20 Years with a Fulani Man… This Is My Truth” I have been married to a Fulani man for 20 years. Twenty years is not a joke. It’s not something you explain in one sentence. It’s a journey—full of lessons, surprises, and things nobody tells you before you enter it. So today, I want to…
Marriage Diary #7
“After 40 Years of Marriage… This Is What I Know” I have been married for over 40 years. Forty years with one man. No divorce. No separation. Just life… in all its forms. People look at me today and say, “You are lucky.” But what they don’t know is that marriage is not luck. It…
Broken Home #6
Chapter six After her confession, the room felt heavier than it had ever been in my life. I stood there, still trying to process everything she had said, still trying to understand what was real, what was emotion, and what was just the fear of someone who knew their time was ending. She was still…
Broken Home #5
Chapter five I didn’t waste any time. My hands were shaking when I picked it up from the ground. My heart was beating so fast I could barely think clearly. I just knew I had to show my husband immediately. I didn’t even stop to question myself anymore or try to make sense of what…
Broken Home #4
Chapter four Now that everything had fallen apart with Lamin, I began to feel like I had lost the very thing I once held onto with pride. The same son I used to see as my strength, my advantage, my reason to feel superior… was no longer that. Instead, he had become a source of…
Love Diary #5
Left That House Without Looking Back” When I got my job in Abuja, I felt like life had finally started working for me. I was still young, but the job paid well. For the first time, I could take care of myself properly. I rented a self-contained apartment in a quiet estate. It wasn’t too…
Marriage Diary #6
I’m Still Here… For My Children” If you see me outside, you will think I’m fine. You will think I have a normal home, a normal marriage, a normal life. But inside my house… it’s a different story. My husband is a womanizer. Not the kind people whisper about… the kind everyone knows. He chases…
University Diary #2
Thought I Was That Girl” I entered university in my mid-twenties. I wasn’t like most girls in my class. I was older, more exposed, and I already knew what I wanted from life—or at least, I thought I did. I didn’t come to school to struggle. I didn’t come to suffer. I told myself I…
Broken Home #3
Chapter three That was how I continued, slowly and quietly using what I had—my son, my money, my position—to place myself above her. I didn’t shout, I didn’t insult her directly, but my actions spoke louder than words. Everything I did carried a message, and deep down, I knew she could see it. I moved…
University Diary #2
I Thought Love Was Enough” I chased her for one year and a half. Not small time. Not play. Real chasing. Real effort. I knew her from school, saw her almost every day, tried everything to get her attention. Slowly, she started noticing me. Slowly, we started talking. And before I knew it… we were…