@IamKingShedrack@instablog9ja@solomonbbuchi I knew someone would try to bring this part, that's a different case. I'm not wiser than God but there is a part where God gives the technology to detect abnormalities. If you can keep a child with abnormality no problem it's your choice
@Allure_scent Did you miss out the point she said she cooks, her husband cooks and they jointly agree to order? No woman will cook for Femi. You think it is by cooking that a man is kept? Lmao.. you have a long way to go
@fortunateozuyak I will tell him anonymously, don't let an innocent man suffer because of his wife's mistake. "I can't believe even men are saying it's not your secret to tell" I will talk so we won't say it's God whereas the problem is sitted comfortably
I once lived in a compound where my neighbor would wake up to cook, wash, get his kids ready and drop them off to school on his way to his business.
One day the wife shouted at him and his first daughter went "Mummy stop shouting at my daddy I don't like it"
His kids rallied round him. Daddy sorry, don't be sad. Kids know. Irrespective of their age. They knowโฆ and see everything ๐
"PREGNANCY OPENED MY EYES TO HOW DEEPLY PATRIARCHY HAS FAILED NIGERIAN WOMEN. ๐ซ๐
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?" ๐ซ
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? ๐ซ
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. ๐ซ 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"
They say the reason for marriage is for companionship but they lied.
The reason for marriage is solely for raising children.
If itโs not so and itโs for companionship then why the rush to get married? Why are we even getting married?
You can enjoy companionship in relationship in fact you enjoy that more when youโre unmarried.
Donโt let them gaslight you, the sole purpose of marriage is to procreate and raise kids.
My friend's marriage was last month.
After the marriage, her husband asked her to break her sim and get a new one, so she could cut off people.
It didn't sit well with her.
She said she didn't want to cut off people that have been part and parcel of her life.
Her husband told her to choose between him and the people.
She said she'll choose her husband over and over again but that doesn't mean she will cut off her friends and others.
As the issue was becoming serious, she told her husband if he could also break his own sim and cut off people from his life, she will do same.
Husband said he's the head and she must do his bidding.
A month old marriage just ended.
Will you change your sim after marriage and cut off people?
Will you ask your wife to change her number?
Who is to be blamed in this case?
My friend had her baby through a C-section in a teaching hospital and was discharged after a few days.
Her mother-in-law had already arrived for omugwo before she got home.
The moment she entered the house, her mother-in-law complained that she had been starving and told her to find something for everyone to eat.
Still weak from the surgery, my friend quietly went into the kitchen and started cooking.
A few minutes later, she suddenly fainted and collapsed.
She was rushed back to the hospital and had to be readmitted.
When she was eventually discharged, her mother came straight to the hospital and took her away.
She spent months recovering with her parents before her husband's family eventually came to apologize.