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I Believe in Fairy Tales. 

Dear Nigerian Husband,
I’m all shades of mushy today and I think I will be for the rest of the week and beyond.


I’d stay here deceiving myself with words, but we all know they can’t adequately express the level of mushiness I’m on!
So I hope this is sufficient; you’re my fairy tale, I love you.

Regards,
Yours in marriage, eventually,
Nkem…

It’s My Party, I Can Cry If I Want To. 

It was yet another 19th birthday yesterday.

Unlike my other 19th birthdays, I wasn’t excited about this one any bit. And I do recognize that was quite ungrateful of me as I didn’t have any valid reasons not to be happy about another year. I’ve been fatigued mentally and physically in the past few days and yesterday was no different.


But I had several moments that jerked me into gratitude.

First off, my landlord, who Continue reading

Letter to My Unborn Son.

Son,
You’re not born yet. It’s June 27, 2017, but I have some promises I must deliver to you even before your conception.

Dear-son

I owe you a lot of things. See, in this present time we live in, there are many men and women who don’t know their true value and as a result try to pass on that lack of self-worth to others. I’m trying my best to ensure you grow up knowing your worth and knowing how to nicely and wisely interact with everyone you come across.

This not only starts with how I prepare myself for your coming, but with the decision on who becomes your father.
I wrote your sister a few Continue reading

Protecting My Husband. 

Dear Nigerian Husband,

You’re God’s gift to me and as gratitude and respect to God, I vow to take care of you however possible. Hence, the reason for this letter. 

Over the past days, I’ve been thinking of ways to protect you from the elements of this world. I promise, these might sound a bit crazy, but nothing good comes easy and believe me, it’s all for our own good – a happy family.

There are a few things I’m going to be steering you clear off:

Sugar –  Sugar is bad, very bad for you. Until we meet, please don’t take any, not even a teaspoon. We’ve heard one too many songs about women being the sugar in their partners’ tea. My love, I’m the only sugar in your tea, you’re not allowed to Continue reading

Christmas Dinner. 

Dear Nigerian Husband, 

You’re missing out. I don’t know what else I need to do to show you I’m ready for marriage. 

I’ve done almost everything I possibly can. This Christmas has to be the peak of it all. 

I hosted Christmas dinner for the umpteenth time. I have photos to prove it all! 

Next Christmas I better be cooking all of these in our matrimonial home. I know I said 2016 is the year we seize the bae, but 2017 is really the year. 

I’m done. Look at the photos and the people who enjoyed your woman’s cooking. I’m mad. Bye. 

Oh Christmas Tree. 

Two years ago, I made a great investment; I bought a $50 Christmas tree. 

The owner of my gym enjoys decorating anything she lays her hands on, so each hear, she decorates Christmas trees and sells them. Three years ago, I purchased one and I still own it to this day. In fact, it’s Christmas Eve and I just put up my tree. 


By put up my tree, I mean, I simply pulled it out the closet it’s been hiding in since last Christmas, and plugged it in. Everything still works. I’m going to keep this tree until Beautiful Man and I can buy our first tree and decorate it by ourselves. 

Merry Christmas, folks. I wish you peace, joy that comes from Christ and lots of food and laughter. I have a menu to put together. No rice this time, we shall make moin moin for Christmas lunch.