Someone tell our husbands that they are fighting a battle they have already lost. We are going nowhere, we are here to stay! Even if our folks call them Boko Haram because they have not paid a single cent to our parents, even if we do not have any certificate to prove we are married, even if they are with us for the sake of that child we conceived to help them decide whether to marry us or not, we are holding on.
Our husbands have decided to be unhappily married and are seeking solace from the other woman. They have made it clear to the other woman that our bedroom is hell’s reception. We just realised the other day that they told the other woman that they are with us only because of the children we have together. They do not call us anymore to tell us that they love us in the course of the day. When they get home every evening, the length of their lips explains it all — pack up and go I’m too tired to see you. We don’t care how long you pull your lips, we are not packing our bags any time soon.