still give me the respect that I deserved as his master’s mistress? He was my husband choice slave and there’s no how I could have convinced him to chase him away. Unless I implicate him.

What if you were me?

If you were me what would you have done? He hardly touch me. He was a man full of authority, having many materials wealth at his disposal but in this one thing he was poor. He deprived me of my marital right due to his tight schedule. I’m human, and had blood running through my veins. Never blame me for what I did. I wouldn’t have looked elsewhere if he satisfied my need. He married me but was romancing with political duty.

Never be in haste to judge me, I have emotions and wouldn’t have done that if he was there when I most needed him.

If you were me, you would have done worse.

I’m POTIPHAR’S WIFE.

Remember keep being you and keep being true

Till we meet again, I remain my humble self, AKERELE ODUNAYO SAMUEL.

© OdunayoSamuel

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