27/10/2025
MY NEIGHBOR WHO BECAME A FRIEND, THEN TURNED EVIL BY WANTING TO SLEEP WITH MY WIFE
I live in Zingalume, at a famous ten-door mudada, and I’m married to a beautiful wife.
Lately, things haven’t been easy financially, but I’ve been doing my best to provide for my family. Among my neighbors is a man I once considered a friend and brother — we’ve shared walls, stories, and laughter for years.
It all began innocently. He would compliment my wife every time she dressed up for an occasion. Over time, the compliments turned into gifts — small at first, then more expensive. Eventually, he began pressuring her to sleep with him.
After six months of persistent advances, sweet words, and gifts, he finally managed to convince her. Perhaps my struggles to provide opened that door — he could easily meet needs I sometimes couldn’t.
They planned to meet on a Monday afternoon when everyone was usually away. At exactly 13:00 hours, my neighbor knocked on my door. My wife opened, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and quickly let him in.
To him, this was a long-awaited victory. My wife had played hard to get, and he felt proud that his persistence had finally paid off. He even bragged about the number of married women he had slept with in the neighborhood — and how they all “appreciated his performance.”
My wife excused herself, saying she was going to the bedroom to change into a towel. While she was gone, my neighbor, filled with excitement, peeped through the window to make sure no one was around — then hurriedly took off all his clothes, ready for his so-called gymnastics.
Just then, I walked in from the bedroom.
I cleared my throat and greeted him. He froze instantly, as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn’t believe it was me standing there.
I asked calmly, “What are you doing in my house?”
He stammered, “I–I came to help your wife fix the bulb in the living room.”
“Really?” I said. “You fix bulbs naked?”
He tried to change his story. “No, actually I came to repair the stove.”
I laughed softly. “The stove? Without power?”
He dropped to his knees, trembling and begging for forgiveness.
Then I called my wife, who had been listening from the bedroom all along. I told him, “I know everything — the compliments, the gifts, the promises. Every single coin and item you’ve given her, we’ve kept. And we’ll return them to you.”
I added, “But before we do that, please go ahead and give my wife that ‘something I’ve never given her’ you promised. I want to learn.”
He started shaking uncontrollably, pleading with me to let him go.
I told him, “You’ve destroyed our friendship and our families.”
Then came the final blow.
I called out his wife — who had also been in the house, listening from the spare bedroom. When she walked in, my neighbor nearly fainted. The color drained from his face. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written purely for entertainment and educational purposes.
Lottie Tondolo Siame
Tondolo the Comedian
