The next episode

After last penultimate’s article, some of you refused to let me rest. Your comments made me laugh, blush, and honestly, shake my head. You said that I was “vast in ozza room matters,” and that you were waiting for the next episode. Well, here it is — the sequel, from my heart again.

When I posted the link and said I was shy, typing with one eye open and one eye closed, I truly meant it. I even told you people not to ask how I suddenly became a “professor” in certain matters. I said I was innocent. I said I read books. I said I heard stories. Allegedly.

But did you people listen? No.

One person even warned that Tabloid.net should write “Not for under 18” on my column this week. Another said, “All angle, every angle, no sparing place.” I had to read that comment twice. Some of you refused to allow me pretend I didn’t write it. Instead, you encouraged me. You said, “Hajia, we are expecting the next episode.” And since you have boldly requested Part 2, who am I to deny you
Okay, fine. Let us go deeper.

So let us talk properly today.

But let me be honest. The reason that article touched many of you is simple: it was real. Marriage is not only about bills, school runs, and serious faces in public. Behind those well-ironed clothes and respectful greetings lives another side of married life — the playful side.

But step inside that same house when the door is locked, you will see curriculum change.

Marriage has secret codes. A simple tap on the shoulder can mean, “I’m in the mood.” A random compliment like, “You’re looking nice today,” can carry more weight than grammar. Even arguing sometimes ends in unexpected peace talks. Married people understand that not every disagreement ends in silence. Some end in closeness.

And let us talk about something many people are shy to admit — routine can make marriage dry if couples are not careful.

Wake up. Work. Children. Bills. Sleep. Repeat.

If couples do not intentionally create fun, marriage will start feeling like a staff meeting.

That is why privacy matters.

When you protect your space, you protect your spark. Not every relative must stay with you. Not every weekend must be crowded. Not every evening must involve visitors. Sometimes the best date night is inside your own house, with simple food, soft music, and no interruption.

Some of you even told me privately that after reading my article, you and your spouse laughed together. That alone makes me happy. Because laughter is medicine in marriage. When couples stop laughing together, distance begins quietly.

Now let me say something bold but true.

There is nothing ungodly about a married couple enjoying themselves. It is not a crime. It is not a sin. It is not “too forward.” It is part of the gift of companionship. The same society that expects couples to stay faithful sometimes forgets that enjoyment helps faithfulness.

If two people are free, open, playful and satisfied with each other, temptation reduces. Cold homes create wandering minds. Warm homes create content hearts.

And this season of my life has taught me something personally. When children grow and travel, you rediscover each other. You start noticing small things again. The way he laughs. The way she walks. The way silence feels comfortable instead of awkward.

You begin to remember: we chose each other.

Marriage is not only about enduring; it is about enjoying.

So yes, laugh in your house. Flirt in your house. Create your own private jokes. Guard your privacy like gold. Let outsiders see respect, but let your spouse see your playful side.

Because at the end of the day, when the noise of the world reduces, it is that one person standing beside you.

But for now, from the heart of Oreoluwa — keep your love alive, keep your door closed when necessary, and keep giving the world something to wonder about.