Omo. Nawa o.
E come be like say women cheat pass men o.
Can't even imagine the amount of resentments this brother bottled up.
You dey provide for your family, dem dey Shike your wife.
Fuck.
Stop allowing "people" to pressure you.
If you cannot, tell her you cannot.
You are the man of the house - at least, I know this one.
Stand your ground.
"People" sometimes use her friends and their family situations to compare yours.
One of the things my husband taught me was how to drive. What he didn't tell me was that learning to drive would test our marriage almost as much as it tested my nerves π€π€
Back then, every driving lesson ended in one small quarrel or another. He would correct me. I would insist I was right. Two stubborn people in one car is a dangerous combination π π
One day, I was supposed to visit a friend in Nyanya, Abuja. I told him about it, and he agreed to come along on one condition, I had to do the driving π₯²π₯²
Everything was going well until we got to a point where he started giving me instructions. As the stubborn girl I was, I decided I knew better and didn't need his corrections.
In a moment of frustration, I pulled over and said, "Fine. Since you know so much, come and drive." He looked at me and calmly replied, "If I come down to drive, I am driving us home, not to your friend's house."
I rolled my eyes. Surely he was bluffing. He was not. The man got into the driver's seat, turned the car around, and drove us straight back home.
I was furious π‘π‘π‘
When we got home, I told him that I would just take a taxi to my friend's place. He looked at me and said, "If you're leaving this house, you are driving yourself. Otherwise, sit down at home."
That statement nearly finished me π€£π€£π€£
We didn't speak for the rest of the day. And for someone who hates going to bed angry, that night was torture. I couldn't sleep. I kept turning from side to side, replaying the whole incident in my head. Meanwhile, my husband slept like a baby who had just solved world hunger.
Eventually, I called my friend and told her my car had developed a fault on the way and I wouldn't be able to make it. Looking back now, that day taught me more than driving.
It taught me that sometimes pride can take you farther away from your destination than any wrong turn. It taught me that experience is useless if you're too stubborn to listen to it. And it taught me that my husband was far more patient than I gave him credit for.
I still laugh whenever I remember that day.
Although if you ask him, he will probably tell you I still need those driving lessons π€¨π€¨
My voice is loud because I feel the pain of the common man. not because I support any person or party.
If speaking up for the people is what you call farming, so be it.
The next payout from this will go to a hospital to help those in need.
This morning, I started to stay quiet because of the trolls attacking me. But if I stay silent, I fail the people I speak for. Criticism is necessary, our government must face accountability.