January 23, 2021 at 4:31 pm #1429269ValentineModerator
*MY RICH WIFE:*
Right from when I was 9 years old, I had made up my mind never to be poor, having seen how my parents had suffered to train us.
My Elder sister, Hannatu was forced into early marriage to Alhaji Ayuba, a popular car dealer in Gusua, Zamfara State as the fourth five, just to elevate the family’s poverty.
Hannatu was just sixteen when she was given out in marriage which automatically halted her education, making her stop school in SSS 1. Unfortunately, her marriage never brought the desired proceed to the family. The intention my parents had was to get Hannatu into marriage in order to help train me and my siblings in school but all to no avail.
Without doubt, I’ve always known that I am a bright child, but no help from anywhere to train me in school. When I was fifteen, I have to drop from school to pick up a menial job just to assist my family. I was taken to Lagos by my father’s friend who buys and sells cola nut. He buys in bulk from the north to sell in Lagos. He engaged me as one of his truck boys. We follow the truck from Katsina to Lagos to help load and offload. The risk of the job was in our numerous night journeys where we had to narrowly escape death severally from armed robbers’ attacks and accidents. Even though I was the youngest among Alhaji Danladi’s truck boys, I was hard working and dedicated to work. I rarely complain about work knowing where I came from. My weekly returns mean a lot to my family so I dare not joke with work.
After working with Alh Danladi for three years, I opened a savings account and began to save a token into the account. After two years I had saved N350,000. By this time I was already twenty years old yet to complete my secondary school education. I told my dad of my plan to go back to school, but the idea did not go well with him considering the amount I remit every week to assist the family. I enrolled for extra moral classes to prepare me for WAEC, but I hardly had time to attend, due to my job.
For obvious reasons, living my job wasn’t an option. I sat for WAEC and NECO simultaneously. I managed to have four credits in my Neco and three in my WAEC. With my results I applied for admission into School of Basic and Remedial Studies, A branch of Ahmadu Bello University. After the remedial course I was offered admission to study Accounting.
It was really a hard time schooling without help. My time in campus was characterized with hunger and self denial. My suffering in campus became minimal when I meet Jocelyn. Jocelyn was the daughter of former Kaduna State Deputy Governor. She lived in affluence and hardly attend lectures. I became her school boy, I helped her do all her assignments and even tests. She bought me a Chinese bike to ease my movement. I also became her errand boy using the bike to run errands for her. She pays my bills and had even helped pay my school fees on many occasions. I practically do everything for her including buying her pads and undies. I helped her make withdrawals at the ATM because Jocelyn will never stand in a queue. Even some departmental documentations that require her attention, I will stand in queue for her then call her when is her turn. In our final year she began to take me to their house in Kaduna and in no time I became a friend to the family.
Do you know that our relationship got deeper than just an errand boy. …
To be continued…..MY RICH WIFE
No guy could approach Jocelyn for a relationship in the whole of ABU because of her status and high mindedness. She was too classic for many guys, so she was avoided. Even lecturers danced to her tune. Her few female friends were just like a robot-like relationship, she dictated to them while they worshipped her like one semi goddess.
Even though she has money and everything she needed, you could still notice this emptiness and loneliness around her. Money could not give her the true companionship she desired. Of course she began to make passes at me. Her pride will not let her come openly to ask me out. Even though I knew what she wanted I didn’t assume, I wanted her to humble herself and ask for what she wanted. It took Jocelyn so long time to make her intention known, she wants an affair with me.
Jocelyn and I then began our relationship journey. That type of relationship where you really don’t have a say. A relationship where you are just being used for selfish interests. Well, I have been her errand boy for closely three years, submitting to her to keep life going, sure wasn’t a problem anyway. At a time, I didn’t know what I was, whether a boyfriend or an errand boy. Even when I was promoted from an errand boy to a boyfriend I almost could not see any difference because I still run those errands like before. Everything happens the way she wants it, I hardly tell her no. I was a yes, yes boyfriend. I was not really bothered because we were already winding up our studies and I knew NYSC will post us apart. I love Jocelyn except for her pride. The reality of her pride never done on me because our relationship was a boss-servant-like union. She dished out the commands and I obeyed, she planned, while I execute etc.
We graduated on the 16th of February and I thought I would have temporarily relief from Jocelyn, but I was wrong. She never told me she had discussed with her father to influence our posting to Abuja. When our call-up letter came I screamed out in joy when i glanced at mine and saw Abuja. She immediately stretched her letter to me, I took it and opened and it was Abuja too then I knew it was her handwork. She wasn’t surprised like I was, so she just put on a gentle smile. This is another one year of slavery in Jocelyn’s world, I told myself. I took everything in good fate thinking of the benefits of serving in Abuja, FCT. After our three weeks orientation we were both posted to NNPC Abuja for our primary assignment. Everything was planned ahead of time.
What is your plan about us after our youth service, Jocelyn asked me without looking at my face. While I was still putting together my thoughts she began to reply her question. My dad had discussed with the Minister of Petroleum to retain us here after our youth service but only one chance is guaranteed. My dad agreed they should retain me while he get you another job in another parastatal. We will wed a month after our passing out parade and settle down here in Abuja, she said all these without given me chance to say anything in response. But will I be happy if I marry Jocelyn? Won’t she be the husband and me the wife? Will she ever take order from me? Will she submit to me? Can I maintain this standard of her lifestyle? Am I doing the right thing? Do I truly love Jocelyn or her money? Many thoughts ran through my mind.
