Chapter 1: My Lioness, My Wahala

My wife get strong wahala for body.

Na true, her stubbornness fit break coconut, but na that same fire dey make her special. People for street dey fear her sharp mouth, but for inside house, na her soft palm she dey use pet me. When e come reach family matter, she dey always stand gidigba for me like Olumo Rock.

But because of me, she gree go church deliverance, and e don really help her.

I know say na wahala woman she be, but to see am kneel down for altar, pastor dey pour anointing oil for her head, e touch me. The way she close her eye dey pray, tears for face, I know say she dey try change for me. After that day, e be like heavy load comot for her body. Even people for church begin notice the difference. Me sef, my mind rest small.

Sometimes, even when I try hold her for night, she go gently push me, dey worry about my health. She fit look me with those her cat eyes, hold my hand, whisper, “Dashu, abeg, no kill yourself. Tomorrow still dey. I dey your side, no fear.” Sometimes she go rub balm for my chest, tell me to drink warm tea. I go just dey look am, dey smile, my belle go sweet me as I dey look am.

"Dashu, you dey stress yourself too much. Health na number one. Abeg, sleep early, no overdo."

If na market woman talk am, e for no sweet like this. But for her mouth, e get as e be. She go touch my face, adjust my pillow. Even when I dey vex, she sabi calm me like small pikin. Na woman wey sabi care, and that one dey sweet man belle.

Sometimes, when night breeze dey enter room, I go just dey look her side, dey thank God say I get woman wey fit put me first. I go dey pray make this happiness last reach old age.

Until one day, as I dey travel for work, dem slide one card with my wife picture under my hotel room door.

As I see am, my heart skip. Wetin concern my wife picture for hotel card? Na there my story scatter like sand wey tipper pour for road. I never know say my own wahala just dey start.