That Will Never Happen To Us


“Never say never.”

But we’ve all said it anyway.

Before we married, we had a number of things that we imagined would never happen to us. Things we wrongly assumed only happened to careless people, or to people who couldn’t be bothered to take necessary prevention measures such as obsessively repeating: “Tufiakwa!” “It is not my portion” “It can only happen to my enemy!”

“We’ll Never Say: My Husband This…My Wife That…

You know them. The ‘spouse droppers’.  You ask them “How are you doing today?” and they reply “My husband and I are well.”  You ask them what the weather is like outside and they answer “It is raining but the love of my wife is keeping me dry.”  You invite them over for girls’ night out and they ask “Can I bring my husband?

To be honest, I never actually promised not to name drop my wife into every conversation.  In fact, I was more than happy to. But Naijawife on the other hand was adamant that she would never do such. “Those women are so annoying! Everything is ‘My Husband’ this! and ‘My Husband’ that! Do they constantly need to remind us that they’re married? Are we supposed to talk about their spouse every single time?”

And then she had me make a blog where we talk about being married ALL the time.  So much for that resolution.

“We’ll Never Abandon Our Single Friends”

We kept to this one. But it does feel like many of our single friends automatically abandoned us the day we said “I do.”

It hurts…but only in the way getting dumped by someone hurts because you wanted the privilege of being the dumper, not the dumpee.

“We’ll Never Gain Weight”

I was definitely guilty of this one.  I swore I would never gain the typical Yoruba man pot belly.  It is a known fact that we of the South-Western starchy food persuasion are more prone to looking like we’ve somehow defied nature’s rule of “Only Women Can Get Pregnant.”  Before we married, I ranted and ranted about how I would not turn into the typical “Baba Suliat” like so many of my male friends had done merely months after they’d gotten married.  I wanted to continue to rock my tailor made suits, and keep my dapper reputation going.

How successful have I been?


No my stomach is not this big...but well, na from clap, praise and worship dey start.

No my stomach is not this big…but well, we all start somewhere

Then came the day we both stepped on the scale and realized we’d succumbed to the ‘married people must become fat’ curse.  Naijawife started tossing out everything starch like in our house.  No more pounded yam, no more eba. She started obsessively watching shows about plastic surgery, and even gave up her beloved Jacob’s crackers (though I think she’s just secretly stashed them somewhere else).  With each bowl of rice she tossed, she kept screeching “I refuse to buy new clothes! Size 8 is not my portion! I reject the spirit of heavyweightedness in my life! Cellulite must die by fire! I cast out every excess kilogram from the pits of hell!”










We’ll Never Stop Blogging”

*Ahem* No comment.


Jokes aside, there’s a more dangerous side to fooling ourselves that certain things would “never” happen to us.  It comes from simply making the assumption that you are not vulnerable and then leaving your guard down.  You tell yourself that you’re “not the type” to do certain things, and then before you know it, you’ve fallen into the same trap that so many others before you have.

“We’ll Never Stop Making ….”



About that………

Straight confession. This happened. We were shocked. In denial. Depressed…and Angry.

But eventually, there were a couple of things that we (mostly I) had to realize when this issue came up.

First, that many couples go through a dry spell. It’s more common than we’d like to admit. Most times, it’s tied to something/triggered by some other issue such as financial difficulties, illness, travel and separation, etc.  We can’t help what challenges life brings our way, but we can help how we respond to it.

Second, that sex is a both a physical and emotional form of intimacy.

I’ve admitted earlier that I spent a lot of time in the past few years traveling and being generally absent, which we touched on in the Friend Zoned post earlier.  I thought she was fine with it, knowing it was all work related…and at first she was, but soon she’d complain that she hadn’t “seen” me in weeks.

And I’d say ” OK let’s see tonight.” And she’d respond “just like that?” Then I’d say “well…why not?”

I just didn’t understand. She’d complain. I wanted to solve it immediately. So what was the issue? Why was I suddenly feeling like we were living out a Dru Hill song?

Well, after she dragged my behind we agreed to go to counseling, I finally understood that there had to be an emotional connection.  Absence made her heart grow colder, not fonder.  And for us, the physical distance was causing emotional distance.  As a man, this was just hard for me to understand.  Why can’t we just pick up where we left off? The more I tried to put things right, the colder she’d get.  The colder she got, the less interested I grew.  She felt she couldn’t just hop into bed and jump into action with someone she hadn’t seen in a while, and she wasn’t going to do anything unless she felt I really wanted her.  In my mind, all I could think was “Of course I want you! Isn’t that obvious? Why can’t you take me at my word?”

But the truth is that it wasn’t obvious.  I wasn’t making her feel wanted…and when you’ve taken someone for granted, words are not enough.

We were stuck in a vicious circle. With no real way to break out.

Not in our own power anyway.

But more on that later…


Welcome to the musings of the “not so typical” Naijahusband and his lovely Naijawife. Follow us on Twitter: NaijaHusband and NaijaWife


  1. First of all, I’m early! Second, please post more na. We love you guys! Third, I think I’m in that phase of emotional distance as a result of physical distance. I’m in a serious but long distance relationship and these days we don’t connect deeply I’m our conversations anymore but I know that soon it’ll pass! ✌✌✌

  2. Am I the first comment???! Oh Naijas, it’s good to hear from you again. I wish I could say it was worth the wait, and on one level it is. BUT. Since you now know all about how … well … DRY a dry spell feels, do try and put an end to the one you have inflicted on your readers. We have not “seen” you in …. who knows how long. Please don’t keep us waiting for Part 2. Fortunately, here is one reader at least who will never lose the connection. Keep it coming!

  3. love this post.. so interesting… especially about the never stop making…
    In my experience, being apart has not been the main problem, it’s how we handle being apart. I can’t speak in general terms, but I do know that it takes more effort to preserve intimacy with a partner that’s abroad. This may not sound fun for most husbands but if you’re calling, texting, and generally staying relevant and interested in your wife regardless of whether you’re going to get some or not, it guarantees you’re going to get some. It’s actually not that hard, having discussions about shared interests ( besides kids and bills) and exchanging ideas and opinions about them also helps.

  4. I was nodding and laughing and shaking my head. I remember my husband asked me when we were dating “Do you think I would ever do such and such?”
    And I said I believe humans are not infallible. He was upset like how? I can never e.t.c
    I think admitting that you are capable of anything outside of the acceptable makes you more dependent on God and more open to your spouse or friends keeping you accountable. It is not being negative it is being responsible

    • I am with you 100%. When you know you are capable of anything, it stops you from being careless and makes you rely on God. And most importantly, when you do fall lower than you ever imagined you could, it makes you able to repent, seek forgiveness, “forgive yourself”, get up again and keep going with gratitude for God’s amazing grace.

  5. the difference in my own experience is that i am the one ‘distant’ while my husband complains about it. being that my business is just getting started, plus i have a 9-5 job plus a little daughter, i am around but not ‘around’. recently, i complained to my husband that we dont gist like i see him and his friends do and his response was ‘but you are not here na’. this post just helped me understand what exactly he meant. thanks

    • glad my post was of some help. it definitely took me some time to understand the difference between being ‘around’ and being ‘present’

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