Do you think I should marry Jocelyn? If I am your biological brother, will you advice me to marry Jocelyn?
To continued…….MY RICH WIFE
We finished our service and Jocelyn was retained as a finance clerk in NNPC Abuja with robust and mouth watering emoluments. I really couldn’t make serious savings while serving because my family responsibilities had grown bigger than normal. Two of my siblings were to enter into the university at the same year and all their financial burden was on me. The demands from my parents were more at this time, especially when they heard I was working in NNPC. I spent every dim I got on my family during my service year. While serving, we lived in Jocelyn’s father’s guest house in Maitama, a part of Abuja with a very high cost of living. It wasn’t my headache anyway, because everything was available for us.
Jocelyn’s father never wanted us together but Jocelyn has a way of brainwashing her father and twisting his hand to get everything she wanted. I was afraid of the marriage I was going into because I knew I was going to be an elevated house boy rather than a husband but I can’t say no to Jocelyn especially because of all the help she had rendered to me while I was in school. I would have been ungrateful if I make her unhappy. Jocelyn made me who I am today. She helped me when I could not afford my school bills and now she needs my consent for marriage, I can’t tell her no. Anytime the issue of our marriage is discussed, my heart is never at peace but I have no option than to wave away the fears. How can I go into a marriage I won’t be able to contribute a dime to the wedding plans? The N60,000 in my account can do nothing considering Jocelyn’s high taste.
We began to plan for our wedding, I was just like a rubber stamp to all Jocelyn’s decisions. Of course what do you expect, the rich decides, the poor obeys. Jocelyn’s wedding gown alone was about a million naira, it was ordered from the US. The wedding expenses were just excessively much. Funds that should have been given to me to start a good business with. The promise to get me a job in another parastatal never materialized. I depended on Jocelyn for factually everything. I attempted picking a teaching job in a private school with a salary of N35000 but she talked it down and discouraged me from picking a job that will relegate the status of her family. We got married without my input. My family were relatively happy as they see my marriage to Jocelyn as liberation from poverty.
We had no minute of time together with my wife two days after our wedding. All attentions were on guests and dignitaries who attended our wedding. Nobody seems to bother about me as all attention was on my wife. She was lavished with costly gifts and with many cash gifts. The minister of the Federal Capital Territory dashed my wife a Toyota Camry car and all documents registered in her maiden name. The only gift I received as husband was a copy of king James Bible, three packaged shirts and N50,000 cash gift. One week after our wedding, we didn’t do as husband and wife, not even a kiss. After our wedding we were given an apartment of three bedroom flat in central area. Her father furnished the house with everything with a special attention to her room. The second room was mine while the third was arranged as a guest room. In this part of the North, it was our culture to dedicate a room for our wives in which her father will furnished before or during her wedding. It wasn’t a big deal seeing Jocelyn’s room adorned with costly and beautiful house wares.
Even though we were married, I couldn’t go to her room or initiate any conjugal intimacy. All the time we dated we never had sex, not even a kiss. I was a Christian so I didn’t bother asking her for sex in the days of courtship. We never had time to sit and talk about our marriage. The three weeks of her leave elapsed and we had no single time of intimacy. She resumed work and our marriage became more of a jungle marriage than romantic relationship. She lives for work as early as 7am and returns later in the evening very tired. She barely finished her food before dosing off. Most days she will be so tired that she won’t visit the dinning. I do all the house chores including cooking and washing her clothes. I was married but lonely.
Saturdays are her work free days but she has a small boutique in Wuse where she visits to supervise her sales representatives. Most Sundays, Jocelyn doesn’t go to church, she uses Sunday to rest. Four weeks after our wedding we had not had sex because there wasn’t any ground for it. On my part it was difficult for me to initiate it because Jocelyn was not different from the bossy lady I used to run errands for while in the university. My marriage was a web of wealth. I began to contact my friends for advice. The first person I called was Evans. Evans had been married for five years and his marriage is enviable. He taught me how to make the move for sex and how to be bold and take my place as the husband. I will make the first move tonight using all the strategies Evans taught me, I told myself.
My first move was funny……..to be continued.January 23, 2021 at 5:08 pm #1429275ÅñdrøîdParticipant
January 23, 2021 at 10:12 pm #1429306Lifēøf Shy GúyParticipant
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Second man hereJanuary 23, 2021 at 11:54 pm #1429334GraceParticipant
Ride onJanuary 24, 2021 at 11:03 am #1429372kelly-kelvinParticipant
u chose to be toyed with!!!January 24, 2021 at 11:34 am #1429380sweetParticipant
that was bad,u should have run away instead, for her helping u doesn’t mean u should marry knowing her very well,in school she help that’s true,but u help her too nahJanuary 24, 2021 at 11:49 am #1429386senator danielParticipant
SeatedJanuary 24, 2021 at 11:52 am #1429389DamilolaParticipant
the last thing i will do in my life is to marry a rich woman and based on say the writer is from the northern side he would not be exposed to life because i do not understand how a man can be running errands for a woman when you have a better job to do
you made 350k in two years don’t you think that if you had worked harder you would have made more in one year
I Rest My Case