Many Gums

I always think that having one wife is bad enough when it is bad. Having to handle just one wife is, to me, more than a handful. Muslim men tend to believe that it is their prerogative to have four wives at any one time and this belief is based on the following:

If ye fear that ye shall not be able to deal justly with the orphans, marry women of your choice, two, or three, or four; but if ye fear that ye shall not be able to deal justly (with them), then only one, or that which your right hands possess. That will be more suitable, to prevent you from doing injustice. (an-Nisaa: 3)

What they never read is the other ayat in the same surah where Allah SWT says:

Ye are never able to do justice between wives even if it is your ardent desire: but turn not away (from a woman) altogether, so as to leave her (as it were) hanging (in the air). If ye come to a friendly understanding and practise self-restraint, Allah is Oft-Forgiving Most Merciful. (an-Nisaa: 129)

I believe I have written twice on polygamy prior to this: Polly Wants A Gummy and Polly Wants Nuts While The Jays Want Champagne. You can go to those links if you want to know my stand on polygamy.

Anyway, I cannot understand why men would want to marry another. Perhaps it makes them feel younger to have a younger woman as a wife; perhaps it would make them look good to walk with a trophy wife. Either way, it is a gamble to me. How much better or worse could another woman be, compared to the current wife? We’ll never know until we marry another.

Imagine this – you’re a 50-year old man. You’ve been married to a nagging wife for the past 30 years, have say three kids, numerous grandchildren. All you ever did for the past 30 years was to go home from work, eat your wife’s cooking day in day out, and get her to spread her legs so you could unload your daily troubles. Suddenly, you wake up one morning and your penis gets semi-rigid, and you decided it was time to have another wife.

That is when you think you would be happier than you’ll ever be.

You take someone in her 20s. She not only looks at you as a husband, but also a father-figure. You get home after a hard day’s work. You’re so attuned to your life with the first wife. And suddenly you have a woman half your age to look after. You have to send your clothes to the laundry; you’re expected to take her out to dinner, so on and so forth. You face problems in the office and at the same time have to juggle between the needs of both wives.

Do you think you’re happier now than you were then?

And you second wives, don’t treat the first wife like she’s the dirt that never knew how to treat your husband. Whatever it may be, you are still the second choice. The first one’s has had decades of monopolizing your husband’s attention, your husband’s dick is so immersed in her juice that her DNA is probably inside you now. Be considerate; consider the feelings of his children, if not the feelings of the first wife. Don’t expect his friends or siblings to treat you as how they have been treating the first wife.

You think you’re happy being the second wife?

Remember, if he did it to his first wife, he can always do it to his second wife.

See if you are happy now.