OUR WIVES-TO-BE, DOESN’T IT MATTER?

Many a time when some ladies and “wives-to-be” notice certain changes in the character of someone they ‘think’ has their fragile hearts, they mismanage such a situation with unnecessary silence and anger. Whenever our “wives-to-be” find themselves in this abysmal pit of emotional noise, they keep mute for long like a drum-less beat. Definitely, they misbehave as a result of this. They swim tirelessly and effortlessly in the deep blue seas of their cardiac wilderness. Doesn’t it matter our “wives-to-be” ask us what the problems are? Doesn’t it matter our “wives-to-be” communicate to us instead of talking to us? Doesn’t it just matter?

Our dear “wives-to-be!” All of a sudden, we stop communicating despite the fact that we once told you we cared ; despite the fact that we once told you we both shared a ‘single heart’ ; despite the fact that we once told you were one in a million and despite the fact that we have introduced you to our mothers ; we have introduced you to our best friends and even to our bosses. Doesn’t it matter you ask why a sudden change? Doesn’t it matter you ask after us? Doesn’t it matter you bury the ego and custom of “he must always call first ; he must surely message me first?” What if his phone visits the cemetery all of a sudden? What if he becomes bed-ridden all of a sudden? What if he encounters attacks beyond his ‘other room?’ Our “wives-to-be,” doesn’t it just matter?

Èyin ìyàwó wa, we understand how fragile and flexible your hearts are, but don’t you think we still need to be told the reason why you suddenly turn a deaf ear to us? Don’t you think it matters if you speak out? Don’t you think we are not God? Even, Peter Pan (Michael) in The Man Called God who virtually knows many things didn’t have a prior knowledge that he would be arrested. Even, The Man Who Never Dies met his psychological trial at a time in his life. Who are we to know everything that goes on in the shallow dungeon of your hearts? It matters you share your burden with us. It matters you talk directly into our bossy craniums. It matters you preserve us as honey preserves tissues for donkey years. It just matters you free your troubling mind!

Dear “wives-to-be,” It is normal to be angry, but a little patience quenches the fire of that anger! It is normal to be nasty, but burying that ego is a precious trait. It’s normal to be quiet for long hours, but voicing out won’t burst the burble, let alone burst your pregnant tire.

This article was written as a result of what the writer observed this week and still observes