Broken

“Brethren, Let’s break into our Sunday school classes” finally, service was over and the whole congregation stood up and broke out into different groups for Sunday school. I knew he would be right there in his class, same corner. And I’m beginning to think that the corner he has chosen is strategic. So I also decided to pick a strategic corner in my class where we can both steal innocent glances at each other.

Hmnnnn! This is interesting, my secret crush is actually stealing glances at me. Oh yeah, I can see from the sides of eyes. Today’s Sunday school topic was quite interesting - Handling Marital Delay.

I was equally in a participatory mood so I stood up to share my perspective on the subject matter, I was so caught up in my argument that I didn’t notice crushie had been staring at me from his strategic corner. After making my point, I dusted my skirt in victory and was about to take my seat when I looked over my shoulders to catch him staring at me as though I just gave a presidential speech. I gave him the smile I usually keep for prospective clients when I attend business meetings but he quickly looked away, apparently he doesn’t like being caught. Hahahahha.

After Sunday school, as I walked to the car park, I heard a car honk behind me, I quickly moved to the side of the road and I saw my crushie through the slightly tinted window drive past me. He had his sun glasses on and looked even more handsome. Hmnnn this guy is really testing me. When I decide to take the bull by the horn, please no one should sing desperation in my ears.

I had a 12 o’clock in Lekki but I had to top up my fuel tank first. So I drove to the nearest fuel station and I saw a small queue and joined. When it was my turn, I asked if the POS machine was available as I didn’t have cash. The attendance looked at me and didn’t reply me. I thought he didn’t hear me and I repeated my question. This time he looked at me with a frown on his face “Madam, POS nor dey available, abeg move your car to that side make another person buy fuel” Huh? I was so upset I switched off the ignition and came out “what is the matter with you, why would you talk to me in that manner? Do you know if I have cash and simply wanted to use my ATM Card?” He wasn’t even apologetic, he turned his back on me as if daring me to do my worst. I decided not to allow him spoil my day and I got into the car and started it, my car would not start, what? Please don’t embarrass yourself here I begged in my heart. I tried again but it would not bulge so I came out to see if I could find a mechanic around. By this time, the cars behind me had reversed and joined the queue on the next line. I noticed a particular Toyota Highlander jeep still waiting so I went to beg him to join the other queue as my car wouldn’t start.

He wind down and as I was about to start my sub story, I saw my crush staring right at me and I forgot all I wanted to say. “What seems to be the problem ma’am? I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know how to explain my situation, I stuttered. “err err errm I’m trying to get fuel but the attendant tells me the POS isn’t working. I’ll have to find an ATM to withdraw some cash but my car won’t even start” Crushie saw that I was visibly embarrassed and he offered to take a look at it. I opened the car bonnet and he checked, seeing that my fuel tank wasn’t empty, he went on to do some magic on it and then asked me to start the car, I did and voooooooom it came alive. I felt so relieved. He asked the attendant to sell to me and offered to pay but I refused because I had put him through a lot of stress already but he insisted and wouldn’t accept no for an answer, so I let him.

I was eternally grateful to him and asked that we exchange phone numbers, I noticed he was reluctant and then by a stroke of luck he changed his mind and gave me his number and I gave him my business card. As I thanked him and was about to get into my car he called out “I didn’t get your name, would you text me or tell me next week in church after Sunday school?” he winked at me, got into his car, reversed and drove off without buying fuel. I kept staring till he disappeared.

I was confused in my thoughts as I drove to the meeting. So Crushie probably used his last cash to pay for the fuel top up and had to go get more money. Wow, I was so touched by the gentlemanly gesture. 100 yards of husband material. And to think that he actually recognizes me from the church, oh wow! Our strategy worked out afterall. How did I get so jammed up that I forgot to introduce myself? And then my car, why did it suddenly refuse to start? Too many strange coincidences. I will definitely give him a thank you call tonight and then invite him to a lunch date. Hmnnn Crushieeeeeeee!

