By FUNKE EGBEMODE
There is a kind of madness that possesses some men once fame, money and power arrive. They suddenly believe they can buy anything: houses, cars, chieftaincy titles, even other human beings. Even another man’s wife becomes, to them, a “challenge”, something to conquer.
That is where trouble begins.
There are single, ready-to-mingle women everywhere. There are widows. There are divorced women. There are desperate, beautiful single ladies dancing all over Instagram, hawking their natural and unnatural endowments. Why then do men who should know better, especially young rich and famous men, deliberately target married women?
Oh ok, it is their love for wrapped pap and forbidden fruits. Not because they lack options. No. It is because there is a dangerous aroma around a married woman’s thing, plus puff-puff ego that comes with power. The thrill of “taking what belongs to another man.” Foolish thrill. Yoruba elders knew all about that thrill before racy Fuji star, Abass Akande Obesere, sang that those who do not have antidotes for vomiting should not eat cockroaches. In other words, there are men who find cockroaches crunchy and will eat them without vomiting but bro, they are not many. Crunchy cockroaches, like married women, cannot be eaten by every man. It is food for the elders. Boys who do not have the ring and-plated armour will end up with bloody mouth and or broken teeth.
Many of these adventurous guys think it’s just acquired taste. They think it is ordinary enjoyment. No dude, you are playing with oogun-abenu-gongo, that is juju that has been drenched in monstrous concoction. A go lie for you?
Listen to me before magun enters the equation.
Listen to me before ghosts step out of the bedroom walls and arrive at midnight.
Take my advice before your contracts and endorsements disappear.
Run before death shows up to haul you off to realm you are not prepared for.
Nigeria is full of silent stories. Promising men who fell because they entered another man’s bedroom through the back door. Musicians. Politicians. Businessmen. Pastors. Actors. Footballers. Men who thought they were untouchable.
A married woman is not just a woman. She is somebody’s covenant, somebody home, somebody’s pride and emotional investment. Some husbands may cry quietly and walk away. Others may forgive. But some men? Ah! Some men carry thunder inside their chests. Not every husband fights with fists but the words under their tongues can cut the most virile man into unrecognisable size
Chief Bode was the definition of soft life. Big hotel in Abuja. Two petrol stations. Range Rover with police escort. Gold chain heavy enough to anchor a fishing boat.
Women followed him like ants chasing sugar and he sweetened them up after flipping them like burger.
Then he met Angela.
Angela was beautiful in the dangerous way. Skin smooth like fresh pawpaw. Voice like radio presenter. Waist that could make a pastor forget his sermon notes.
Problem was Angela was married.
Her husband, Emeka, was a quiet trader. Calm man. Respectful. The kind of man people underestimate because he does not make noise.
When rumours started flying around that Angela was sleeping with Chief Bode, Emeka ignored them. But Lagos gossip is like smoke from firewood; once it starts, the whole street smells it.
One evening, Emeka invited elders and warned his wife quietly.
She laughed.
Chief Bode laughed louder.
“You know who I be?” he boasted in a bar one night. “No husband fit threaten me.”
Three weeks later, Chief Bode landed in a private hospital, in a shameful shape.
The story spread across town like wildfire.
They said during one of his secret visits to Angela’s apartment, the mighty chief suddenly became trapped during the act. Sweating. Shouting. Foaming. His sugar stick refused to come out of the honey pot. They said it was magun.
Whether it was true or not no longer mattered. Nigerians had concluded the case before sunrise.
His political ambition died instantly. The same people who drank champagne with him now mocked him behind his back. WhatsApp groups finished him completely. His wife packed out quietly. The Church Elders Council suspended him and the members stopped greeting him altogether.
A once arrogant Yoruba who thought he had magun antidote ended up with a stuck third leg in another man’s something, because he entered another man’s garden with dirty slippers.
Some husbands fight with juju.
Some go after the intruder with their contacts and stay on his case until they reduce him to nothing
Both can destroy a man completely.
Kelvin Blaze was a superstar musician. Hit songs. Endorsements. Concerts abroad. Young boys copied his hairstyle. Young girls screamed whenever he sneezed.
Success entered his head.
He started sleeping with women recklessly, especially married women. To him, it was proof of superiority.
“Na celebrities dey collect married women now,” one of his foolish friends joked.
Then he met Lillian, wife of a wealthy transporter in Onitsha.
