It is impossible to know or understand the mind of a woman. It seems men can never try hard enough when it comes to making women happy. It is almost an impossible task. If you are so rich you could buy her the entire world and even afford to fly her to any part of the world for vacation or spend the whole working week with her, it still doesn’t change who she is and what she wants.
I am not an Aliko Dangote neither am I Mike Adenuga; but I can hold my head high where men of timber and calibre meet among men of my generation. I am more than comfortable and can take care of any woman in the world. I am not too busy to spend time with my family, and my sex life is one that my runaway wife can confidently boast about even among her friends. The thing is why did she leave me with a bedside note and an 11 year old baby to take care of?
Monisola left my baby and I without a trace. I have never seen a thing like that before. The police believed she must have eloped with her lover; perhaps they are right, but it beats me hollow because I gave her the world. I mean she was the centre of my world. How can a woman leave her husband with an 11 year old baby to cater to? It really doesn’t matter if we have housemaids; a mother will always be a mother and the poor thing has been crying since his mum ran away.
Now I know that being rich or poor is not a guarantee that a woman will stand by you and love you all the days of your life.
In her note, she asked me not to bother about looking for her; but how can I not search for the mother of my little prince? How can I not worry about the woman who meant the world to me?
The police wanted to know if we had issues before that very day—rubbish; we hardly argue. In fact we were planning for the birthday of our little prince who was set to clock one year old before she ran away.
That’s what you get when your mum marries a wife for you. Her parents persuaded her to say yes despite the fact that she was dating someone else at that time; but the truth of the matter is that she was not threatened. She was convinced by her parents with the help of my parents too. I just got back from the United Kingdom, and my parents felt I needed to get married to a Yoruba lady.
I liked her the first day I set my eyes on her—so cute and well-mannered young woman. She didn’t give me any clue that she only wanted to marry me because she was sort of ‘pressured;’ in fact she tagged along.
In Moni’s note, she apologised for her decision to run away and leave behind her son; but she never revealed her reasons for leaving. In fact she thanked me and asked me to take care of her son.
Moni I want you to come back home; not for me, but for our little prince. As for me, I will never bother you again…