VALENTINE:The Morning After.2

It was 2pm on a sunny Friday. Mensah, dressed casually, wearing a blue Polo by Ralph Lauren T-shirt over a pair of chinos trouser,matched with cottage loafers. Sat in his office, not sure of his agenda for the rest of the day. He called on Bibi, his secretary and asked her to cancel his appointments for the day and have his driver bring the car around. He shut down his computer and slipped on his Denim jacket. He checked his phone and noticed he had an unread text message; he read the message, smiled and stepped out of his office. It was so sunny outside; Mensah had to put on his Ray-Ban sunglasses before dashing into the car.

“Drive straight to Plot1259 king-Kong road, Jordan Island”. Mensah dictated an address from his phone to the driver. He reclined his seat and flipped through the pages of Business Today Newspaper. Looking up once in every 10 minutes to observe his surrounding before dozing off in a short nap. “We are there sir.” Mensah was jolted out of his sleep by the voice of his driver. He looked around, taking in the littlest detail. It was a serene Estate with Identical Bungalows differentiated by names of fruits. Mensah smiled to himself “This estate must be owned by a puppet, little wonder Lady Gaga acts like a Watermelon, so messy yet so juicy”. He stepped out of the car and walked straight to the entrance of ‘Watermelon’. He knocked on the door but there was no response. He knocked again, this time the door flew open and standing there, eyes gouging out in shock, wearing a see-through top without a brassiere, hair shammed up in bendable rollers, make up free face was Osayi ‘Lady Gaga’ herself.

Mensah moved back to take a good look at her. Osayi stood as though in a trance. Mensah saw how shocked she was by his presence; he quickly stepped forward, extending a hand shake and adding. “Hello BEAUTIFUL”. Knowing how that singular word always got the worst of her. And yes! it brought Osayi back to reality. With her chest moving rhythmically, she ranted “What in Heaven’s name are you doing stalking me? How did you find me? Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you come to my home? What …….”.Mensah interrupted her gently “you might wanna wear a bra before I answer all your questions”.  It suddenly dawned on Osayi that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She put her hand over her chest and ran inside without locking the door. Mensah took this as a passport and ushered himself in.

He stood in her living room admiring her taste. She sure had a good taste for interior decoration. Whilst he was busy feeding his eyes with pictures splattered on her wall, she appeared. “What insolence” for a moment, Mensah was shocked too. He turned back to meet her face so close to his; he could feel her breath fanning his face.

She was so angry she almost spat in his face but Mensah found her exceptionally sexy and he was aroused by her closeness. He couldn’t hold the urge to kiss her anymore; he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Osayi couldn’t believe what was happening between her and this stranger in her living room. Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t stop him. It was too late, as her legs had giving in to his touch. She kissed him back hungrily, pulling him closer to her, begging him not to stop, peeling off his cloths and pushing him onto the sofa. Mensah obeyed every order. He didn’t stop that moment and he didn’t stop five years later, as that romantic rendezvous, was the beginning of a serious relationship between Osayi and Mensah.

VALENTINE: The morning after

Osayi sat on the bed in her hotel room at Four Point Delux, waiting for Mensah, who quickly dashed out for a brief business meeting with his partners at K lounge. He had made plans for the Valentine’s Day. A perfect valentine setting, with Rose flowers and petals arranged in an art form to create an aesthetic semblance, a bottle of chardonnay in an ice bucket with two goblets set beside it, a red velvet cake and a box of Ferrero Rocher, her favorite chocolate. The entire room, engulfed by the raspberry scented air freshener didn't intrude in her reverie as she was lost in thoughts.

Five years ago, Osayi would have been the happiest girl in her clique given the circumstances. But today, she wasn't feeling the vibes from Mensah. In truth, she was bored with the regular "dinner for two at luxury restaurants, all-expense-paid trips to choice cities and countries, every weekend shopping at glam malls; not forgetting the spa treatment ‘et al and yes the sex was soulful.

