Chapter 1: The Main Madam’s Dilemma

What do you do when you jam a high-class side chick?

This question don dey my mind for more than three months now.

As I dey lie for my bed at night, ceiling fan dey spin lazy circles for the darkness, this question go just waka enter my mind without knock. Sometimes, e go hit me after I don tuck my last pikin for sleep, the TV remote for my hand, but na only this matter dey play for my head. Wetin person go do when e jam woman wey sabi ground pass you? I dey talk true o, because e no be say na ordinary gist; na real life wahala wey land for my house like rain for August.

No be say I just dey imagine am—na because I really meet one.

Na so life be: you think say all those stories na for another person. You go dey read am for social media, dey shake head, dey thank God say your own never reach that side. But when e jam you face to face, you go understand say Naija story dey come in every size and color. This one na real—clear like daylight.

She be one babe wey my husband meet for him executive business course—fine, get plenty book, dey run her own business. Person like her suppose dey main character for her own story, but na shortcut she choose.

No be say she resemble all those slay queens wey dey do eye service for Instagram. This one get real class, her English pure, her laugh dey soft, e dey make man forget say sun dey outside. She dey move like person wey get future for mind, but e be like say shortcut dey sweet pass roadwork for her eye.

Honestly, all of us for fit just dey our lane dey collect wetin we want. She fit dey chop resources from my husband, and as long as she no cross my main boundary, I for gree make she dey.

For Naija, na everybody get him own lane. If to say people fit keep to their own, wahala no go dey. But e be like say na side chick and main wife matter no dey ever balance. E get as e dey do person body like cold breeze for hot afternoon.

But recently, I notice say my husband don dey reason divorce.

That one, e no go work.

The day I see those divorce papers for where e hide am—inside old files wey nobody dey touch—I just sit down for kitchen dey look am. My hand dey shake so till spoon fall for ground, but I just dey look that file like person wey jam juju. My mind clear. No be today I know say na me and this man dey hustle life together, so wetin be all these?

Young girls, make una no rush judge me say I get main-wife mentality, say if man mess up, you suppose just carry am throway like old shoe. But my husband no be shoe wey person fit just throw away anyhow. Na my money tree be that, and I no fit just leave am.

If you sabi Naija well, you go know say sometimes, to throway man na to throway your destiny, especially when you don tie everything for one place. People fit talk say woman get pride, but na only you know the true story wey dey your heart.