Source: BellaNaija.com
A few days before I got married, my Uncle drew me aside and dropped some ‘jewels’ for peaceful and harmonious marital co-existence with my chosen: “Diokpa, marriage is a very important stage in the life of a man, so listen very carefully to what I am about to tell you. Put off that ya handset…”
First of all, let me give you a bit of
background about my said Uncle. He is a very burly and gruff
traditional-minded man – someone who would not look out of place on the
set of a Things Fall Apart production. He had the girth of a palm-wine
tapper, the short temper of a buka (local diner) madame and the sharp
tongue of tsetse fly. Here was a man who, though he had lived in Lagos
since before the FESTAC festivities in the late 70s, had never missed
his weekly township meeting in Lagos come
rain
Now such character of a man was about to
school me on how to conduct my relationship and affairs with my
beloved, and I had no choice but to listen, as he had cornered me when I
went to drop the wine and wedding invitation at his house, as is the
custom.
I made a mental note to sieve those bits
of advice which made sense from the ones which were “immoral, repugnant
and contrary to good conscience” Just like Abakiliki rice from stones.
Permit me to use his exact words as the headings below:
Never allow your wife see you cry
Not even when you are bereaved. Remember that song from the 80s – Silent Morning/ They say a man is not supposed to cry/
Not even when you are bereaved. Remember that song from the 80s – Silent Morning/ They say a man is not supposed to cry/
In my uncle’s words, “enter your
chambers and sob quietly, away from your wife.” In other words, hide
your tears from the woman who sees you naked every day, and has to put
up with your morning breath and your nasty habit of leaving skids marks
in the commode.
So Nigerian men should cry in public –
we hold our tears even if it makes us bed wet later. The rationale for
this gem is that – if you cried, what was your wife supposed to do
herself about the situation? I would have thought this rule was
old-fashioned and obsolete as the current affairs and socio-political
climate in this land of ours should be enough to make everyone cry.
Apparently we live in a country where most people are still
uncomfortable to see men shed tears publicly.
I was at a wedding two years ago where
the groom broke into an emotional sob during the vow-taking ceremony. He
was so overcome with tears that he even deviated slightly from the
bishop’s lines. It was like the scene from The Best Man where Morris
Chestnut weept while saying his vows.
“Pascaline, sobs*, my head, my love, my
pretty damsel, isi m, my heart, sobs*, I take you as my lovely wedded
wife of life…..I love you so much my darling…sobs…no man can curse this
union….sobs”
The congregation in the church looked
slightly embarrassed as they watched. Even the best man handed the groom
a Kleenex as he cajoled him “Ol’ boy cool down na, e don do” (Dude, get
a grip on yourself – you are weirding everybody out right now).
The bride’s father looked at his watch
as he shuffled his feet uneasily. Even the bride looked a tad bit
embarrassed for the groom. Like please this man, leave that thing, and
hurry up and put this ring on my finger, before something happens. The
bishop had not yet asked if there was anyone in the audience who opposed
the matrimony.
This rule is unfair and archaic as I cry during epic films, so I discarded it like Nigerian maintenance culture.
Always win your wife in bed whenever you “meet” her
I can rock with this one, though I don’t really like how he uses the word “meet” whenever he is referring to act of sexing. You don’t actually have to physically “meet” your better half to have sex with her. Technologies like Skype, Face-time, Snap Chat and the mobile phone itself have changed everything – but I dare not mention this to Uncle.
I can rock with this one, though I don’t really like how he uses the word “meet” whenever he is referring to act of sexing. You don’t actually have to physically “meet” your better half to have sex with her. Technologies like Skype, Face-time, Snap Chat and the mobile phone itself have changed everything – but I dare not mention this to Uncle.
The literal interpretation of this tip
(no pun intended) is that you should always finish last, but not carry
last when you have intercourse with your spouse. In other words, satisfy
your wife as it is an Igbo man’s due. This is actually a surprising
piece of advice coming from a local champion like my Uncle of whose
likes you would expect to get his pleasure and leave his wife hanging
for more like PDP. Ego can be a superb fuel, sha. The male ego is more
powerful than the most potent dogonyaro (aphrodisiac/ native Viagra).