Mensah gave her the pampering of her life but she was BORED! She wanted something different, she wanted not just to be the one seen with him at parties held by crème de la crème of the society, she wanted so much to be the ONE. The ONE to bear his last name, the ONE to bear his kids, the ONE that will be called MRS MENSAH BOATENG.

She had always hoped that after every dinner date, surprise birthday parties, vacations, time out and weekend getaways, he would pop the big question. But he NEVER did.

This valentine season, Osayi was having none of it. She was going to confront him; because she was tired of being his girlfriend and she wanted a promotion desperately. After all, she has been serving him wifely duties and she pretty much deserved a raise in status.

Osayi jolted out of her state of melancholy, opened a box of chocolates and munched on a crunchy chunk. If she was going to face Mensah, she had to be ready for him. She was starving and fainting wasn't part of the plan. She grubbed on more chocolates and later ordered Lasagna and Chicken Saltimbocca.

Mensah had no meeting to attend, he had plans that would surprise Osayi, he knew she was getting bored in the relationship and she never failed to hint him she wasn't getting any younger. The last time they attended her cousin's wedding, he noticed how she kept wiping her eyes with her handkerchief and when he asked what the matter was; she simply replied "you know I get emotional at weddings and you know damn well Osaretin is my baby cousin". He didn't miss the sarcasm and emphasis on "baby cousin" she continued in a dramatic gesture “ I planned on using her as my maid of honor, obviously I can't anymore" and when Mensah tried to console her, she snapped, telling him it was his fault that Osaretin wouldn't make the train list.

Mensah was heartbroken because he loved Osayi and was ready to make her his wife but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. He knew she was anxiously waiting in their hotel room for him to come back and do the needful but it was never going to happen. He knew he was being selfish; he would rather die than see another man marry his Osayi. He was going to keep buying time…..

Osayi and Mensah first met at a graduation ceremony. Osayi had accompanied her friend Tessy,whose sister was also graduating. Mensah couldn't take his eyes off Osayi the moment he sighted her. Osayi, who was dressed in a leopard skin bodicon dress, matched with a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti high heeled sandals, looked unarguably appealing. She exuded sophistication and class as she slithered through the crowd.

Mensah could swear, she knew she had a magical effect on people. The way she smiled and flipped her weave turned Mensah on immediately; he knew he had to have her, no matter what it took.

Osayi, oblivious of her secret admire, innocently smiled and laughed at the jokes her friend, Tessy was making. “Tessy the clown”, as she was fondly called by her close friends; made jest of unsuspecting victims; describing their shoes in a caricature manner and the way they posed for the cameras, pouting their lips in a comic way. Osayi had had enough laughter and was going to ease herself of some urinal pressure in the lavatory when Mensah ambushed her.

"Hi" he greeted, unfortunately, Osayi was in no mood for pleasantries; she grunted under her breath and moved on quickly. Mensah waited patiently until she came out looking relieved. Osayi noticed him standing outside but breezed past him. Mensah was fast on her trail "hey, excuse me beautiful" he shouted after her and that got her stopping abruptly. She hated such compliments, especially, coming from a random male admirer. She turned and faced him angrily "Excuse you? Stop being a douche bag by calling everything with a vagina “beautiful”, she hissed and she stormed off.

For a moment, Mensah was stupefied. In his entire life of wooing ladies, he had to admit, this was his first encounter with “Lady gaga” as he immediately formed an alias for her in his head. Mensah had never experienced such rudeness from any woman, giving his good looks, model physic and British accent. He had it all; from money, fame to class. Who didn’t know Mensah Boateng? She had to be a novice in town to have treated him like trash. Mensah smiled mischievously because he knew already, how this was going to end.

