By YeTUNDE AREBI Hi! A few days ago, I received a call from “Worried guy”. It was simply to inform me that his wife has packed out of their matrimonial home after four years of marriage. I was not sure if I felt relieved or sad by the news. I had seen it coming for […]

Every woman has this dream of when she meets the “other woman” in her husband’s life.  She sees this “other woman” as plain dull and with an interesting background – a woman who would be pathetically grateful for any male attention. A woman she, the wife, would look down on with pity, convinced that her husband would be insane to leave her for cheap thrills like this one.

Any time Gbenga thinks back on the past, his memories of Laanu, his son are as painful as they once were precious. There was the magical day in May of 1992 that Laanu was born and placed in his arms. “I looked at the wonder I’d helped create and I felt really proud,” Gbenga said. “In my mind’s eye, I could see him as a toddler, taking his first steps. I remember buying him toys, especially the nitendo he was always glued to. But overriding all of these happy memories is the terrible day, two years ago, when Laanu’s doctor told me gently there was no way I could be his dad!

As I listened to Gloria’s story, my mind raced back several years, over 20 plus years ago, in fact. The location was Aguda, Surulere, at a cell church of one of the giant Pentecostal churches in Nigeria. The building next door to mine, housed a cell church and it belonged to my aunt who had given a portion of the compound to the organisation for use.

If most men could see into the future, beyond the passion that usually grips them at the sight of a possible affair, would they take a second wife? Wunmi, a bright young spark was in her teens when her dad started sending her to Teresa, a 21-year-old she called a bag of bones. She became a regular visitor to my place whenever she wanted to watch her favourite TV programmes in peace.