My Wife Was Made For Rainy Day

For a long time, I believed my wife was doing everything a good wife should do except one thing: contributing financially at home. Whenever I asked about it, she would smile and say she was saving for a rainy day. She promised that when the time came and I truly needed her help, she would not fail me. I always replied that I needed her help every day. She tried, but in my mind, I felt she could do more.

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One afternoon, without warning, our landlord told us to move out in one month. We still had about six months left on our rent, but he said he would refund it when we left. From that day, peace left our home. He started picking unnecessary fights, and the pressure became unbearable. We had two children to think about, their school, our workplaces, and the reality of starting all over again.

Finding a house was not the problem. Paying for it was.

Every decent place we saw demanded an amount far beyond what I could raise at short notice. I was frustrated, tired, and quietly afraid. The deadline was closing in, and I felt the weight of being a husband and a father pressing heavily on my chest.

One day, my wife joined me in the search. We entered a beautiful house. The moment I stepped inside, I liked it, but reality checked me immediately. I said, “It’s nice oo, but can we afford it?” After the inspection, my wife turned to me and said calmly, “My spirit finds peace here. Let’s take it.” I answered, “Did you hear the amount they mentioned? Where’s the money?”

When we got home, she brought out a small black polythene bag and placed it in my hands. “Pay and let’s move in tomorrow,” she said. I opened it and froze. It was money. I asked her where she stole it from, half joking, half in shock. She smiled and said, “This is the rainy day. And this is the umbrella I’ve been quietly building.”

What she gave me paid two years’ rent in advance. That day, a burden left my chest. And this was not the first time she had done something like this. Over the years, she has shown up for us in ways I never saw coming, as if she had anticipated our problems long before they arrived.

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So today, I say this publicly. Thank you, Matilda Buabeng, for being the wife I needed for this journey. I promise to also be the husband you have always prayed for.

—Bright

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