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A Must Read For Every Woman. by mhsanni(f): 7:47pm On Dec 25, 2012
Wow! This is a MUST read story
guys! Came across this piece online
and not sure who wrote it, but it’s
a great story with a solid lesson to
teach and a reminder to every
woman. Please continue reading
and don’t forget to
share…..someone out there might
need this!
“Biyi hasn’t worked for that long?”
Dayo’s voice drips with resentment.
“For real?” “He’s been trying,” I say
in feeble attempt to defend my
husband. “You know how the
economy is.”
…My husband and I had vowed
never to bring in a third party into
our relationship but with a bank
account screaming for revival, I
need to share my burden with
someone else. I grip the phone.
Dayo is unusually quiet. “You still
there?” I ask. “Hello?” “I am here,”
she says. “I just didn’t know things
were this bad. And all this while, I
thought Biyi was providing for the
home.” But he is, I argue silently.
Well, maybe not financially for
now, but in every way else, Biyi is
a rock. “It’s not that bad.” My
words sound frail. Dayo clucks her
tongue. “You might as well be a
The words hit me like a fist. “Na
you I blame,” she continues,
oblivious to the damage her words
have caused.
“Me? Why?” She is blaming me for
this? Seriously?
“Why do you keep paying the bills?”
“Because there is no one else to do
it,” I protest, upset.
“For real? He drives your car too?”
“He needs it,” I mutter. “To attend
job interviews and stuff. He gets
back late sometimes.”
“How late are you talking?
“Nine, ten…ish.”
Dayo pauses for a second. “I hate
to say this gurl, but your husband
spending your money on another
woman.” Whoa! Hang on. Where
did that come from? “Haba, Dayo.
Biyi would never—” “Look, I know
men,” she slices in. “You are his
moneybag and he will take you for
a ride as long as it takes. Where is
your dignity, gurl?” Ride. Dignity.
Moneybag. Ouch. “But he’s a good
guy,” I manage. Can my husband be
using me? It had never crossed my
mind in the past, but I now wonder
if Biyi is actually having an affair.
“I trust my wonderful Dennis…,”
Dayo is saying. I barely listen. My
eyes are on the clock. It’s almost
midnight and Biyi isn’t home. I
force myself to hear what Dayo is
saying about Dennis Ono, her
multimillionaire-oil- company-
golden-husband. Gosh I envy her
life, her perfect marriage. “My
marriage is wonderful,” Dayo says,
as if in affirmation to my
undeclared words. “But only
because I show Dennis who the
boss is. He cannot try nonsense
with me. Abi, you think it’s easy to
get ten thousand pounds a month
as pocket money?” She really gets
ten grand a month? That’s like, my
entire annual salary in my crappy
job plus bonuses. Life is unfair.
Honestly. “I am Biyi’s wife,” I say.
“I cannot just desert him.” Or can
I? At this rate… “In that case,”
there is an edge to her voice now,
“give him an ultimatum. He gets a
job in two weeks or you are out of
that marriage.”
“Look, I know his type,” she says
with conviction. “He conveniently
won’t get a job as long as you keep
dishing out your money.”
“Starve him,” she adds. “No sex.
Make life hell. You are not an ATM
Keys jangle in the hallway. Biyi is
home. “Talk later,” I say to Dayo.
“He’s back.” “Stand your ground,”
Dayo whispers menacingly.
“Ultimatum. Two weeks.” I hang up
with a sigh. My husband is leaning
against the door frame. For a
second my heart falters. He looks
tired, drawn. But Dayo’s words
punctuate my compassion. “Where
have you been?” Biyi gives me a
side smile. “No hug?” I jerk my
head at the wall clock.” Its
midnight.” “I had a job interview in
Birmingham,” he says. “I called you
tell you I was stuck in traffic but I
kept getting your voicemail. What’s
wrong?” I rooster my head. Is that a
whiff of female perfume? It is.
Dayo is right. He has been with
another woman. With my car.
Spending my money. My head
spins. “Biyi,” I glare at him, “Where
are you coming from?” He steps
back, surprised. “I went to
“Did you get it?” I screech. “The
Biyi shakes his head. “I didn’t—”
This is the last straw. I wrench my
hand out. “My car keys.”
He gives me a hard level stare.
“What is wrong with you, Toni? Did
I offend you?”
“Pass my keys!”
He thrusts the car keys to into my
palm. I push past him, grab my
duffel bag and stuff my overnight
things into it. I know I am acting
crazy but I have to show him that I
would not be taken for a ride. That
I am not a moneybag. That I have
dignity. I zip the bag up and spin
around. My husband is staring at
me. “Is everything all right with
you, sweetheart?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Where are you going with that
“I need to clear my head.” I am
still yelling.
