NP’s Family Dynamics with Eesher: The husband I took for granted
In this week’s episode of NP’s Family Dynamics with Eesher, a wife shared a deeply eye-opening experience…. one that serves as a powerful reminder for women to appreciate what they have.
Dear Sis Eesher
What started as a regular trip to the salon turned into an unexpected eye-opener. A conversation between strangers made me see my husband in a completely new light. Sometimes, the very things we complain about are what others deeply desire. This is my story, and I hope it teaches the readers to appreciate what they have.
I asked my husband to give me some money to make my hair and ‘lalle’ (Henna), but he told me he didn’t have much on him, so he gave me just ₦1,000. I was so angry with him. We had been married for a year, and each time I asked him for money, he would always give me an amount that wasn’t sufficient for what I needed.
I didn’t have a job, so I wasn’t financially buoyant. I only lived on the stipends my husband gave me monthly, which weren’t even enough to cater to my personal needs. At that time, I was already six months pregnant.
“What will I do with ₦1000? I told you I want to do henna and plait my hair. The least I’ll be charged at the salon is ₦4,500. What will I do with ₦1k fisabilillahi?” I asked angrily.
“Baby, you should understand how much I’m struggling to take care of expenses in this house. The money I spent on our wedding ceremony really affected me because I exhausted all my savings. The fact that I’m still able to put down money in this house is because of the soft loan I get from work every month. I’ve told you about this before. Please, bear with me. It’s just a season in time. We’ll soon get over it,” my husband pleaded.
“Bear with me! Bear with me! This is what you say all the time! What kind of hair will I make with this meagre amount?” I hissed angrily and walked out of the house.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. I went straight to my usual Gidan qunshi da kitso shop, but unfortunately, she was not around. Her shop was locked. I was disappointed.
“Where on earth did this one go on a weekend like this?” I wondered.
I didn’t want to go back home without making my hair, so I decided to try the other hairdresser who was on Third Street near my house. I had never made my hair there, but I once heard my neighbour mention that she was good at making nice styles. I just wanted to avoid going back home to my husband because I was still very angry with him.
I got to the salon, and thankfully, only one customer was seated. She was almost done with her hair. I greeted the hairdresser, and she offered me a seat.
“Maman biyu,” (a name pregnant women are usually called), “will you like to have some water? The sun is hot,” the hairdresser offered.
“No… I’m fine, thank you,” I declined politely.
The lady making her hair came with a friend. They both continued chatting as the hairdresser worked on her.
A few minutes later, I heard the lady who came with her friend say,
“Sadiya, see the guy I’ve been talking about. He’s the one driving that car.”
The lady making her hair quickly turned her neck to peep through the door, and I followed her gaze to see the person being talked about. I was surprised to see my husband, driving slowly past the shop. He slowed down as he approached the bump across the road.
“That’s the guy…” the lady continued. “There’s nothing I haven’t done to attract his attention, but he won’t even give me a second of his time. Every evening, he visits his friend’s shop, and they’ll gist till he later goes home. Since the day I met him there, I’ve been coming to that man’s shop every evening just to make friends with this guy, but he never gave me the attention I desire. He would just greet me and look away. His friend told me he’s married, and I’m like, so what? Does that mean he shouldn’t make friends with other ladies? Namiji ai mijin mace hudu ne. Sincerely, I envy his wife. His attitude made me believe there are still married men who are faithful to their wives.” She concluded.
I was shocked. Shocked was an understatement. The guy being talked about was my husband—my lawfully wedded husband! I blinked several times and continued to listen to their conversation. The other lady making her hair replied,
“I think his wife gives him peace of mind at home. That’s one thing that could make the man so focused on his wife… I mean, what other reason would make him ignore a beautiful lady like you?”
“I agree with you,” the hairdresser spoke for the first time since the conversation started.
None of these ladies knew that the man who just drove past was my husband. I couldn’t speak. I watched them argue about whether his wife gives him good s3x, good food, or peace of mind at home… They were arguing about me, and they didn’t know!
I questioned myself—do I truly give my husband any of these three things? If I were sincere with myself, I wouldn’t score up to 50% in any. I knew I could nag! If there was an award for nagging, I should get one. I didn’t make nice delicacies for my husband either, and talking about our s3x life—it had been epileptic since I got pregnant.
“There are still faithful men, sincerely,” the hairdresser’s voice cut into my thoughts.
“I wish that guy were mine!” the other lady exhaled.
Alah Ya kiyaye” I said spontaneously.
They all turned their eyes toward me.
“What’s that?” the lady asked.
“Oh no… I just got a message from someone. I didn’t know I was so loud,” I lied.
I was sweating where I sat. Before I got to the hairdresser’s shop, my husband had called me twice, but I refused to pick it up because I was still angry. I picked up my phone instantly and dialled his number.
“Babe, I didn’t see you at your usual salon. Where are you making your hair? I’ve been calling you, but you didn’t pick up,” my husband said as soon as he answered.
I gave him the description of the salon where I was.
“Okay. I’m coming there right away,” he replied.
In less than three minutes, my husband arrived. He parked his car and entered the salon. The lady who was crushing on my husband was excited to see him.
“The guy is coming here!” she whispered excitedly.
I watched as she set her seductive eyes on my husband. As he opened the transparent glass door, I walked up to him, and he gave me a hug. The ladies were shocked—likewise, the hairdresser. They couldn’t look me in the eye. They fumbled with their phones as my husband handed me a nylon containing roasted corn and a coconut.
“I brought you your favourite snack while it’s still hot,” he said.
There was perfect silence as my husband and I chatted.
Soon, the lady finished making her hair, and they left the salon shamefully. My husband was the only one who didn’t know what had just happened.
“Maman biyu, which hairstyle are you making?” the hairdresser asked me, trying to cover up what had happened with a fake smile.
“Ayimin zane kawai,” I replied.
In less than an hour, I was done. I paid the hairdresser and asked my husband to take me to the neighbourhood market. I added some money to the balance from what he gave me earlier and bought some ram meat with pepper soup ingredients.
We went back home, and I made a nice delicacy for my husband, who was surprised at my sudden change of attitude. He had come to the salon to appease my anger, and now, he was marvelled to see me loving up on him and making him pepper soup.
At night, I gave him the best bedroom treat he hadn’t experienced from me in a long while. He was so happy that he bought me a fashionable bag and a pair of shoes the following day.
“Where did you get the money to buy these?” I asked him happily.
“I don’t mind taking more soft loans at work to make you happy. Last night was a memorable one!” he smiled brightly as I tried the shoes on.
Since that day, I never took my husband for granted again. I stopped nagging around the house and became content with whatever amount he gave me to cook or do other things.
I learned my lesson. The husband I felt was not doing enough was someone else’s prayer point.
I hope you learned something from my story. Value what you have. The things you take for granted are someone else’s dream.
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Its a beautiful story that teaches us about appreciating what we have.
Thanks for sharing 🤌🏽