They Don't Want To Know

This is a write-up by Adeniyi Omolara who hopes to give a narrative insight into the relationship of an unmarried lady and her demanding society for her to get married. Enjoy!!

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African Parents------- School------Marriage… They don’t want to know how you want to do it.

Haba!!! Mum calm down now…wetinsef, will I put sign board on my head?
This was the thought in my head each time mum says we get to talk. I know the discussion will not be out of the normal one… ‘Husband’.”
Our parent are so fund of these discussion once you are done schooling, some can even give you some breathing space till you finish your NYSC let God bless you make you kon finish oh! ‘Get a job, your own don finish for that house’ after that, the look in their eyes and every discussion in the house will be link to husband matter.
The way you carry things in the house, will be link to husband matter!
The way you clean house… husband matter, the way you eat, talk, dress, carry out your normal chores, clean your room even dress your bed…. Husband matter!
We are tired. Is not that easy for us too to get a man too, we are not saying they are not out there but we have we have feelings, we have specs, we have something we all look up for in who we want to be our man.
We understand where you are coming from, we understand your fears and concerns for us but most importantly, what we need from you is not your complains or worries but your love, support, prayers and encouragement.
We love you too, we want to see you happy too, we want to be the reason behind your smiles and laughter and we also want you to see your grandchildren but please, cool down on the complaints, the constant conversation over husband issues or how your friends children have given birth or how many aso-ebi you’ve bought.

Please…. We are getting tired of the discussions.

....to be continued.....

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