Good evening Ma.
I know work is good, I don't even need to ask. You're the boss. I've never told you this, well because I'm scared to approach you like most people are, (you're something of a god, we are in awe of you) well I've never told you how much I admire you, and aspire to be like you. I often wonder how you made it that far, and still going. How you became boss in a male dominated world. Everyone respects you. Everyone is in awe of you. Everyone fears you. Everyone including him, yes him; your husband.
Will you ever read this? I doubt it. And if you do you may not know it's to you. But I've been thinking about you for days now. It's none of my business but .... So he, your handsome hunk of a husband, seems he's fine 'fearing' you and being in awe of you. But it seems even more than that he misses being in awe of. He misses being looked up to and worshipped. You don't worship him anymore, you barely notice him. And so he went and got someone who does. And this time I worry for you.
You see, it's not like he's exactly been Mr Faithful in the past. I mean, it's hard to be when you're too busy, tired or uninterested to part your legs and allow him relieve his tension. So he resorted to one-nighters. He pays them when he's done and bades them farewell, till next time. But madam this time things are different. He's gone and found someone. This time it's more than rushed sex, this time it's more like love. It hurts me on your behalf that even his friends whose wives are your friends know and acknowledge her as the new madam. She gives him everything you don't and is ready to give him even more. I worry for you.
And when a few months back he said in passing that he was thinking of taking another wife, and to show that he had given it some serious thought he mentioned that bigamy is no longer a criminal offense in Lagos state, said it was removed from the Criminal Code of Lagos state. So that means he's free to marry Sisi. (His words not mine).
I've met sisi. Because of you I was determined to hate her. But madam it was hard and I couldn't. She's the sweetest kindest thing ever. We became friends and she shows me love and sincere affection. Also watching Sisi and your hubby is like watching an exaggerated romantic comedy. They're too cute. She makes him young and has put back the twinkle in his eyes and the spring in his step. For the first time in a long time he looks forward to tomorrow. Madam I know love when I see it and your hubby is in love.
Normally I would have fought him on your behalf, reminded him of his vows. Reminded him of you. But I don't because it seems like you don't care. Do you care? That's the question with which I should have started this letter. So that if you don't I could save my time and energy. But if you do... Then madam, please come 'down', come back. Madam I will never ask that you shun your job after all the sweat, tears and grit it took you to get to where you are, but maybe if you can 'worship' him just a little?
I do not begrudge you your superior career. But I find that I find it hard to begrudge Sisi either even though she's terribly in the wrong. It's just, you're too busy trying to take over the world that you've vacated your seat at home and left it empty for too long. And now your place is getting cold. Sisi smoothens the lines in the back of her skirt, she dusts off her bum as she prepares to drop her behind in that seat and make it warm again.
Seeing as I'm only a lowly observer I cannot speak, I can only write. Na siddon look I dey so Madam.
And now I find myself asking; can't a woman have it all; be a wife, a mother and The Boss? Or does something always have to give? I remember you in my prayers tonight, and because one day I may be in your shoes (just like anyone else) I only pray God to guide you and give you wisdom, and to show Sisi that she's too awesome a woman to be Number 2. As for him, he's a baby in need of love and attention like most of his kind, a little bit of that from you and who knows, Sisi might just become an inconvenient memory?
The above is Non-fiction.
The above is Non-fiction.
Who else is worried about where we're going to hear Boko Haram has bombed by the time we wake up in the morning? I know I am!
My friend just returned home to Sokoto and thankfully Sokoto has not been in the news of late, still I wonder what my Christian Igbo brother is going back to look for in Sokoto? I can only continue to pray for them all.