I met my Wife Lola, at a Petrol station and the minute we said Hello I could tell it wasn’t going to end with just a goodbye. We bought Petrol from the same pump and then very shortly after, both our cars wouldn’t start. It took a while before we realized that the petrol was contaminated. We made a big fuss with the Petrol attendants but it was pointless. The Manager tried to calm us down and promised to report the matter to their head office I couldn’t leave a Lady all by herself especially this beautiful one with legs that were so straight and full. She was my spec! Soft spoken with a slight British accent and in between being a full bossom and busty! We pushed my car to a spot in the petrol station. I called a friend to come and help pick up my car and to take it the mechanic.

I was hell bent on making sure she got home safely, so I more or less forced her car to move by pressing really hard on the throttle at intervals. Eventually we got to her place. She offered me a drink and we chatted for about an hour. It was dark when I was ready to go and she saw me off to the Bus stop so I could get a Taxi home. I was about to get into the Taxi when I realized that I didn’t have my wallet on me! It occurred to me that I had left my wallet in my car. I had to walk all the way from Agidingbi where her house was to Toyin street! It was the longest walk I have ever taken! This was the pay-off for playing hero! 

We saw each other quite often! She said she had never met anyone like me, who made her laugh so much. 6 months later we got hitched! That was the happiest day of my life, well-maybe the second, after the birth of my Son Segun.

Some months after our wedding we travelled to the UK and remained there for a few months. It was her idea for us to remain in the UK. Apparently, she was a British citizen and she had never mentioned it to me all the time we were dating. I had to travel back and forth frequently so as not to become illegal. Everything was going well. My Wife had gotten herself a job and I was on the verge of securing one. We were happy. Suddenly, my Mother-in-law started calling her more often than before and meddling in our affairs. Her attitude to me began to change. She seemed to be suspicious of my every move. One day, she called me and said she wanted us to be, and that she was never happy when I went away. She asked me to travel back to Nigeria so that I could regularize my stay in the UK. I agreed. 

In March 2008, a night before my trip we made passionate love and talked about the short period I’d be away. We ended up crying‎ in each other’s arms. The next day we had a quickie and off we went to the airport with teary eyes.

I didn’t expect to be in Nigeria for too long, so I just took along a few shoes, t-shirts and jeans. It took me a few weeks to settle in and put my documents together for my settlement visa. Everything was set ,except the documents that my wife was to send. I called her and updated her and told her the documents she was to send. I didn’t hear her say ok. I repeated myself thinking it was a bad connection. Apparently, she did hear.  She just said “No, I can’t send those documents”. I was too stunned to react. I thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t got a Lawyer to see if I could file without her documents but it was futile!

I didn’t understand then, but now I do. She didn’t want to change her status. She wanted the British Government to continue to take care of her as a single Mother. This must’ve been why she never agreed to do a change of name in Nigeria of the UK! She was down with my trips and when the possibility of it all changing became clear, she backed out!

She never gave me any reason for her action till today. She likes the life of a single Mother but in the event, that she came home, to Nigeria, she wanted the respect of a married woman. She had played me!

Of course, the marriage is over. I have started a new life for myself. My business is thriving and for now I’m passively searching for a decent woman who will love for me for who I am.


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