Osayi found Tessy with her family members, apparently getting ready to leave for the graduation party. She looked so upset, Tessy couldn’t miss it. “Hey babe,sup witcha, why are you looking so worked up, did someone splash poop on your face?” Naturally, Osayi would have smiled at her attempt at a joke but she was so upset she didn’t even crack a smile. “Can you imagine, a certain dude tried to stop me for a chat on my way to the ladies and I ignored him, but the clueless thing, waited outside till I came out and tried his luck again”. She stopped and rolled her eyes like a Barbie doll, then continued. “What got me really upset, was him trying to be romantic and calling me “beautiful”. “How dare he ca……..” Tessy interrupted immediately “my dear, that’s not enough to upset you but knowing how you usually get upset over little things, I’ll say that was a grave offence, and that guy needs to be castrated for trying his luck. So come on, let’s go do some justice to him”.  Tessy was actually laughing at herself, when Osayi tugged at her arm. “That’s the guy coming down hall”. Mensah stood by the entrance of the hall waiting for his driver, who had gone to get the limousine down the drive way. Tessy opened her eyes and mouth wide in surprise. “MENSAH BOATENG?” she closed her eyes and opened it again in mock display. “Osayi, you just struck a goldmine and you want it to go to waste?” Osayi was confused; she looked over her shoulder again to be sure it was the same person Tessy was ogling. As though reading their minds, Mensah walked boldly towards them.

‘Hi, I am Mensah Boateng, CEO, The Concept Group” he extended a handshake and Tessy quickly took it and did an introduction for two, as Osayi was obviously still put off. Mensah found it hilarious the way she pouted her lips feigning anger. “Where are you girls headed, if you don’t mind I can have my driver take you wherever you want”. Tessy  wanted so much to be seen with Mensah, she could already picture herself on the pages of  the latest edition of Vogue magazine, but she comported herself knowing she was going to get bashed as Osayi already gave her the daggers. “errr, actually we…….” as Tessy was just about declining politely, Osayi cut in rudely.

“I drove us down here, and I’m sure, you do not expect us to dump my car just because you are trying too hard to be a gentleman. Pray get over yourself and stop being a nuisance”. Tessy couldn’t hide her disappointment; she was embarrassed for the gentleman. She quickly apologized and grabbed Osayi’s hand; she was practically pushing Osayi through the crowd, to the parking lot.

Tessy, started to rant the moment they were alone. “Do you for heaven’s sake; know whom you just spat on? That was Boateng Mensah, CEO of the concept group,I'm sure you heard that from the horse’s mouth". She continued, this time raising her voice “He is a multimillionaire, a ladies man, and to crown it all, HE IS SINGLE AND SEARCHING for your information. Madam Osayi Okojie”.  

“Stop shouting girl” Osayi shut her up and got into the driver’s seat of her 2015 Toyota Camry Sedan car.

Tessy angrily got into the car while slamming the door very hard. Osayi was peeved “Hey! Just stop already okay? I can’t remember getting a damn kobo from you when I bought my car. So mind my door pls”.With that, she turned on the music so loud, their ears literary shook to the beats.

HIDDEN PASSION

His honk broke her reverie,she jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to put his food in the microwave since he liked his meal steaming hot.she heard his foot steps and quickly went to welcome him.She took his briefcase and blazer before going down on her knees to remove his shoes and socks. she moved with calculated steps to avoid upsetting him.He watched her every move and demanded for his food with an authoritative tone.She ran into the kitchen and soon came out with a tray of  his favourite meal of  Vegetable soup laden with assorted meat and pounded yam.He consumed his meal with gusto. She watched him eat and heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't make any complaint.After his meal, she quickly cleared the dishes and ran off to run his bath.She hated to remember what she now knew, She hated to see the monster her friend of 2 years and husband of 4 years had transformed into but tonight she was going to change everything.

