The office was beautifully arranged — clearly designed for comfort and professionalism. A long, luxuriously soft couch with throw pillows sat to one side, a sleek desk with a desktop and keyboard on the other, and a bookshelf stocked with various books, all neatly organized. The air conditioner filled the room with a pleasant coolness.
On the couch sat a woman who appeared to be about 35 or 36 years old. She was elegantly dressed, legs crossed, her henna-stained foot in a simple orange Hermes slipper matching her orange Hermes handbag. She wore an expensive long atampa gown with elaborate stonework and a matching headscarf that clearly cost a fortune. In her hand was an iPhone 12 Pro Max, and she was smiling faintly, her chocolate-toned skin glowing.
The door opened, and she looked up. In walked a chocolate-skinned doctor in a white lab coat over a beautiful half gown, with red heels. She carried a sleek pad with a stylus. Closing the door behind her, she walked to her desk, put on her glasses, sat down, and after tapping on her pad, smiled warmly:
Doctor: "Hello, Mrs. Bakori, right?"
Mrs. Bakori: "Yes."
The doctor stood, pulled her chair back, walked around to a one-seater couch facing Mrs. Bakori, crossed her legs, rested the pad on her lap, and asked:
Doctor: "This is your first time in our facility, right?"
Mrs. Bakori: "Right."
Introducing herself as Dr. Elizabeth Matthew Browns, the psychotherapist, she assured her patient that everything discussed would be strictly confidential. Then she leaned forward and said:
Doctor: "I want to know you better. Tell me who you are."
Mrs. Bakori’s Background and Marital Problem
Mrs. Bakori began:
"My name is Hassana Lawal Bakori. I’m a twin — my sister Hussaina lives in Dubai. I’m 35 years old and married to Alhaji Alhassan Bakori."
The doctor asked about children. Mrs. Bakori replied that she had two boys, twins aged 14 in SS2, both in boarding school. She confirmed she had only given birth once in her 15-year marriage. When asked why she didn’t have more children, she explained:
"My husband doesn’t want many children — that’s why I stopped."
The doctor then gently asked why she had come to see her. Mrs. Bakori put down her phone, crossed her arms over her chest, exhaled, and said quietly:
"It’s about my husband… I don’t have feelings for him anymore. Not even a drop! I don’t find him attractive or desirable. I don’t want him to touch me. It’s not that I don’t feel sexual desire — I do — but when he approaches me, I feel irritated. I don’t know why I’m like this. I need help, serious help."
The doctor offered her something to drink, which she declined. She then asked if the husband had any bad habits or abusive behavior. Mrs. Bakori explained that he often “gwasales” her (publicly dismisses or ridicules her), even in front of others. It annoyed her deeply, but she didn’t think that was the main reason for her feelings.
Finally, she admitted:
"I think it’s because I feel he doesn’t love me either."
She described how he never comforted her when she was hurt, sick, or upset — not even simple words like "sorry" or "get well." He never checked if she’d eaten, never cared about her well-being. Even when she had a high fever and was on IV fluids, he left the room saying he couldn’t stand the smell of medicine. He worked constantly, came home late, and spent little time with her.
Emotional Breakdown and Cry for Help
As she spoke, her voice began to break. The doctor encouraged her to take a deep breath and continue. Tears filled her eyes as she said:
"What I want from him is care and attention — but I don’t get it. That’s why I no longer love him or desire him."
For about six minutes she cried, recalling how even around their children he would belittle her, making them laugh. Yet she noted he was not unfaithful; his only obsession was making money. She had material comfort but felt emotionally abandoned.
Trying to smile through her tears, she admitted:
"I’m a strong woman, Dr. I rarely cry. I’ve never cried to him about what he does to me, but I don’t know why I’m crying now. Look what Baban Khalid is doing to my confidence and self-esteem."
The doctor, in a soft and soothing tone, told her to let the tears out as part of the healing process. Mrs. Bakori resisted, insisting she wouldn’t cry over a man who didn’t care for her, but then broke down completely.
Finally, she explained why she came:
"I saw your advert online. You’re foreigners, and psychotherapy is your specialty. I paid a lot for this consultation because I want you to help me love my husband again."
The doctor smiled and promised to help — but warned that Mrs. Bakori would have to help herself too. Her first question:
"Was your husband like this when you married him? Was he this way when you were dating?"
