…During lunch at work last week, I ate 3

plates of beans (which I know I shudn't).

When I got home, my husband seemed

excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:

"Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."

He then blindfolded me and led me to my

chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just

as he was about to remove my blindfold, the

telephone rang. He made me pr…………o mise

not to touch the blindfold until he returned

and went to answer the call. The beans I had

consumed were still affecting me and the

pressure was becoming unbearable, so while

my husband was out of the room I seized the

opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg

and let one go. It was not only loud, but it

smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a

skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my

napkin from my lap and fanned the air

around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the

other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink

was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my

ears carefully tuned to the conversation in

the other room, I went on releasing atomic

bombs like this for another few minutes. The

pleasure was indescribable! Eventually the

telephone farewells signaled the end of my

freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few

more times with my napkin, placed it on my

lap and folded my hands back on it feeling

very relieved and pleased with myself. My

face must have been the picture of innocence

when my husband returned, apologizing for

taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked

through the blindfold, and I assured him I

had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and

twelve dinner guests seated around the table,

with their hands to their noses, chorused:

"Happy Birthday!

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About Obasi Chinedu

Obasi Chinedu Is an Author at www.nigerianuniversitynews.com. He is a member of the Nigerian Union of Campus Journalist (NUCJ). You can reach out to Him On Twitter via @Obasi_Chinedu

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