Dabinda and Brumen met at the Barbican Art Gallery in East London,she liked the Art work and was admiring a painting when someone nudged her from behind; she looked back to see a complete stranger. He looked embarrassed and quickly apologized, seeing she wasn't the person he thought her to be. He was moving away when she called out to him "Hey wait a minute, are you just gonna apologize and walk away?" he looked at her confused. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid mistake I made by tou............she interrupted him "Well I will only accept your apologies after you have bought me a cup of coffee" Brumen smiled, shook his head and offered to buy her a cup of coffee and that was the beginning of a romantic tale between them.

Brumen who recently broke up with his longtime girlfriend and had vowed not to love again couldn't believe he was already falling for Dabinda. The very beautiful Dabinda with a good heart and hour glass shape. He loved everything about her and didn't think he could hold on for long. He asked her to move in with him after 5 months of dating which she agreed to instantly because he was everything she wanted in a man. Her folks back in Nigeria didn't mind the fact that she moved in with him when she told them; but they wanted her to come home for the wedding. Dabinda and Brumen were so much in love, it wasn't a surprise when he asked her to marry him a year later.They flew down to Nigeria for the wedding and it was talk of the town for a long time. After the wedding, Brumen decided it was best they relocated finally to Nigeria so their children didn't grow in a foreign land. Dabinda wasn't quite sure she liked the Idea, knowing Brumen had a good Job back in England. She agreed anyway seeing that Brumen had his mind made up; coupled with the fact that his best friend, Bala, had also relocated to Nigeria. Brumen always complained sadly, how his parents made him grow and adopt the ways of the white man.

They moved to Nigeria and bought a house in lekki phase one,Brumen got a job almost immediately with a mouth watering salary and allowance with the connection of his bestfriend Bala, while Dabinda who was a make-up artist back in England, opened a studio in Lekki where she taught people the Art of makeup. Life was good with a baby on the way,they couldn't have asked for a better life. 
Trouble started when Brumen started acting strange around the house. Dabinda didn't understand his recent mood swings rather, she blamed it on stress. Brumen would flare up at very trivial issues that ought to be overlooked. Dabinda was worried and simply concluded he was having an affair. She snooped, ransacked his stuffs when he was out but found nothing implicating. She even went as far as visiting him unannounced at the office but found nothing still. He didn't keep late nights and had a very small circle of friends. In fact, Bala was the only one he spent most of his leisure time with.She knew all his friends in Nigeria and in England, they were all good men *or so they made her believe*. She was heavily pregnant  with their 2nd baby and was due in two months but she went into false labour in the 7th month when her blood pressure sky rocketed. The baby came and didn't change anything. Brumen would come home cuddle the baby and quickly drop him with the nanny before locking himself up in the study.

Dabinda was very worried for her husband and made up her mind to confront him. It was their son's 1st year Birthday in two months and she wanted to organize a party for him but Brumen had been avoiding her, so she waited till he was in the study where he never allowed any one. he called it "The Safe Place", where he got away from the noise and distractions in the house. She was surprised when she turned the knob and the door opened but there was no one inside the study. She looked round but didn't find Brumen. She gave up and went back to their room to check on him but didn't find him there either. She became worried and was just about calling his phone when he appeared. Dabinda looked surprised cos he came in through the way she had already searched. "Where have you been Ben? she queried  "I have searched the whole house looking for you, I searched the study too. At the mention of study, Brumen's eyes lit up in anger  "Why the hell did you go into my study Dabby? are you out of your mind? Dabinda was surprised by his outburst and quickly spoke in her defence;  "I needed to discuss Damian's birthday party with you and you were no where to be found, so what was I supposed to do? besides, I knew you where right there in the study and It's my house too Ben. So cut me some sl,,,,, "
she had barely finished her sentence when Brumen dealt her a resounding slap.She staggered and crashed against the wall. "Who the frigging hell do you think you are Bitch" she was shocked by his reaction, she raised her head to make sure it was Brumen who just hit her; and for the 1st time in years, she saw a different person entirely. His eyes were blazing red and he looked like a demon who just escaped from the pit of hell. Dabinda cowered down in fear as she has never seen him in this fiery mood.She summoned enough strength and ran up to her room.
Immediately, Brumen realized what he had done. He collapsed on the sofa in the living room,crying and begging but Dabinda was nowhere within earshot.

