THIS “HELP” CALLED WIFE By Matthew Femi Adedoyin

I lay alone on the big couch in my six bed room duplex and asked myself the same questions that have been troubling my mind for years. “Ayodele, Why would a girl play games with a guy as rich as you are? Why are you still single at this age? Why……. Why?” I screamed.
I have always nurtured the dream of marrying at 28, I promised myself to be faithful to my wife, be an awesome husband and great dad. Now I am 36 and I am scared if Omolola, my present girlfriend will eventually end up as my wife. Why won’t I, when she does not give me all the benefits that other girls in time past gave.
My younger brother is just 30 and already has two kids. There was a day I visited him and his son shouted “Mummy, Uncle Ayo is here”. The mother secretly shut him up and said, “He is not uncle Ayo, call him big daddy”. After exchange of pleasantries, my brother jokingly said “Egbon, eyin na, e tete mu ‘yawo wa, ki Junior ye ma pe yin ni uncle mo”. My mother would not let me rest; my father would always want to know what the problem is. All my friends are already fathers and I have always avoided going to family meetings and events because of the question of “When will you bring a wife home”. I have kept my relationship with Omolola secret because I am tired of introducing a new girl to them annually as a fiancée. I want to be sure Omolola is not one of those many girls that have disappointed me in the past.

 
I had my first girlfriend when I was in year 3 in the university. She was in year two. She was so caring that she made it her duty to supply me breakfast and dinner. She washed my cloths and helped me in the cleaning of my room. I had concluded in my mind that she was a complete wife material until she called me up one midnight to call the relationship off. Her reason till date I do not know.

 
Then I finished school and went for NYSC where I met Adaobi, an idemili girl. I met Adaobi at NCCF meeting. She was a chorister and was very beautiful. My relationship with her started two weeks after we met. I have seen movies where people romance and caress each other but I experienced real life fun for the first time with Adaobi. The supposed god – like babe was the one teaching me different romance techniques. After two months, she moved in with me in the self-contained apartment that I rented and took responsibility of a full house wife. She gave me all the wifely benefits from cooking to sex. She was the first girl I ever slept with and she was so shameless that she discussed it with her friends. She was a romance counselor and sex act– expert at home but a virgin in fellowship. A month to our passing out, I called the relationship off because I felt I wouldn’t be able to live with a hypocrite for the rest of my life and also because I realised she can never make me the best husband I want to be.
After service, I applied for after school training in Abuja where I met Joy an Akwa Ibom lady. The only thing both of us shared was sex. All the time we were together, there was never a day we did not have sex. I had concluded that sex is all it is to relationship and that it is the best way to exhibit love until I caught Joy having sex with a course mate; that was the end of the relationship.

 
As if that was not enough, I moved back to Lagos where I became the MD of my dad’s company. I started dating Waje, the company’s accountant. Waje is not only intelligent, she is also very beautiful. Her dress sense is first class. She understands color combinations and workplace etiquette. She exposes a little part of her cleavage and her beauteous thigh for whoever cares to get a glance. “This is the unsurpassable relationship I have ever being”, I thought to myself. I sucked the exuberant, fleshy round curves on her chest with my oral fissure. I would put my head on them like pillow. With Waje, you are on top of the world. One day, after office, we both went straight to my house where we had another great round of sex. She dropped a letter and a card for me in my bedroom and left the house unannounced. The letter was a resignation letter and the card, a wedding invitation in Washington DC, USA. I cried my lungs out but Waje was gone forever.
Then I met Abiola, a single mother – A kind hearted, free spirited and gorgeous woman. The pressure at home has become intolerable, so I decided to festinate Abiola into marrying me. Our relationship started and the intimacy grew really fast. Abiola does not play with prayer. She talks about Christianity, church, God and the likes. You will think she is another Mary, the mother of Jesus. To cut the story short, Abiola became pregnant and to my utmost surprise I was told I wasn’t the father. I accepted my fate when the DNA confirmed it after the handsome baby was born.

