10/28/2025
The Day Hunger Humbled My Ego!
Let me confess… The first time I ever refused to eat my wife’s food because I was angry I felt like a real man.
She begged me a little, I did “shakara” small then later ate the food. No wahala.
Second time, I repeated the pattern small fight, small ego, same result. She begged again, I formed stubborn, but my spoon still found its way to the plate.
Third time? My dear, that’s when life decided to teach me sense.
She just looked at me and said, “Why should I beg you when you’re the one that’s wrong?”
That evening, I came back home with hunger doing press-up in my stomach.
Madam ate her food peacefully, carried her plate, washed it, and went to bed. No drama, no pity.
Around 2am, I humbled myself.
Tiptoed into the kitchen like a thief in my own house, warmed the food quietly, and ate with tears of repentance.
The next morning, I apologized with all my chest. Since that day, hunger and pride no longer live in my house together.
Moral lesson: Whatever nonsense you tolerate in marriage will keep happening.
And my brothers, let’s be honest going hungry because you’re angry is not “maturity,” it’s malnutrition with pride.
This generation of women no send that “my husband is angry” drama.
Our fathers’ methods expired o!
If you vex, no one’s begging you eat your food, be a man, talk things through, and fix your home.
After all, you’re the one that paid for the food. Don’t let your ego turn your money into leftovers.