“You idiot! How did you get yourself in this mess?” Ama fumed.

“Dear wife,” Kofi wheezed as blood spilled from his wound. “I need to confess before I join our ancestors. I’ve been sleeping with your sister for the past six months.”

“That’s alright Kofi,” replied Ama nonchalantly. “I’ve been sleeping with your brother since before we got married.”

“That’s fine, my love. I have a child with Esi.”

“My best friend?”

“Yes.”

“Haha! Our son is not yours.”

“You wicked woman,” Kofi gasped.

“Philanderer!”

“Hell is waiting for you.”

“But you see my dear husband, you’ll get there first.”

[100 words]

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