So I met this guy at a Game Center while I went to watch Chelsea match.
We were both shouting, arguing, suffering together during the game 😭💙
After the match, we just started talking — you know that kind of “football pain brings strangers together” friendship.
That’s how we became friends. He was surprised about how passionate I was about football.
Fast forward a few weeks later, I hear say the same guy packed out of his matrimonial home and rented an apartment alone.
Two years marriage. No child yet.
Wife don dey call everybody — friends, family — begging them to help bring him back.
So I reached out to him like:
“Guy, where you dey? Let me come see you.”
I expected some hesitation… but he sent the address immediately.
I bought bread (as per visitor protocol 😂) and went to see him.
When I got there, I checked the place first.
No chairs. No kitchen stuff. Just bed and empty space.
At that point I already knew — this one no plan to stay long.
So I relaxed.
I asked him:
“Hope no be cheating?”
He said no.
“Abi she dey insult you?”
He said no.
“She dey deny you intimacy?”
He said no.
I was now confused.
“Okay… wetin really happen?”
Then he opened up.
He said ever since they got married, anytime they agree to save money for something, his wife will still go and spend it.
“Anything she sees on Instagram, she must buy it.”
And she’s always trying to keep up with her single friends.
Whenever he complains, she turns it into “you are nagging me.”
Omo.
That one enter me small.
Because at that point, I realized this matter is not for Game Center friendship level.
This one is marriage council level with elders, pastors, and maybe financial adviser involved.
So I just quietly took bread, sat down properly, and started eating.
Then I gently changed the topic back to Chelsea.
Because honestly… I no qualify for this level of relationship matter.
Football pain is my level — not “Instagram lifestyle vs budgeting marriage crisis.”
After small talk, I stood up, said my goodbyes and left.
If he likes, let him go back home.
If he doesn’t like, let him stay.
No be me send anybody go marry “Instagram baddies. It's your handsome friend John Petra.
