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It was Friday night. Baba Tunde had been sampling his homemade gin Ogogoro mixed with energy drink and pride for hours. By the sixth bottle, his eyes started seeing things his brain didn’t approve.

He turned to his wife, Mama Tunde, who was wearing her regular wrapper and watching Zee World, and said with slurred confidence:
Fine girl, how much you go charge me for one night

Mama Tunde blinked.

She dropped the remote, removed her headscarf slowly, and shouted:
Are you mad. You’ve been drinking inside this house all day. THIS IS YOUR WIFE

Baba Tunde squinted harder and replied, Wife ke.. E be like say I jam sugar mummy today o

Mama Tunde chased him around the house with her head tie shouting,
By the time I finish with you, your ancestors will sober up too

Drink responsibly before you toast your own wife like a stranger

Patience is all we need in these life. Just like the proverb also given to us that the patience dog eat the fattest bone.
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Women with absent fathers often become beggars for love, safety, and security.
It’s heartbreaking how deeply they invest themselves in others, hoping that their love will be returned, hoping to finally feel chosen, protected, and seen.

They carry a silent ache—an invisible wound that whispers....Maybe if I give more, they’ll stay. Maybe if I’m good enough, they’ll love me.

This voice doesn’t come from who they are today, but from the little girl inside them who kept looking out the window, waiting for someone who never came.

Their love becomes a currency—they trade affection, loyalty, and even their own boundaries just to feel held.

They over-give, over-function, and over-apologize, hoping that one day, someone will finally choose to stay without conditions.

The absence of a father doesn’t just leave a physical void—it creates emotional gaps that women often try to fill with partners, friends, or even strangers.

But what’s missing isn’t just a person—it’s the early belief that they are inherently worthy of love without having to earn it.

She often becomes hyper-independent, saying she doesn’t need anyone.

But behind that strength is exhaustion—from carrying her own pain, from pretending she’s okay, from surviving in a world that never taught her how to receive.

When she finally does meet love, she may not know how to trust it.

Her nervous system doesn’t recognize consistency. It feels foreign. Unsafe even. She might push it away before it has a chance to hold her.

This woman is not broken.
She is someone who has been asked to mother herself before she was ever truly mothered. She’s someone who has built a heart out of scars and silence.

Healing for her doesn’t come from finding the perfect partner. It comes from finding herself. From meeting the little girl within and telling her, “You don’t have to beg anymore. You are already enough.”

When a woman with an absent father begins to reclaim her worth, she stops performing for love and starts attracting it from a place of truth.

Her healing isn’t just hers—it becomes a ripple that touches every generation after her.

And maybe for the first time, she finally breathes deeply… not because someone stayed, but because she stopped abandoning herself.

If you belong to this story, know that healing is possible. I’m here to help you on this journey—just reach out to me.

- Abhikesh