One of the most interesting aspects of the job I do online is listen to and read different types of true life stories you will never imagine would happen or would have happened. Over the years, Iyanda’s diary has brought you all kinds of amazing and bizarre stories; tales that touch the heart and make the ears tingle. While I think the young man whose story you are about to read is a bit funny; there are a lot of valid points being put forward too.
While I commend you readers for visiting my blog these past years; I would also love to encourage us to put in a word of advice to our contributors who take time to share their pains and secrets. These people need our help—they need our advice to get out of very challenging and difficult situations. To start with, Dagogo, whose story you will start reading from the next paragraph, just got married and is fed up with the marriage already…
Dear Iyanda, thank you for accepting to publish my story on your blog. I have been a regular visitor to your blog since my NYSC days in Jigawa State. My guy that Jigawa of a place no dey smile at all… Anyway thank you for the opportunity given me sha; I hope I can make something out of the rest of my already miserable marriage… Just imagine; after eight months of marrying a girl I dated for nine years I don tire already…
Belema and I were best of friends before we got married. We dated and courted for nine years; but in-between we were studying law and Medicine in the University. She studied while I studied medicine; but I was already in my third year as a medical student when she secured admission.
As a law student, she was the pride of her entire family; who made it known to the whole world that their daughter was studying to become a big woman. In short their attitude also affected the money I paid for Belema’s bride price. The family descended heavily on me because they felt I was taking away their jewel. Don’t mind them, as if being a medical doctor is inferior to being a lawyer…
On the traditional wedding day, they gave me correct yawa (tough time). They frustrated the hell out of my people, and Belema was just having fun while these guys milked my savings dry…chai… My bright eyes turned red as I was made to leave for home with just 800 Naira.
The church wedding wasn’t challenging, and so I won’t bore you with that…
Now Belema and I are unhappily married—yes unhappily married because I am already tired of the things I am seeing. My guys, dating a girl is different from marrying her ooo… Please don’t joke with those words ooo. The only words I remember from all the counselling sessions Belema and I attended were “if you know you are not set for marriage, please proceed no further before tying the knot…bla bla bla.” Lost count of the sessions we both attended together because I never cared about most of the things they told us. As far as I knew then, Belema and I loved each other and no one can tell us anything new that we didn’t already know; now it has backfired!!!
What has Belema done wrong?
Enough wrong things my guys; the babe now hangs her undies everywhere in the kitchen and on the balcony. I can’t even correct her anymore because she will come up with “superior” arguments. I knew her as a woman who could argue a lot, but not the way I see her do at home these days.
My wife thinks we should be sharing the house chores like cooking and washing dishes…madness personified. If you are a lady or a feminist and you are reading this, please don’t even advice me; I am not cut out of that. Belema came up with a laughable and crazy timetable where she indicated how many days I would be responsible for cooking in a week; but was “kind” enough to spare me the task of cooking the soups…
Church nko? My wife doesn’t like my church because she believes it is old school and my pastor is too formal. She has been nagging me since we got back from our wedding thanksgiving service; she says we should look for a modern church with “soji” pastor (modern day preacher)… wetin person no go see for this my baby lawyer wife… I now practically drag her to church every Sunday. I now get to church late every Sunday because my wife takes hours to dress up.
This is just the beginning; Dagogo’s marriage experience continues…
