’ Infuriated both by her requesting a clarification and her supplication for kindness, the beast hit the lady again in her left eye, and over her nose.
He went for her teeth and thumped her on the highest point of her lip.
Had they been instructed they would fathom that Igbo ladies have solid feelings, and endeavoring to stifle them resembles attempting to smother a developing pregnancy.
In the kitchen where she had gone to scoop out some browned rice to encourage their five youngsters, the spouse turned creature trapped her with a solitary punch to the back of the head.
‘Try not to hit me, please,’ argued the spouse, ‘and what did I do to you that you hit me so hard, thus ordinarily?
There are Igbo men, poor and well off, educated and unschooled, who are of faultless character.
They could never lay a hand on their spouses nor endure any man who hurt their dear little girls, their wonderful sisters and their amazing moms.
Or, if you find the locals too different, you can find someone from your own culture in the same region to hook up with and compare notes with or chat about "home" with.