In a small, bustling town in Nigeria, there lived a man named Brother Chijioke and his beloved wife, Sister Nkechi. They were the perfect Christian couple—always praying together, always encouraging each other, and most importantly, always eating together.
Now, Sister Nkechi was a woman of great virtue, but there was one thing she did not joke with: her pot of soup. She could tolerate many things, but if you tampered with her pot of soup, you were on your own!
One fateful Saturday, she prepared a big pot of Ofe Owerri, thick with stockfish, goat meat, periwinkles, and all the goodness that could make a grown man cry tears of joy. She looked at her husband with love in her eyes and said,
"Chiji, I have cooked this soup specially for us. Please, let’s eat it little by little so it will last us the whole week."
Brother Chijioke nodded obediently. "Yes, my wife. As you have spoken, so shall it be!"
But deep down, something in his spirit knew this was going to be a very difficult week.
The Mysterious Disappearance
That night, after Nkechi had gone to bed, Brother Chijioke found himself tossing and turning. Sleep refused to come. His stomach was grumbling like an ASUU strike protest. His thoughts kept drifting to the kitchen.
"Just one small taste," he whispered to himself.
He tiptoed like a professional thief, opened the pot, and—ohhh, the aroma! Before he knew it, his hands had found a spoon, and his spoon had found the soup.
"Just one more taste," he assured himself. Then another. And another.
By the time he was done, half of the soup had mysteriously "evaporated."
The Investigation Begins
The next morning, Sister Nkechi walked into the kitchen and screamed, "JESUS IS LORD!!!"
Brother Chijioke ran in, pretending to be confused. "What happened? Is everything okay?"
"Chiji, my soup! Half of my soup is gone! Did you touch it?"
Brother Chijioke gasped. "Me? Your lawfully wedded husband? Nkechi, how can you suspect me? Maybe the pot has a leak?"
Sister Nkechi eyed him. "A leak? Inside a stainless steel pot?"
She stormed out and began an official investigation. She interrogated their two children, the neighbor's cat, and even the ceiling lizard, but no suspect could be found.
Meanwhile, Brother Chijioke had started a 40-day dry fast to save himself from his wife's wrath.
Confession and Redemption
By the third day, guilt started weighing heavily on him. During family devotion, he couldn't concentrate. When Nkechi prayed for "all thieves to be caught and exposed," he nearly fainted.
That evening, he walked to his wife and knelt down. "My wife, my love, my joy, my sugar banana… I have a confession."
Nkechi folded her arms. "Talk, my friend, before I descend on you."
"I am the thief. I did it. I could not resist. Your soup is too delicious!"
Nkechi sighed. She wanted to be angry, but she loved this man too much. Instead, she burst into laughter. "Chiji, so you wanted to finish our weekly soup in one night?"
He grinned sheepishly. "My dear, I was planning to replace it before you noticed."
She shook her head and laughed. "You are just lucky I am a woman of God. Next time, I will cook Egusi without meat!"
They both laughed, hugged, and from that day on, Sister Nkechi made sure to always cook extra soup—one for the house, and one for her ever-hungry husband.
Moral of the Story:
Love in marriage is about understanding, forgiveness, and knowing when to cook extra soup!
Together Forever!