“Can we talk first?” Biyi suggests.
“I don’t want to talk. Get out of my
He moves out of my path. I swipe
a hand across my face, smearing
my cheeks with mascara. “Don’t
look for me. I will be back when
my head clears.” I rush out of the
house, jump into my car. My rage
doubles as the feminine scent
permeates the car. He has been
with a woman in my car. I feel like
an idiot.
* * *
I pull up in front of Dayo’s
mansion. Her husband’s Porsche is
in the driveway, and the porch
lights illuminate my dreary form as
I reach the door. I ball my fists to
knock, but a scream freezes the
“Kill me!” I hear Dayo scream.
“Good for nothing idiot. Womaniser
of the century!” Whoa.
Momentarily, I am unable to move.
My hand hovers in the air. Dull
thuds, muffled screams. Dennis
curses. “I warned you never to
serve me stew that is not freshly
cooked!” “Am I your slave?” Dayo
yells back. “If you want fresh stew,
get your PA to cook it for you. Or
you think I don’t know about her?
You think…”
Dayo’s words are silenced by
another thump. My hands fall to
my side as a flurry of blows stifle
her cries. I want call the police, do
something…anything. But I cannot
move. And so I shut my eyes tight
and listen as my friend is
pummelled by her husband. The
beating stops. I should dash to my
car, but something holds me back.
“I am sorry I got you upset
darling,” Dayo finally says. Her
voice is laced with pain. “It is my
fault. I should have cooked for
you. I…Toni wouldn’t let me get off
the phone…its her fault.”
“Next time you talk to me like that,
I will tattoo a punch on your
forehead,” Dennis growls. “Get into
the kitchen and make me fresh
stew. And do something about that
leech you call a friend.”
That is enough for me. I sprint
back to my car and drive home.
* * *
A knock sounds on the window.
Biyi. I wind down and he gives me
a smile. “Head clear now?” he asks.
“Leave me alone,” I mutter. Dayo’s
wonderful Denis beats her up? And
she never mentioned?
“I will leave you alone in two
seconds,” Biyi says. There is a
twinkle in his eyes. “But first, get
out of the car.” I oblige,
grudgingly. “What?” He reaches
under the car seat and pulls out a
small basket. “I didn’t come home
straight from the interview. I
stopped over at the Perfume shop
to get you this.” He hands the
basket over. Inside is a range of
exotic feminine perfumes and a
small card. I pull the card open,
read the words: “Thank you for
your support during the hardest
times of my life! I love you.”
“That’s why I was late,” he explains
as he pulls me into a warm
embrace. “You have been so good
to me, Toni. I couldn’t have asked
for a better wife.” I can’t reply. My
throat is lumpy.
“When you left the house to clear
your head, I got a call back from
the recruiter,” he says with a beam.
“God answers prayers, babe. I got
the job. It’s a package you won’t
believe. Let’s go in. I’ll tuck you
into bed and you can tell me what’s
bothering you?”
* * *
I awaken to a text message from
Dayo. “Denis is flying me to
Seychelles this weekend. This is
what you get when you stand your
ground. You have to be a no
nonsense gurl! Don’t you just love
my life? Ciao sweetheart Bleep.”
I type a quick response back: “Ciao!
and i deleted her number right
Now, this is one story every woman
should read. The grass is never
greener on the other side, best
believe that. No matter how good a
friend’s marriage it, NEVER EVER
compare with yours. It’s DEADLY
and could cost you so much!
by Abimbola Dare



Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by diamonds112(f): 8:43pm On Dec 25, 2012
Thanks alot,its really inspiring.
Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by eiete(f): 10:50pm On Dec 25, 2012
Thanks alot for the post, poster. A very intresting read.
Posts like this should be on the front page, instead of the nonsence that gets pasteted there each day.

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Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by pmc01(m): 7:35pm On Mar 20, 2013
Mashaa Allah. Very lovely piece. Thanks for sharing.
Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by wonyi: 2:47pm On Mar 21, 2013
So cute of u. I've gained something
Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by LordReed(m): 5:15pm On Mar 21, 2013
Good read! What a sweet story.

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Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by MrsChima(f): 11:02pm On Mar 21, 2013
Still reading.
Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by Nobody: 1:43am On Mar 22, 2013
Nollywood things wink
Re: A Must Read For Every Woman. by miredia(m): 2:19am On Mar 22, 2013
Women are inarguably women's worst enemy.

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