The violence continued and Dabinda would cover her face in layers of foundation when she had to go out. She knew her husband needed help; but help from what? that was a mystery she was yet to unravel. She still couldn't put her finger to what it was, or was he possessed? she asked herself  and shook the thoughts out of her head almost immediately because she didn't believe in such things. She decided to confide in his childhood friend Bala, whom they relocated to Nigeria together. 
Bala, Brumen's childhood friend all the way from England, was the only person Brumen respected amongst his friends. They were so close they acted like lovers. Anytime Bala came visiting, they would lock themselves in the study and she could hear them giggling like newly wedded couple. She was glad her husband had someone like Bala as a friend but the only snag was that Bala refused getting married to any woman; not even her single friends she introduced to him or tried to match make him with. Dabinda once complained to Brumen; but he was indifferent about his friend's relationship status. She wasn't surprised he supported his friend. After all, Brumen once said if not that she forced love out of him, he was ready to stay single and enjoy life with Bala. She didn't think much of that statement rather she laughed and said she was glad she forced love out of him. 

She got dressed and headed straight to Bala's Mansion. She wondered why Bala had such a gigantic house to himself. but then, she remembered it was willed to him by his billionaire father. She didn't call Bala before heading to his house because she didn't want him calling Brumen, to inform him she was on her way to see him. Then again, she was certain she would meet Bala in the house being a Saturday and Brumen, his best pal had traveled to South Africa for a conference. 
She got to his gate and parked her car outside. She walked into the compound after the gate-man let her in without questioning since she was a familiar face in the house. She knew her way around the house because Brumen made it their 2nd home. She got in, looked around but found no one, not even one of the staff that catered to his needs. She was certain Bala was home because his favorite weekend Jeep was parked outside. Then her eyes caught the customized towel she made for Brumen on his last birthday which she packed herself when putting his things together for the trip. 
She moved closer and held it to the light and was convinced it was the same towel because it had Brumen's BVLGARI scent all over it. She was yet to fathom what Brumen's towel was doing lying in Bala's living room; when she heard a voice from a room upstairs. She was about to shout Bala's name but changed her mind. Maybe Brumen came by Bala's house before his flight because he left 3 hours before his flight.She smiled at the thought "These men will never stop amusing me" but she thought again 'He had a shower before he left the house why would he have a shower here again? Then she opened her eyes in shock as though discovering a Gold Mine. Yes! she exclaimed to herself, he must have come here with his mistress for a quick one before jetting out with her. Her heart sank at the thought but she shook her head again. 

"No! whatever it is, Bala better be ready to spill because it's his house, and he knew what went down in it. He was sure going to tell her who the hell her husband was sleeping with, that has turned him into a monster at home. With that in mind, she stormed upstairs, following the sound where the noise came from. She thought again and then stopped herself midway."could it be Bala's staff taking for granted their master's absence, to engage in a hasty sexual rendezvous? because that noise was definitely moans from love making. Anyway, she said aloud, "Whatever it is,I'm about to find out".

Dabinda finally got to the door with a warning sign OUT OF BOUND! she was so upset and was about banging on the door when she remembered she had a microscope for the studio in her bag. She took it out and peered into the tiny hole on the door and what she saw was to be a life changing trauma. 
Right inside the room was Brumen, her husband and Bala, his best friend, Stark naked! with Brumen pumping right into Bala's Shit hole. She was shocked beyond description. She looked round again and saw bottles of champagne littered on the table and on the floor and then she saw some white substance on a tray. COCAINE!!!!. Dabinda couldn't take this all in, she was heart broken. She started gasping for breath. She was choking on this latest discovery. Her husband of many years, GAY AND A DRUG ADDICT????? she blanked out and slumped on the floor......