Real men take charge of the home
Let your wife know who is who, and what is what. If you are a scary
Let your wife know who is who, and what is what. If you are a scary
cat
If armed robbers invade your crib and
pound furiously on your front gate shouting the threat “Oya, open this
door now before I blow it open with my shakabula (cannon/ Awka-made
rifle / howitzer), we are on operation in your area!!!”. Guess what? It
is your obligation to hide your wife somewhere safe, and then approach
the gate to meet them with your torchlight and Bible. Don’t forget your
sack of valuables.
If you are angry with your wife, punish her by not eating her food
In other words, after a fight with Mrs. You, if you are not man enough to control your anger and still fuel your stomach, when your wife places a plate of ofe owerri (spinach casserole) and akpu (starch mash) in front of you… slide it back at her. Turn down her food. Turn down for what?
In other words, after a fight with Mrs. You, if you are not man enough to control your anger and still fuel your stomach, when your wife places a plate of ofe owerri (spinach casserole) and akpu (starch mash) in front of you… slide it back at her. Turn down her food. Turn down for what?
This rule I could sit on the fence for. I
have never been known to turn down a good free meal. I was one of those
kids who would always tug the waiter’s shirt at the birthday party
while developing a stiff neck and blind eye to my mother’s daggers from
across the room “Aunty I haven’t eaten o.”
There are some wives who will not
indulge your craze if you did that. Refuse to eat the correct
orishirishi (a la carte) she had taken pains to steam up for you, and
she would just say “no problem”. And you know what happens when a woman
says “no problem”. Wahala dey.
But really what do ladies recommend men
do if we are upset? Driving off doesn’t always work if there is fuel
scarcity or if it is late at night in Lagos – you may just find yourself
driving into the arms of men of the night – bloodthirsty armed robbers,
or 100 naira bribe-wanting trigger happy olopas (coppers/ sheriffs/ law
enforcement agents). Besides you cannot have make-up sex if you happen
to get your head blown off by these evil forces.
So do you stick or twist. Best to master
what Bruce Lee called “the art of fighting without fighting.” It is the
antithesis of female emotional blackmail. I will be translating it from
Mandarin into Mbano Igbo quite soon. Buy my memoirs when it is up for
sale.
Mind over muscle usually works. Except
when it is counter-productive to certain muscles when you overthink it.
Real fellas know what I am talking about.
Never let your mother into your wife’s kitchen as that is your wife’s office area
Please people – what is it about the combination of mother-in-law, wife and kitchen that ignites sensibilities and causes mayhem in a homestead. Apparently the husband’s mum should never operate or go into the wife’s kitchen unless the wife pre-approves it. Not even for a sachet of pure water. That is mean. Apparently, blood (wife) and water (mother-in-law) don’t mix like Pastors and Boko Haram, or Chika Ike’s publicist and a phone without a
Please people – what is it about the combination of mother-in-law, wife and kitchen that ignites sensibilities and causes mayhem in a homestead. Apparently the husband’s mum should never operate or go into the wife’s kitchen unless the wife pre-approves it. Not even for a sachet of pure water. That is mean. Apparently, blood (wife) and water (mother-in-law) don’t mix like Pastors and Boko Haram, or Chika Ike’s publicist and a phone without a
camera
I don’t know who comes up with these
things sef – wife’s kitchen, matrimonial bed, marital home. Are they
that sacred? I prefer marital concepts like daddy’s couch, watching
soccer day, sex night, breakfast in bed, zero bill month, ofada rice
Sunday.
My Uncle had a smug smile as he finished
his rant. I had managed to stay half-awake like those delegates at the
National Pre Confab Conference which held in Abuja early these year. His
last sentence was “Follow these rules, and you will have my kind of
marriage.”
What would you advise a male friend or protege of yours who was about to jump the broom?
“Mummy bye-bye, Daddy bye-bye/
In 9 months’ time, we shall come visiting… with a boy and girl/
Flavour, Ada Ada (2012)