 
After my quandary with Abiola, I met Oghenetega, a warri damsel. We met at a christian center on the Island. Tega as she is fondly called is a christian in the day and a worshipper of affaradigioya, their village deity in the night. I felt I could endure until she told me our first child must be bath with the blood of a goat and palm oil. I did not wait for another minute to call the relationship off.
I was so discouraged that I made up my mind not to go into any relationship again. I was even made to believe by my Uncle that Akoyi, my village ancestor needed to be appeased so we could know why I have the problem of amubo iyawo. My mom has taken me to numerous prophets – both real and fake for prayer. I have attended so many singles’ events like “Get me a spouse or I die”, “My wife! Appear by fire”, “Battle against spirit wife” etc.
Till date, I have no wife and I am still very much alive, my wife has not appeared either by fire or by thunder neither have I done any wedding with a spiritual being called emere or iyemoja. Why are all these happening to me? I was lost in serious thought until a call from my secretary disrupted my thoughts. “Hello sir, one miss Omolola Adebayo is here to see you”. She said. “Oh! Omolola, let her in” I replied.Omolola is my friend, Banji’s neighbor and she has always told me to visit her church. So, she came to invite me to the singles’ night holding in her church. I felt reluctant at first but it the end she was able to convince me. That evening, the praise and worship was like nothing I had ever experienced and I enjoyed the time spent in the service. At the end of th sermon, I responded to the Pastor’s altar call. I gave my life to Christ and I started attending church regularly. Omolola would always call me to inform me about programs going on in church.

 
I joined the membership class and I grew both physically and spiritually. After a year, I approached Omolola for a relationship, she accepted after a month and half. Since we have been in courtship, Omolola never entered my bedroom or my kitchen, neither does she cook in my house nor wash my cloths. She would always say, “I am not your wife yet, and until then, I won’t allow you enjoy the benefit of a husband. If you visit my house, I can cook for you but I can’t cook in your house neither will I bring food from my house to yours”
Now this is my fear, if all those girls in time past gave me husband’s benefit as Omolola calls it and yet leave, won’t this one that does not give me at all leave soon?

 

Foot Note: Marriage is not a two minute instant noodle; you need to take your time before venturing into it. The numerous house chores she does for you do not guarantee she is your wife; the different styles of sex you both have does not mean you will eventually marry her. The “help” called wife is more precious than anything God ever made. She must be covered so deep that you need to search and search to find her. Not all these thin legged girls, who expose their big pumped tattooed boobs, stinking bum bum and tooth – pick thighs you pick on the road while driving, or the ones you meet at the club who have no future ambition. Neither is she just any girl you meet in the Church. The scripture says, he who finds a wife, finds a good thing because your wife should help you grow in every ramification of your life – your business, career, home, personal life, spiritual life and other areas.
When she comes into your life, then you have obtained favor from God. Therefore, you don’t just pick her accidentally, you have to look for her, search for her and find her.

 

Disclaimer: This article is purely fictional; any similarities between the story, characters, events and real world story, characters, events respectively are purely coincidental and unplanned.
The writer is on twitter as @adedoyinmatthew

© 2013, Matthew ‘Femi Adeoyin Matthew ‘Femi Adedoyin is a polymath and a blend of gifts. He is an internationally known abstinence advocate; a dynamic and prolific teacher, a humorist, a strategist, an astute speaker, an intellectual blogger and a shrewd Sexual – Preneur. He is one of the youngest and finest sex recovery experts in Africa. He is referred to as the “Apostle of Sexology” due to his ardent fight for human sexual purity. He was recently voted by Big-Shot Consulting as the most prominent sex recovery consultant and relationship coach in Nigeria.
He is an authority when it comes to issues of leadership, relationship, self development, sexual purity and abstinence mastery.
He blogs on www.matthewadedoyin.com and www.abstinenceicon.org

2 thoughts on “THIS “HELP” CALLED WIFE By Matthew Femi Adedoyin

  1. I'm happy to read that the article is fictional, because I was going to ask how you met a girl at NCCF and the relationship turned out to be nothing but sensual and that's where it all spiralled downhill for the character. May God have mercy on His church. Thank God that sanity prevailed in the character's case all the way. As per Omolola, she seems to be an extreme but she sure has her own values. I do not advocate for doing his laundry while both are courting but if you visit his house you can prepare a one-times lunch that both of you can eat together and nothing me; I do not recommend cooking to pack his freezer full for a month. Like Lola says he can enjoy that only when he's married. Thumbs up Lola, I respect you by the way; you are a role to model

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