She came last night to my hotel room here in Abuja
I knew she would come. My brother, the influential billionaire OilMan Greg Uanseru, had just announced the passing of his beautiful wife, my sister Aniema.
I called and he tried to be a man. Edgar, how you dey. He kept asking. He asked more than four times making me come to the realisation that the pain was mad
My other brother on the BGL group also just announced the passing of his wife and Chike Ogeah had also announced the passing of Funke a year ago
I’m now an elder statesman in this republic- the Republic of lost wives
It was about 5 years ago when I walked into the ICU section of the very expensive Lagoon Hospital to behold her beauty
Her dentition had always been perfect, her skin glowing, her breasts full and inviting and her eyes losing hope
Duke, take me home – she said. I had the familiar lump in my throat as I held her hands trying not to cry
My Mena, the ever bubbling Erelu was down. This beauty was on her knees, life ebbing away, with me, her Duke, not being able to do anything about it.
She looked into my eyes begging me to take her away.
I’m sorry we lost her. That was the doctor as he walked away leaving me with the body of a woman, I made love to, a woman who lost two children for me and a woman who gave me a son
This was 20 years of my life on that bed lying lifeless and gone
There is nothing more painful than the loss of a spouse. You have to be there to understand what I’m saying
Her smell on the sheets, her clothes in the closet, her cosmetics on the dresser, her pictures and her feminity all over the house
She came last night. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me very intently.
Rod Stewart was playing his beautiful song – I Dont Want to Be Alone and the room was dark I asked her how she was faring
She was beautiful, looking radiant. She still had her big tummy and her breast was still full
Mena, hope nobody is disturbing you there and she smiled, still the jealous Duke
Tears swirled in my eyes in that dark room as it all came back
No matter how long, you never really get over it.
Walking on the streets and the sharp pain hits, watching a movie and it hits, making a presentation and it hits, the pain being your constant companion and your soulmate.
I’ll never forget, don’t even want to forget cos she won’t let me even if I wanted to
Pray not to lose a wife or better still pray not to lose a spouse cos as Ife Fashola my sister said to me the other day – Edgar, something in me died the day that man died
Hmmm
Duke of Shomolu
Last modified: February 20, 2025
