Musings on the 'other woman'.

I went to shake up Mr Bassey Udoh who owes me money since May at his gwarimpa residence. He actually defrauded me of over a million Naira  purported to be an agent of an apartment I wanted in Abuja, and went into hiding. I have only been able to recover part of that money and he had left town, hiding away in undisclosed locations. The Gwarimpa police station tells me he has almost 10 pending cases...

like mine. There are many fraudsters like that in Abuja (sadly,I met one of them). A woman he introduced as his wife lives at his apartment with his 2 kids, I went to see if he was home. He wasn't. When asked where her husband was and when he would pay me my money, she acted like she wasn't married to him and severally referred to him as 'that man' and 'the person u are looking for'. Is he not your husband? I asked in anger,then felt sad for raising my voice. Her two boys were seated by her side,looking on. 'He is the father of my children but I have not set eyes on him for over six months now', she sniffed. I felt sad for her.
There, images of the 'other woman' came to mind, you know, the 'Abuja wife' that lives in a flat rented by the father of her children,that gets introduced as 'wife' but is actually the unrecognized other woman, the one he leaves and runs away from,to his 'actual' wife or when his sins catches up to him. The other woman that gets the ranting and screams from the irate debtors. The one who gets the police threats, and may as well go to prison as an accomplice because she is not a 'wife' protected by law, but a concubine who had his children and aided his dealings.

'She can't be his wife' Desmond said. 'Men don't leave their wives and children like this'. It must be hard being the other woman, I thought, feeling sad.