Life can be so so funny yet so complicated you know.
I remember once on an hospital visit with then wifey.
I had an HMO policy and I was on this visit required to include an additional information so my file was given to me.
Wifey was side by side as I filled the forms.
Then she had seen a column that fascinated her.
My ‘next of kin’.
“Why am I not your ‘next of kin’ ?” she enquired.
This was a policy I took well before I even married her.
Never crossed my mind how important or the need to even change that information.
For a fact, I was seeing that file for the very first time again since I took the policy.
I had my younger brother as my ‘next of kin’.
He stayed miles away in Abuja. A very busy banker too.
The funny thing, ok maybe these days, if you call him, the answer you get usually is:
‘Please, lemmie call you back’.
He’s an extremely busy person at work. Pressured I guess. Bankers around here are hugely so, strained and constrained.
However, the possibility of him not calling back for a day or two is high.
Guess wifey was right to wish to be my ‘next of kin’ then ?
She was a banker too however, just like my brother.
I had opened an account at her office which she had full knowledge and control of.
Knew the password of my ATM that is.
Could draw and drew money for me a few times.
In the same vein, also had the password to my personal / official email account.
Actually used to assist in downloading huge files from her own office.
In the name of love – Winks winks.
I also in exchange and in disproportionate balance had her personal email password.
Then the bubble burst.
The fight, and she moved out.
1 day, 2 days, to 1 week and I was curiously goin to check her personal email.
I had been blocked. No access.
The life and times of a woman.
@ O’Shine ORIGINAL