That mindset followed me into my marriage.
When trouble came, I didn’t pause to ask why trouble came so often. I only reached for solutions, because that is what I do.
Emeka liked that about me.
He used to say I was “a strong woman,” the type that builds with a man. I believed him, because I wanted a home that felt stable.
The first year we married, we struggled like most couples.
Rent, school fees, fuel, small loans. We kept telling each other, “Once we stand well, everything will calm down.”
Then my pharmacy started growing.
It didn’t happen overnight, but one good month became two, and soon people were looking for me by name, trusting my store more than hospitals.
That was when Emeka began carrying paper lists to our bed.
He would sit like a serious man, sigh deeply, and say, “Let’s plan this month,” like he was helping the family.
The list was never about our children first.
It was always about his mother, his sisters, his uncles, one cousin who “just needed small support,” and another aunt who “was not doing well.”
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