"PREGNANCY OPENED MY EYES TO HOW DEEPLY PATRIARCHY HAS FAILED NIGERIAN WOMEN. 😫💔
Four pregnancies. Four beautiful children. Three in Nigeria and one abroad.
I was present throughout all four journeys. During the three pregnancies in Nigeria, I attended virtually every antenatal appointment with my wife. Every scan. Every test. Every check-up. I was there. I was also present at the hospital for the birth of all my children. In fact, all four babies were handed to me almost immediately after their mother carried them after delivery. But that is not even where I am going with this.
During those antenatal visits in Nigeria, I would see countless pregnant women looking exhausted, hungry, stressed and worn out. Some would arrive with babies less than a year old strapped to their backs while carrying another pregnancy. And almost every single time, I would be the only man there supporting his wife. The only man.
Every time we got home, I would ask my wife the same question "Where are the husbands of these women? Is this really how women are treated in the hands of this God-forsaken men?" 😫
I was born and bred in Nigeria, nobody teaches all this things. I read and learnt it myself and I understand the fact that a woman should never go through pregnancy alone.
Then I moved abroad. And my eyes opened even wider. During my wife's last pregnancy, despite working full-time, I never missed a single hospital appointment. Not one. And whenever we arrived, the waiting rooms were full of husbands supporting their wives. Men taking notes. Men asking questions. Men carrying bags. Men holding hands. Men showing up. That was when I realized something. Maybe I was not the normal one in Nigeria. Maybe that was why I always looked odd. Because what I was doing abroad was normal. What I was doing in Nigeria was treated like I was doing something extraordinary.
That was when I truly understood how deeply patriarchy has damaged Nigerian men and, by extension, their wives.
Nigerian men, stop this nonsense. Pregnancy was created by both of you. You may never fully understand what these women are going through physically, emotionally and mentally, but the least you can do is support them with your presence. And please, don't ever compare pregnancy to you going to work.
Look at the picture of my wife during our last pregnancy. Look at her tummy. Look at what her body had to go through just to bring another human being into this world. And you dare compare that to any work in the world? Are you mad or something? 😫
After everything pregnancy does to a woman's body, some of you still call women fat. Some of you still call women lazy. Some of you still call women cranky. Some of you still complain about stretch marks. Haaa. 😫 Every time I looked at my wife during those final months, I was genuinely afraid for her. The physical sacrifice alone was enormous. The discomfort. The sleepless nights. The body changes. The risks.
Men, respect these women. Give them their flowers every single day. They deserve far more than a simple thank you. And as for me, I still tell my wife thank you. Thank you for risking your life four different times for our family. Thank you for carrying our children. Thank you for enduring what I could never endure. Thank you for doing something that neither I, my father, my grandfather nor any man who will ever live can do.
African men wake up from your slumber. Women deserve more than gratitude.
They deserve respects"
After childbirth, a woman doesn’t just “bleed a little” the uterus is essentially shedding a whole temporary organ called the placenta site, and the open blood vessels left behind are roughly the size of dinner plates.
That’s why postpartum bleeding can last weeks your body is literally rebuilding the wall of a house it just tore down to get the baby out. 😳
@Hamm6767@Angel_phase Is not about her marrying Daniel (they are both adult), is about joining in taking the child from her mother. If she's unfit mother we hear, but that is not the case here.
When Jaiye die (her husband then), they did not take her daughters from her.
Everyone in that industry has been shading Funke Akindele, every damn year, and this woman has not utter a word. Enough is enough. Let everyone do what pleases them. Leave her alone.
I don’t talk about this often.
A few years into our marriage, my wife fell seriously ill. Doctors said she needed a kidney transplant urgently, and later, part of a liver too. To them it was “medical options.” To me, it was simple.
I didn’t pray to ask if I should do it.
I prayed that God would make me eligible.
When they told me I was a match, I felt relief..not fear. Signing those papers felt lighter than signing our marriage certificate, because this time I wasn’t promising with words, I was promising with flesh 😅.
The surgeries were hard. Recovery was harder. There were nights I couldn’t stand straight, days I questioned my strength. But every time I saw her breathe better, laugh again, regain life …my body felt small compared to the joy.
She still apologizes sometimes.
I still remind her: I didn’t give you organs. I gave you time. ❤️
Marriage isn’t flowers, aesthetics, or online quotes.
Sometimes it’s choosing pain so the person you love can live.
If I had to do it again, I wouldn’t hesitate.
That’s my wife.
That’s my marriage. ❤️