The Stupidest Thing I Ever Did in My Marriage

Man and his natural urges! But I agreed with my first wife that mine is a spiritual problem. She left me when she couldn’t endure the pains of my sexual exploits and the shame I have brought to her and the family when other women kept harassing her in our home and dumping their children born out of wedlock on her. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t deny those children as they all have my facial and physical appearance to horn home my predatory exercise(s).

Well, when my first wife saw me marry another woman and brought her home, she quickly went to my people who went with me to bring home my second wife who understood my sexual weaknesses and accepted to be my second wife when she saw herself put in the family way by me. My people agreed with her that my exploits are such huge embarrassment to the entire family but made me beg my first wife to accept to come back and continue to look after the family as she is a good home-maker. She has four children already for me while the second wife has two for me. Three children from three other women have been brought to me to prove my sexual prowess and unchained libido. My neighbours where we live in Lagos call me father of all nations. No one calls me by any of my children’s names. It used to be Baba Jide – a name coined from my first son’s name. I used to raise my hand in acknowledgement of such greeting but now, I have realized that something is wrong with me. I have had cause to sit down to dwell on my life in deep thoughts, after which I told myself the truth – to seek help.

I was born into a polygamous Muslim family in the early sixties as the only son of my mother among three other girl siblings. On the premises of the notion of birth of an only son, my mother pampered me beyond the norm. She raised me with that hand. My father never bothered with our upbringing as he was busy enjoying the love of his second wife, leaving us to our own devices.

During my secondary school days, girls in our co-educational school made me realize I was such a handsome boy. I had a taste of womanhood at the age of twelve in my JSS1 class and subsequently lost my innocence. Since that day inside the school farm, I am yet to allow my phallus tool to get a grip. The girl that I lost my virginity to went to town with the news and I subsequently became the rooster of our school. Only girls from good homes escaped my charms. All the important girls in school had me carry out census on them. I became very notorious in and around Ojuelegba where we were living in those days. Every mother was using me as a teaching aid for their children’s moral lives. No mother wanted any of their sons to grow into me neither did any father prayed my charm would work on their daughters.