Dabinda thought she must have passed out for a while when she woke up with a head ache and remembered where she was and what she had seen. The door with the warning sign was still locked. she quietly got up dusted herself and peered into the hole again.This time they were seated still naked, sniffing from the tray with the white substance. Dabinda had seen enough. She quickly walked out of the house, straight into her car and drove home. She wasn't going to take this. No way! She was going to deal with him for this deceit and dual personality.

It was the D-Day and Brumen was due back that evening. she had mapped out a plan and she was going to try it out on her husband. She had gotten some concoction from a woman in the herb market where she was told to sprinkle some in his food that would make his penis shrink at the sight of a naked body. She was going to destroy his manhood. She cared less about that because she was never going to make love to him again. And if that plan failed, she would simply file for a divorce and go back to England with the children.

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BANTUZ DIARY

#Singleladies! #Singleladies! #Singleladies! Jesu christi. Can someone please wake me up from this rigmarolin gangantuan peculfalous nefenefe of a Babubabu(in patrick obahiagbon's voice).Can I take a breath of fresh air? It seems everywhere I go, there is someone or something waiting to remind me of my single status.Oh yeah, I pretty much know that I'm single and I appreciate your prayers for me to get married this year but seriously, I need to take a breather from all the side eyes and side talk.
The other day at Tiwa's naming ceremony,our married friends formed a caucus of #marriedwomen discussing nothing else but husband,husband and husband matters.I was personally miffed with Toun(Madam Aborkorku) for shutting Dolapo up just because she felt Dolapo had no right to air her views on marital issues simply because she is single.I couldn't stand watching her humiliate the poor girl so I stood up to her in Dolapo's defense, seeing that she was too embarrassed to defend herself.
Same thing happened the night before Dammy's wedding; when Dammy's aunt ordered the single ladies to go arrange the rooms for our married friends with kids.WORDAHELLLLL!! * I didn't kuku stand up from the chair where I sat(as a married woman to be consyn, *shior).

Having rocked my kinky braids for a month,I decided to go get a new look at the salon.On getting there, I noticed a particular lady whom I have seen there several times. for the sake of this diary,I will call her Atutupoyoyo. Atutupoyoyo was busy making a phone call, gisting her friend who I guess is married too, about another friend who is single.Apparently, the receiver just got married and  Atutupoyoyo was busy warning her against keeping close ties with her single friends. Lobatan! has it gotten that serious? Is being single now worse than the case of EBOLA? Hmnnn eleyi gidi gaan o. Little wonder Chioma quickly accepted Sean's proposal even though she had no inkling who Sean really is and did I mention; #drawsclosetowhisperinyourears. she met him online and accepted his proposal online via Instagram. Their wedding comes up soon on Instagram. LMAO... OOPS! totally forgot I left my noodles on the fire.brb..... okay, I'm back.#rollingnoodlesroundmyfork. *hmnnn Bantuz, this your habit of eating noodles all the time,better go learn how to cook ofuakwu,ofe nsala,ofe onugbu,Ofe ewedu,ofe egusi,ofe amala and ofe ila, you know you will soon be getting married to shukudi. LOL. but seriously,why is it so much of big deal in this part of the world? The one that dazes me the most is when ladies endure or refuse to leave an abusive marriage just because society frowns at single ladies. So they would rather die a MRS than stay alive as a  Miss!.oga o.

Am I saying this because I'm still single?Is there a bug that bites us ladies once we get married making us act in this fashion? Are the men folks also bitten by this bug? I guess these are questions for the gods. lol
I'm getting married soon but I do not wish to become someone else once I say I do.Although I hope and will work towards being a good wife and mother to my kids. I also do not pray to look down on my single friends like they mean nothing to me just because I'm married.I would pray for them to be married like me rather than mock them with snide remarks. So help me God.



           

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