Like I always say, having one wife is very risky especially when you are approaching 50 plus. You civilized people think our fathers were primitive to marry more than 3 wives. You laugh at them. You mock them. You call them backward.
But most men in their 50s and 60s today are suffering silently because their wives slowly conspired against them with the children, leaving them alone in the gallows to emotionally die.
The kids will go to the US.
The mum will say she is following them “just for a vacation.”
That vacation turns into years.
And you are left behind.
Alone.
Cold.
Eating scarce food.
Sleeping in a quiet house that no longer feels like a home.
No one asking if you ate.
No one checking if you are sick.
No one noticing when you are slowly fading.
Call me a polygamist if you want, but the reality is this: men’s mental health is at stake in old age, and that is why the demise of old men is increasing day in, day out. Not because they are weak, but because they are abandoned.
Guard and invest in yourself in preparation for the future, especially at old age when mama nani decides she has had enough. When wrinkles appear. When erections weaken 
. When strength leaves your body quietly. At least the “small wife” will still be there when everyone else has disappeared, before you finally go to your grave.
Make wealth and educate your kids, yes.
But remember — things change at every age.
You stop seeing properly.
You stop hearing well.
You lose touch.
You become weak.
And if you married a wicked woman, she will wait patiently for your old age. She will wait until you cannot defend yourself. Until you cannot shout. Until you cannot chase anyone away. Then she will leave you burning in your urine 
, revenging for every bad thing you ever did to her in your youth.
And this is the part most men refuse to think about.
Old age strips a man of authority first, then dignity. The same people who once stood when you entered the room will speak over you. The same wife who once waited for you will suddenly be “busy.” The same children who once feared you will begin to pity you — or worse, ignore you.
Nothing hurts a man more than realizing he is still alive but already forgotten.
You will sit quietly watching time move without you.
Your phone will be silent for days.
Your opinions will be called outdated.
Your pain will be dismissed as complaining.
When sickness comes, it doesn’t announce itself. It arrives slowly. A missed step. A shaking hand. A night you cannot get out of bed. And that is when reality speaks the loudest.
No philosophy will save you.
No social media morality will warm your bones at 3 a.m.
No modern ideas will sit by your bed when you are weak.
Only presence does.
This is why old men fear loneliness more than death. Death is quick. Loneliness is daily.
So laugh now.
Mock tradition now.
Pretend you are different.
Time humbles every man equally.
Prepare yourself while you are still strong, because when strength leaves, choice leaves with it.
RULES ARE RULES.
