Funny how almost every man thinks they married entrepreneurs. My wife doesn’t have a day job, myself and the entire clan will put our heads together, foreheads almost colliding, and they whisper to me “Si umfungulie biz maze. Wife ni akuwe busy.” Days didn't go by before we called some unskilled carpenter dragging pieces of wood around and brandishing an old hammer, a few shining nails and lots of rusty ones to set up a shanty-looking kiosk that was named ‘Stella & Sons’ Wholesalers’. The name will be painted in white just above the rickety window, which will also serve as a counter. No matter whether we only had daughters and not a single son, Stella & Sons’ Wholesalers it is. Omokimbisi bar soap here, KDF and Milk there, not forgetting ebitungurumu here and boom, Stella & Sons Wholesalers is stocked and in business. On the 1st day in her kiosk, she sees her first customer in the afternoon, and that customer wants to know whether she sells Condoms. My wife had no idea she was supposed to sell Condoms. On her shopping list, condoms were not even discussed. That night she said to me “Baba Nani, we need to stock Condoms.” Condoms were stocked. But no one else came to ask for Condoms. Instead, someone will ask if she has painkillers. This will piss her off and only then will she realize that being a shopkeeper means sitting and waiting for people you ain’t even sure are coming. Every man didn't marry an entrepreneur.