WHERE I MET MY WIFE…..

 The day I met my wife was as unassuming as it was transformative. She was clearly headed to a meeting, while I was on my way back from Utako. I was staying at Lugbe, Federal Housing Abuja, then. She joined me in the vehicle, and as we ventured to grab a meal, she suggested something unexpected: instead of ordering takeaway, why not cook together?

It was an intriguing gesture—she had such confidence in her cooking skills, like she wanted to offer me something genuine, not just share a fleeting moment.

That idea led us to the market. As we shopped, two different people teased us, saying, "This your wife is fine o." Their words made me smile, though she wasn’t yet my wife. We picked out fresh vegetables and other ingredients, and along the way, we bought Perfect White—her favorite cream. She carried herself with such ease, effortlessly being herself, without trying to impress me in any artificial way. It felt refreshing.

As we prepared to cook, our conversation took on a life of its own. We talked about everything—business, life, family, church, music, and movies. There wasn’t a pause or a dull moment; the flow between us was natural, dynamic, and incredibly fulfilling.

What struck me most was her authenticity. When a woman is genuinely interested in being herself, without ulterior motives or pretense, you know you’ve found something rare. That’s when you see the possibility of her being a partner of substance—someone with the qualities of a Nancy Reagan, a woman who stands by you with unwavering grace and strength.

Over time, she has proven to be the core of my family—the “technology” that keeps everything running. She supports me with all her energy, passion, and love. She’s someone who serves me food with a variety of soups, ensuring I’m comfortable and cared for in every way.

When she tells me she has a headache, I don’t waste a moment—I address it immediately. When she expresses a desire or sees something she thinks we should do, I trust her instinct and never doubt her. 

Disagreements may arise, but we always find a way to align and move forward together.

She is my anchor, my partner, and my joy. Meeting her wasn’t just a coincidence—it was a moment of divine alignment. And every day since then has only reinforced how blessed I am to call her my wife.

I call her Mummie for a reason.

The greatest gift a man can ever have is the presence of a beautiful woman. Physically beautiful, emotionally intelligent, full of compassion and vision, patient as well as sweet to the muscles, the soul. 

Nancy Reagan, the former Hollywood actress who became the First Lady of the United States is a perfect example. She convinced her husband to move, to push, to pursue and to launch into the deep of America's politics. She told him that she will be with him to the end. From California to Washington, she brought meaning to the life of Ronald. 

Ronald Reagan’s political ambitions was built on Nancy Reagan's grace and love. Stop waiting, find love. 

Ronald Reagan became the 40th President of the United States on January 20, 1981, after winning the 1980 presidential election. Throughout his presidency, Nancy was a key adviser, influencing decisions and shaping his public image.

Nancy ambitiously moved her husband from his acting career to the White House. She wasn’t just his wife—she was his closest adviser, ensuring he had the right people around him and helping him navigate political challenges.

She stood by him through tough times, including his battle with Alzheimer’s, showing that true love is about commitment.

She became the most respected First Lady in America, proving that a woman’s role in a man’s success is invaluable. 

As a man, if you choose a woman because you are her provider, you're in deep trouble.. When you can not provide anymore she would be gone. 

Marry a beautiful soul. A complete woman, virtuous, vital and vibrant. A companion. 

Nancy had to consult an astrologer to guide her on how to plan her husband's movements so as to protect him from assassination  after  the first attempt. Pure mother hen, a tigress of  unimaginable levels. If she doesn't protect you or make moves to provide and cook and support you, she won't do when you marry her. 

The first meal I ate with my wife, she cooked it;  vegetable soup, without water, loaded with beef and kpomo, stockfish and periwinkle, water leaf and pumpkin, garnished with unstoppable flow of stories, dreams and entertainment. Don't you ever force anyone to like you or marry you. Don't. Don't.