You don’t wanna be caught in this situation by your wife

Assumption, they say, is the mother of all blunders in the world. Carol walks in on you having a throaty laugh with her visiting female cousin. You got home early, and you tried to be a good host by having small talk with her.

Her cousin is quite a looker. At 28, she is so well kept, flat tummy, hips curved to perfection, perfect bust and butt, super-beautiful, and with razor-sharp wit. You really enjoying her company and  can't remember the last time a girl made you laugh like a madman. Coastal women can be overly charming.

And then in walks Carol, and she is instantly infuriated. Indeed, her beautiful cousin is dressed in what can be termed inappropriate depending on the setting. But the assumption is that you are a modern household and how a woman dresses is not a big deal. Wrong.

Immediately, Carol summons her, being younger and they start cooking some chapatis.

You chill on the sofa, waiting for the 9 o'clock news to catch up with up the NASA and Jubilee shenanigans. Dinner is served. The chapatis are the best you have had in the entire world. Neither Carol nor your house help can do such a perfect job. It is obviously her cousin. Then you make an effort to thank whoever who made the chapatis.

"Whoever who made these chapatis, they are the best I have had in a long time," you say nodding in approval. "That is my hand, I can give Carol the recipe," she says, excited. (Carol rolls her eyes in disapproval)

"Damn!" "It is how we make them at the Coast!" she goes on, and you can see, Carol wants to kill her.

Later in bed, Carol goes straight to the point.

"What were you talking and laughing so hard with Vio?"

That gets you off guard.

"I didn't like the way she was seated. She was badly dressed..." she mumbles on.

Now, this is a dicey situation. How do you react? What will Aristotle do?

"I don't like her. She should finish what she came to do and leave..." Carol feverishly mumbles on. "She wrecked Tom's marriage. She is a husband snatcher..."

You want to ask her who Tom is in her family tree, but you can't. Silence here is golden.

"Don't get too close to her, or too familiar...she is dangerous."

"Aaah, I didn't know...But I find your fears in this case unfounded, or misplaced," you say in your most confident tone.

"Why?" she asks, slighted.

"I mean, I respect you and I can't dog you with your blood cousin..." "You are a man, duh!" she says dismissively.

There is no effective comeback to that. Like for all the men in the world, you are advised to be quiet. You know Vio will be kicked out by tomorrow, or worst be made to dress like a woman in the choir in the village. Carol does not suffer fools happily.

There seems to be an unspoken rule among women. Their husbands must never get too close much less talk to any female (house help or any visiting female relative) in the house.

What is this insecurity exactly about? Of course, men have abused whatever little trust women may have extended our way, but that is no reason for women to be irrationally insecure. There are some decent men out here. You could be one of them.