The affair became hot quickly. Expensive gifts. Dubai trips. Secret apartment in Lekki.
But Lillian’s husband was not an ordinary man. He was connected to rough boys. Real street boys. Men whose smiles looked like warnings.
One Friday night, Kelvin Blaze left a club around 2 a.m. feeling untouchable.
Halfway home, two vehicles blocked his convoy.
What followed was the kind of beating that makes a man’s ancestors squirm in shame in their graves.
No gunshots.
No killing.
Just raw punishment.
They beat him until one eye closed like faulty generator switch. His right arm fractured. They smashed the windshield of his Bentley and left him bleeding beside the road.
The message they delivered was simple:
“Next time you touch another man’s wife, na cemetery go settle the matter.”
His management team lied to the press that he had “minor accident injuries.”
But industry people knew.
Endorsement brands quietly distanced themselves. One telecom company refused to renew his contract because of “reputation concerns.” Show organisers became uncomfortable around scandal.
The superstar started declining.
All because he mistook another man’s wife for a free buffet table.
Sometimes the punishment is not immediate.
Sometimes karma waits patiently like a hunter inside the bush. Alhaji Kareem was a wealthy importer. Powerful contacts. Big warehouse. Friends in government. He loved women too much.
Especially wives of powerful men. To him, it was sport.
His closest friend warned him, not once. “One day, you will enter where death is waiting.” But men intoxicated by power rarely listen.
Then he began an affair with the wife of a very influential politician. Not ordinary politician. The kind whose phone calls can move police commissioners like chess pieces.
People warned him.
He continued.
His two wives at home begged him to stop.
He refused.
Then one evening, Alhaji Kareem vanished.
Just vanished.
His car was found on Benin-Ore Road. Driver untouched. Security man untouched. But the businessman himself disappeared like smoke.
Till today, nobody knows exactly what happened.
Some said kidnapping.
Some whispered assassination.
Others said powerful forces decided to erase a disgrace quietly.
The truth died somewhere on a lonely dark road, at night.
But one thing became clear: some men are too powerful to insult in the language of adultery.
There are husbands who can forgive betrayal.
There are others who can destroy destinies with a single phone call.
Many men think adultery is just bedroom enjoyment. It is not.
Sleeping with another man’s wife is like carrying petrol near open fire. You may escape once. Twice. Ten times.
But someday? Boom. You’re gonna burn.
Because adultery does not travel alone. It comes with fear, lies, blackmail, scandal, violence, pain, plenty of pain .
The married woman herself may become dangerous. Today she says she loves you. Tomorrow she is demanding money. Next week, she is threatening exposure. Everything is possible on this cocky show.
Some celebrities have lost careers because of leaked chats and hotel videos.
Some businessmen have lost contracts because clients hate scandal.
Many pastors have lost their calling and churches to uncontrolled desire.
Some politicians have lost elections to cocky scandals.
And some men have lost their lives.
The most foolish sentence a rich man can utter is: “No man can touch me.”
History laughs at such arrogance. Ask kings who died over women.
Ask generals destroyed by forbidden love. Ask mighty men buried by secret affairs.
Even in the Bible, kingdoms scattered because powerful men could not control desire.
There is a special stupidity in pursuing a married woman when millions of single women exist. Why deliberately drink from a poisoned cup?
Why build enjoyment on another family’s tears and sorrow?
Why gamble your future because of temporary pleasure?
The truth many side lovers ignore is this: some married women are not looking for love. They are looking for escape, revenge, money, excitement or emotional attention. And when crisis comes, the outsider is usually sacrificed first.
The woman may return to beg her husband. The side cock will face his disgrace alone.
A wise man avoids complicated pleasure. Because every married woman comes attached to a husband, children, extended family, emotions, secrets and possible danger.
That danger may be spiritual.
It may be physical. It may be financial.
It may also be all of the above, and final too.
My final warning to young men out there who think married women are easy catch. They are dangerous because they are threaded needles.
Men should stop behaving like goats tied beside vegetable gardens.
Control yourself.
Not every smiling married woman is an invitation.
Not every flirting wife is available for harvest.
See the lipstick as bait.
See the sweet voice as a trap.
The bedroom leads directly to destruction.
Protect your name.
Protect your future.
Protect your hard-earned fame and name, your life.
*Egbemode ([email protected])
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