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Office Setting and First Encounter
The office was beautifully arranged — clearly designed for comfort and professionalism. A long, luxuriously soft couch with throw pillows sat to one side, a sleek desk with a desktop and keyboard on the other, and a bookshelf stocked with various books, all neatly organized. The air conditioner filled the room with a pleasant coolness.
On the couch sat a woman who appeared to be about 35 or 36 years old. She was elegantly dressed, legs crossed, her henna-stained foot in a simple orange Hermes slipper matching her orange Hermes handbag. She wore an expensive long atampa gown with elaborate stonework and a matching headscarf that clearly cost a fortune. In her hand was an iPhone 12 Pro Max, and she was smiling faintly, her chocolate-toned skin glowing.
The door opened, and she looked up. In walked a chocolate-skinned doctor in a white lab coat over a beautiful half gown, with red heels. She carried a sleek pad with a stylus. Closing the door behind her, she walked to her desk, put on her glasses, sat down, and after tapping on her pad, smiled warmly:
Doctor: "Hello, Mrs. Bakori, right?"
Mrs. Bakori: "Yes."
The doctor stood, pulled her chair back, walked around to a one-seater couch facing Mrs. Bakori, crossed her legs, rested the pad on her lap, and asked:
Doctor: "This is your first time in our facility, right?"
Mrs. Bakori: "Right."
Introducing herself as Dr. Elizabeth Matthew Browns, the psychotherapist, she assured her patient that everything discussed would be strictly confidential. Then she leaned forward and said:
Doctor: "I want to know you better. Tell me who you are."
Mrs. Bakori’s Background and Marital Problem
Mrs. Bakori began:
"My name is Hassana Lawal Bakori. I’m a twin — my sister Hussaina lives in Dubai. I’m 35 years old and married to Alhaji Alhassan Bakori."
The doctor asked about children. Mrs. Bakori replied that she had two boys, twins aged 14 in SS2, both in boarding school. She confirmed she had only given birth once in her 15-year marriage. When asked why she didn’t have more children, she explained:
"My husband doesn’t want many children — that’s why I stopped."
The doctor then gently asked why she had come to see her. Mrs. Bakori put down her phone, crossed her arms over her chest, exhaled, and said quietly:
"It’s about my husband… I don’t have feelings for him anymore. Not even a drop! I don’t find him attractive or desirable. I don’t want him to touch me. It’s not that I don’t feel sexual desire — I do — but when he approaches me, I feel irritated. I don’t know why I’m like this. I need help, serious help."
The doctor offered her something to drink, which she declined. She then asked if the husband had any bad habits or abusive behavior. Mrs. Bakori explained that he often “gwasales” her (publicly dismisses or ridicules her), even in front of others. It annoyed her deeply, but she didn’t think that was the main reason for her feelings.
Finally, she admitted:
"I think it’s because I feel he doesn’t love me either."
She described how he never comforted her when she was hurt, sick, or upset — not even simple words like "sorry" or "get well." He never checked if she’d eaten, never cared about her well-being. Even when she had a high fever and was on IV fluids, he left the room saying he couldn’t stand the smell of medicine. He worked constantly, came home late, and spent little time with her.
Emotional Breakdown and Cry for Help
As she spoke, her voice began to break. The doctor encouraged her to take a deep breath and continue. Tears filled her eyes as she said:
"What I want from him is care and attention — but I don’t get it. That’s why I no longer love him or desire him."
For about six minutes she cried, recalling how even around their children he would belittle her, making them laugh. Yet she noted he was not unfaithful; his only obsession was making money. She had material comfort but felt emotionally abandoned.
Trying to smile through her tears, she admitted:
"I’m a strong woman, Dr. I rarely cry. I’ve never cried to him about what he does to me, but I don’t know why I’m crying now. Look what Baban Khalid is doing to my confidence and self-esteem."
The doctor, in a soft and soothing tone, told her to let the tears out as part of the healing process. Mrs. Bakori resisted, insisting she wouldn’t cry over a man who didn’t care for her, but then broke down completely.
Finally, she explained why she came:
"I saw your advert online. You’re foreigners, and psychotherapy is your specialty. I paid a lot for this consultation because I want you to help me love my husband again."
The doctor smiled and promised to help — but warned that Mrs. Bakori would have to help herself too. Her first question:
"Was your husband like this when you married him? Was he this way when you were dating?"